Episode 9 :
The golden flames around his uncle's dying body flickered, casting eerie shadows against the ruined throne room. The once-mighty traitor lay broken, struggling to speak as his body crumbled.
"You… think this is over?" His uncle let out a twisted chuckle, blood dripping from his mouth. "You were always a fool… The real enemy was never me."
Before the prince could react, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his back.
A blade, infused with dark energy, had pierced through his side.
His vision blurred as he turned his head—only to see the crimson-scaled woman, the one who had guided him through the trials, holding the blade. Her golden eyes, once filled with amusement, were now cold and unreadable.
"You were never meant to sit on the throne," she whispered.
The prince stumbled forward, his body screaming in pain. His uncle's laughter grew weaker.
"You trusted her… just like I did once… Foolish child…" With those final words, the traitor exhaled one last breath—and his body turned to ash.
The throne room fell silent.
The prince clenched his fists, golden flames erupting around him. "Why?"
The crimson-scaled woman slowly stepped back, her blade dripping with his blood. "Because the Dragon Empire needs more than just a prince seeking vengeance. It needs a true ruler… one who is willing to sacrifice everything."
She raised her hand, and from the shadows, figures emerged—powerful dragon warriors, their eyes glowing with dark energy.
The battle for the throne was not over.
It had only just begun.
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