Clouds of ashes linger in the sky, and clouds that have lost their temperature no longer retain rain.
Then the wind and snow as cold as ashes blew on the back of the Lord of Fire.
With his long black hair as smooth as satin draped behind him, Constantine walked barefoot in the ruined golden land.
He is back.
Possessing one of the components of the Seven Deadly Sins [Tail of Greed], even the barriers between the worlds cannot stop him.
However, after traveling through the nine realms that are now closed, he finally returned to the world that belonged to his brother.
Now, everything under his feet is lifeless sand, and countless terrifying cracks are spread all over the ground of "Svartalfheim".
Constantine knew that Svartalfheim's life had ended with the death of his brother, and would soon fall into complete silence.
But at this moment——
Like a hug, the warm darkness still hugs the young man's shoulders.
Constantine has never forgotten that this is their "home"... a dark hometown that will give him warmth at any time.
In the years when the king had not yet become a king and the gods were still young.
He and his brother huddled together during the long glacial time, staying close to each other to warm each other.
In the intersection of their eyes, the prototype of the Nibelungen, one of the nine realms, was born, which was later called "Svartalfheim".
Norton regards the world created by their twins as a gift, the only home that can protect their brothers——
The golden land where the scorching sun shines forever.
He used gold and infinite value to build the house shared by the two brothers, and regarded his beloved brother as the sun to illuminate their common world.
They grew up together and left a home with infinite beautiful memories.
That's why Constantine is here now.
The button for the destruction of the world has been pressed. The fire giants do not need extra command. Those violent beasts will instinctively destroy everything in their path.
But the benevolent Dragon King is still tired of these monsters that can't create anything and can only bring endless destruction, even if they are created by his own hands.
He didn't care about their life or death, and was even more convinced that it was only a matter of time before they died at the hands of Bu Shun.
——No matter what the "result" is, his goal has been achieved.
"I'm close to the truth."
"The descendants of the White King who should not exist, the souls of the dead who disappeared, the reasons why humans are born with [original sin], share the blood of dragons but cannot evolve into dragons no matter what..."
"Is all this because of you?"
The flickering fire in his eyes suddenly illuminated the whole world, and Constantine murmured to himself: "...High Priest."
A complicated feeling flashed deep in his heart.
The only one who could do all this was the dragon high priest who was defeated at the hands of the Black King after the first dragon civil war - the being who was respectfully called the "White King" by the dragons.
It was the White King who created the dragon culture, and it was he who gave names to all the dragon kings.
Wisdom, faith, law, loneliness, love... He has given all the definitions to the Dragon Clan.
If the black king Nidhogg is the "backbone" of the dragon tree, then the white king is the root that goes deep into the earth, and it is he who truly supports the existence of the entire civilization.
To all the Dragon Kings, she is like an eldest sister and a mother-like existence.
Only she has the ability to weaken the glorious dragon clan...and make their supreme father turn into such an unsightly appearance, and eventually be driven into the abyss by them.
"Perhaps starting millions of years ago, earlier than the Battle of the Fall of the Morning Star, you have already seen the present..."
Foreseeing our present embarrassment, we are delighted with the outcome we are about to face.
At this moment, Constantine suddenly fell into silence.
Wearing the black gold robe given to him by his brother, and with no one else by his side, Constantine embarked on this journey that was coming to an end alone.
The wind and frost ripped away bones, the scorching sun extinguished, and the Golden Township and Bronze City were also destroyed in the catastrophe.
The closer he gets to the truth, the more he understands that his death may come at any time.
It might be the spear of the Lord God fired from a blind angle that he couldn't pay attention to, or it might be the death order that suddenly appeared from the shadows, or it might even be the curse that had been buried in his body since its birth.
Destiny is watching him.
The wind and snow blew against him.
The world embraced him.
But he could still feel the warmth like an elder brother's embrace from the darkness that shrouded his home.
"I understand, brother."
"We all did it wrong."
"Killing all human beings... will only speed up the coming of destruction and lead to an even worse outcome."
Why can humans become the masters of the world after dragons?
This race, which was only regarded as materials and slaves in the age of dragons, is far more important than all the dragon kings imagined.
"Is the birth of human beings just for that day... for the [promised day]?"
Constantine pressed a hand on his heart and recalled the true fate of the dragon kings who constantly rose up to resist but did not know how to escape.
[Date of Appointment].
——The final scene of the Twilight Prophecy.
Although it was just a few short words at first, after a long time, most of the Dragon Kings had a deeper and more detailed interpretation of it.
Norton and Constantine are the best among them, and have even come into contact with fate itself.
doomsday, dusk:
The long, severe winter engulfed the nine realms, the sky lost its light, and the earth was no longer warm.
The evil wolves "Skull" and "Hati" were born at an unknown time, biting the chariot that drove the sun, caught up with the moonlight, and swallowed the sun and the moon together.
That day, the sleeping waiter of doom "Gulinbi" woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs.
The pure, vicious, white-faced thing walked out of the ruins and blew the horn called "Conquer".
As a result, all living creatures were suspicious of each other and killed each other, and the blood of different races dyed the earth red.
At this time, another red-haired giant walked out from the edge of the flaming earth and darkness, holding the branch of destruction, fighting with all living creatures in the world in the doomsday "war".
Brothers and sisters kill each other, and father and son become enemies.
It was a bloody battle with flesh and blood as a shield and life as a spear.
When the bloody battle reached its peak, the knights riding on the black wolf followed.
He holds a scale made of the bones of the dead, and is followed by a large ship made of dead people's nails. The undead on the ship use their skinny and withered limbs to plunder living things from the earth.
So in the land of "famine" that lost light and was covered by darkness, hungry beasts would wander around trying to fill their stomachs.
People who are still alive can no longer understand each other, and their rituals are ruined, and they are uneasy, sinful, panicful, and chaotic... Evil deeds are spreading on the ground like a tide, nourishing the magical beasts that will pour out from the wilderness at the end of the world.
In a world where fire cannot burn, the earth is broken and collapsed;
The primordial sea of wombs that emerged from the cracks in the earth devoured everything crazily, and the wind of death stagnated in the valley filled with the dead, cruelly shouting for the end of all things.
The living ones died one after another, and the inanimate ones were also dragged into the chaos where heaven and earth merged.
In the end, the black wings hung with endless corpses, and covered with the souls of all things, the Lord of All Arms flew out of the abyss with the lingering sound of destruction in the nine realms, announcing the end to everything in the world.
——"Death" comes here.
This is Ragnarok.
This is the promised end.
"On that day, everything in the Nine Realms was reduced to nothingness." Constantine raised his head and stared at the endless destruction ahead with candle-burning eyes, "So before that day, we do our best to resist this fate.
tyrannical."
Although he is too weak to be like a dragon.
Even though he is as weak as a toddler.
——But at this moment, he is still resisting fate, the King of Bronze and Fire.
And in front of him, in the azure light rising in the sky, the rebel of fate, the human being chosen by him, came as promised.
Holding an ominous sharp blade, Chu Zihang appeared in front of Constantine.