Chapter 336

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Back in the Dragon Throne Room, as the battle reaches its climax and the fate of countless lives hangs in the balance, Argon observes the unfolding events with a detached calmness. The shimmering screen before him displays the last moments of Althea and Kaelar's stand, their final act of sacrifice to protect their people from the onslaught.

"I guess this is the end," Argon declares, his voice echoing through the grand chamber. The assorted beings that fill the room—monsters of great power and fearsome appearance—turn their attention towards him, sensing the shift in his tone.

"All of you can go back to your duties now," he commands, his gaze sweeping over. In unison, they respond, their voices a chorus of obedience, "Yes, My Lord."

Among them, Ma Kong whose presence commands attention, can barely contain his excitement. "I wish I was the one fighting those two humans," he blurts out, his voice filled with a warrior's longing for battle. His remark sparks a murmur of agreement among some of the others, a shared sentiment of admiration for the courage displayed by Althea and Kaelar.

Ignoring the chatter, Argon rises from his throne, his every movement exuding an air of regal authority. "That will be all," he concludes, signaling the end of the assembly. The powerful beings in his court bow respectfully, and then disperse, each returning to their designated tasks within the depths of the dungeon.

With the chamber clearing, Argon makes his way towards the bath, a place of solitude and reflection. The path to the bath is silent, a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield he has just observed. As he enters, he finds everything prepared to his exact specifications, a testament to the efficiency of his robotic maid.

Isadora doesn't hesitate, her conviction clear in her response. "In my world, humans are but food for my vampire kin. It's the same here, isn't it? They are a tool for my lord to ascend, to become the most formidable entity in this boundless universe." Her words are not spoken with malice but with a matter-of-fact acceptance of her nature and the realities of their existence.

In the aftermath of Isadora's candid reflection, the mood in the bath shifts subtly, the steam and magic-infused air now heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and existential contemplations. Argon, his posture relaxed yet his mind anything but, considers her words, the gears of thought turning behind his calm exterior.

In the midst of their intimate conversation, surrounded by the ethereal ambiance of the bath, Argon reflects inwardly on Isadora's words. Though he remains silent about his past as a human and the enigmatic system that has guided his transformation, these elements weigh heavily on his mind.

Argon's transition from human to a being of immense power, a dragon, has estranged him from his former species. His perspective has shifted drastically; humans, once his equals, now seem distant, almost alien. This detachment is not born of disdain but rather a consequence of the profound alterations he has undergone—both physically and in terms of his very essence.

The system, an omnipresent force in his journey, has been a catalyst for this transformation. It offered him power, but at a cost: the gradual erosion of his human emotions and attachments. The system's influence is subtle yet undeniable, reshaping his priorities and perceptions to align with his new identity.

Argon's contemplation is a silent one, a turmoil hidden beneath the calm surface presented to Isadora and the world. He ponders the paradox of his existence: empowered yet isolated, a former human who now views the race with a detachment that borders on indifference.