First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348: Not the End

Valerian’s severed head landed heavily upon the scorched, ruined earth, rolling slightly before coming to a grim stop.

A dark pool of blood quickly formed beneath it, staining the ground an eerie crimson. Yet, in those final moments, the vampire lord’s gaze remained sharp, his lips curving into a cynical smile as all his previous panic vanished.

"Foolish brat," Valerian’s voice emerged faintly yet mockingly, eyes glowing softly despite his gruesome state, "you truly decided to kill yourself along with me?"

Above, Orion staggered, gripping tightly onto the Realm Guardian Sword, feeling the burning agony spread mercilessly from his pierced heart.

The world seemed to fade at the edges of his vision, threatening to plunge him into darkness. Yet, amidst the pain and blurring senses, Orion maintained clarity, his mind racing rapidly. He refused to let Valerian’s mocking words be the last thing he heard.

Without hesitation or a single wasted breath, Orion swiftly reached into his inventory, retrieving the tiny but extraordinary relic, the Time-Lost Hourglass.

His trembling fingers curled around the delicate, intricately designed object. Even as blood poured from his chest, Orion smiled coldly, locking eyes with the still-aware head of Valerian.

"Don’t overestimate yourself," Orion retorted calmly, his voice slightly mocking, "you aren’t worthy enough for me to trade my life for yours."

He used the artifact quickly, and instantly, reality seemed to ripple around him. A mystical power surged forth, engulfing Orion completely.

For precisely one and a half seconds, the fabric of time reversed itself, threads of reality knitting rapidly to undo the mortal damage inflicted upon Orion’s heart.

Valerian’s dagger, having plunged deeply into Orion’s heart just moments before, abruptly vanished from the wound, clattering harmlessly onto the charred, devastated earth before Orion’s feet.

The fatal injury healed instantly, leaving Orion gasping softly, feeling life surge back into him, his heart beating powerfully once more, his breathing steadying rapidly.

Valerian’s severed head stared upward silently, the mocking grin fading, replaced by an expression of unexpected calmness. He seemed neither enraged nor disappointed—instead, a strange silence had settled upon him.

"Well played," Valerian finally conceded quietly, his voice strangely calm yet distant. "I must commend you. You are the first mortal to have bested me in countless millennia."

He paused, his crimson eyes still burning faintly with interest. "You truly managed to defeat one of my lesser clones."

Orion’s hand twitched sharply, his eyes narrowing dangerously upon hearing this revelation.

Deep within, he’d harbored suspicion about Valerian’s seemingly absurd strength, the arrogance with which he had carried himself throughout the encounter.

And now, Valerian himself had confirmed it, yet Orion felt no sense of victory, only deeper apprehension at what this implied.

"You talk far too much," Orion muttered icily, cutting short Valerian’s explanations. Leaning forward, he grabbed the severed head by its blood-matted hair, his expression unchanging, cold as steel.

He hurled it decisively upward, directly toward a vicious spatial turbulence crackling violently within the shattered sky. The severed head soared through the air, Valerian’s voice echoing one last time across the devastated landscape:

"I’ll remember you, mortal!"

With a faint crackle, the head vanished into the roiling spatial fissure, obliterated completely by the chaotic storm.

Silence returned slowly to the shattered world, a deep stillness replacing the violence and chaos that had raged mere moments ago.

Orion stood there quietly amidst the devastation, gripping the Realm Guardian Sword tightly, feeling the weight of his countless wounds and struggles. His gaze swept slowly across the ravaged landscape around him.

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