Roar!

A dragon’s cry tore out of Jared, shaking heaven and earth.

It wasn’t the voice of a man. It was the roar of a true dragon—ancient, boundless, crowned with absolute authority and ruthless dominance.

The sound locked the entire battlefield in place. Celestials and beastfolk alike felt an instinctive reverence rise in their chests.

“What was that?!” the Grand Venerable blurted, the color draining from his face.

Lyria’s pupils constricted. “This is…”

Jared threw his head back and roared again. Blinding golden light exploded outward, flooding the battlefield like a newborn sun. The oppressive force of the sigil shattered under its brilliance.