My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Everyone is the main character of their own story!

He could faintly see it, the giant dragon was still circling the space. However, only four paragons remained now, and one of them had vanished.

"Did one of them die?" Drayken wondered.

At that moment, a drop of red blood fell onto Drayken’s head.

He looked up.

The cloudless sky had begun to rain... blood.

The humans who witnessed this scene widened their eyes in horror.

"A paragon has died."

"Nooo!"

Some humans began to wail and cry.

Others started to bang their heads against the ground.

Drayken looked on, his brow twitching.

’You speak as if you’re the victims,’ he thought, shaking his head with a look of disappointment. ’You had the nerve to attack me during my wedding, came at me with full force and now, when I defend myself, you paint us as the villains.’

But he didn’t stop there. Lightning surged in his core, and with a blast, he struck the humans, reducing several to smithereens before they could regain their footing.

And when they finally did, they unleashed their strongest attacks, drowning him in a storm of power.

Even Drayken would be forced to retreat if he took those attacks head-on.

But he had a trump card.

The dragons behind Drayken launched their attacks in unison, targeting the humans.

With that, Drayken caught a brief moment of respite. He shifted back into his dragon form and unleashed an electrically charged beam, less powerful than before, but still strong enough to force the humans back.

Bit by bit, they began to retreat.

As Drayken attacked, he glanced upward. Strangely, the shadows above remained still, until the four Paragons suddenly vanished from the sky.

One of them waved a hand, and in an instant, all the humans were lifted into the air and disappeared.

From the edge of space, the old dragon slowly descended. Stretching his back, he looked at his descendant and muttered:

"I’m too old for these things."

Then he landed on the ground.

Eleanor, Duke Igris, Kaizer, and the other dragon race experts landed on the ground in unison.

Only two of the elder dragons had fallen, while the human experts had suffered hundreds of casualties.

Among the dragons, none others had died, most were either seriously injured or had escaped with barely a scratch. But a heavy gloom hung over every face as they looked at the corpses of the two old dragons.

Synthia stepped forward, one step at a time, and knelt before them, her expression icy and solemn.

"May your souls live forever. May the Dragon God bless you."

She bowed deeply, tears welling in her eyes and soaking the earth beneath her.

The moment she bowed, the skies responded.

Clouds gathered in the skies, and a single drop of water fell, followed gradually by a heavy rain.

Synthia looked up with a hollow gaze, her face lined with grief.

The atmosphere grew heavy, suffocating, as a quiet oppression settled over the land.

The dragons said nothing. Their bodies trembled, and tears welled in their eyes, silent, unsung tears.

Drayken remained still as well, paying his respects to the fallen elders.

Unlike humans, where death often draws tears only from family and relatives who only seemed to be pretending to care, the dragon race shared an unbreakable bond.

It was a sacred connection.

The death of one dragon was a loss mourned by all.

And now, two had fallen.

For a long time, there was only silence, broken only by the steady sound of falling rain.

Synthia slowly rose to her feet and began to move her hands with elegant precision. The rain around her started to shimmer, resonating with her rhythm, syncing with her.

The two elderly dragon corpses began to levitate, slowly circling her, drawn into her harmony.