Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Taechun declared:

“You shall claim Mangye.”

The one he served had spoken thus.

Because it was the will of the Supreme Heavens, he would follow that will without hesitation.@@novelbin@@

The pair of wings granted to him—bestowed with the command to soar high, carrying his master’s will.

The man roamed the skies, guided by the master’s decree.

“You will claim Mangye.”

His master had spoken so.

How could he obtain Mangye? The question arose within him, but he did not voice it.

Even if he held doubts, it did not matter—for his master’s will had become his own.

Moreover, sensing his worries, the master spoke once more:

“Worry not, my servant.”
“All shall unfold according to the will of the heavens.”

Taechun had declared it—thus, it would be.

The man believed it without question.

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The restless ashen sky. Beneath it, a shallow veil spread out, emitting light. A deep, verdant blue veil surrounded the area.

It was the scattered flow of vitality that could not be fully obtained. As the trembling vitality spread like clouds, it began to cover the sky.

“Hm.”

The man exhaled softly as he looked ahead.

He saw Yarang, who had fallen, and the back of the figure kneeling in front of him.

There was no movement. The one who had fallen was Yarang, struck by his attack, but it was the figure in front of him who remained still.

A dragon.

A proud race that should have already been extinguished by the master of Mangye.

They once tried to influence not only Mangye, but the rest of the worlds as well.

A race that, defying rules, tried to become a world unto itself, the Dragon Sovereign.