Chapter 814 Torch Serpent

• The moment that unmistakable cry rang out, Gideon's brow knotted.That was a dragon's cry. Has he truly tamed one? Impossible. Dragons are heavenly beings—if he commands such a creature, even the loftiest sanctums would crumble beneath a single strike.
• As Gideon's pulse thundered, a crimson shadow burst from his chest. It unfurled, lengthening, thickening, until a colossal Blood Dragon coiled in midair, scales gleaming like wet rubies beneath the guttering torches. From its slitted eyes poured cold disdain, sovereign and merciless, every breath laced with slaughter-song that prickled skin and soured even Gideon's seasoned nerves.
• Gideon's hooded face blanched; the swagger that had carried him into the dungeon drained away, leaving only the tremor of a man who realizes he has prodded something ancient and unforgiving.