Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

Chapter 478: • Echoes of the Dragon’s Judgment

The holographic screen in the hover limo’s plush interior flickered, casting a soft blue glow across the sleek interior of the hover limo.

The vehicle glided silently, its tinted windows reflecting the skyline.

Inside, the limo had curved panels lined with glowing data screens, a small bar stocked with crystal decanters, and cushioned seats arranged in a semicircle around a central console.

The faint hum of the hover engines could still be heard, though, as the White Comets’ key figures watched the news broadcast, their faces lit by the screen’s cold light.

On the screen, a Channel 7 reporter stood in a bustling studio, her voice urgent but measured.

“Tonight, Megacity I’s Sector I reels from a shocking event at the Union Hall press conference. What began as a public execution by Alister, the Dragon Lord, initially led many to believe he’d lost control. But that was a flawed, hasty judgment. The man he killed wasn’t human—a puppet of the red mist’s corruption, its body a grotesque husk revealed only after Alister’s decisive act. Shockingly, others in the crowd bore the same red aura, marked by the mist’s influence. While those present are grateful for the Dragon Lord’s protection, a new fear grips the city.”

She paused for a moment, leaning on the table as her expression turned a bit grim.

“Our loved ones could be monsters, and we wouldn’t know. Civilians are now pleading for Alister and his dragons to guard them, hoping his summons can root out this hidden threat.”

The camera cut to a civilian, eyes red from crying, speaking shakily. “I don’t know who to trust anymore—my neighbor, my brother? If the Dragon Lord’s dragons can save us, I want them here. Please.”

Another voice, off-screen, added, “He saw what we couldn’t. We need him now.”

The broadcast shifted back to the reporter, her expression grim. “The White Comets have promised action, but with the red mist’s reach deepening, the question remains: can even the Dragon Lord protect us from an enemy that hides in plain sight?”

The screen dimmed, and Lady Aiko, seated across from Alister, adjusted her glasses, her blue eyes narrowing.

Her blue hair was slightly mussed from the day’s chaos, her silver-blue uniform still pristine despite the messy day.

She leaned forward, her datapad resting on her lap, and fixed Alister with a pointed look.

“That was… unnecessary, Alister. Executing that thing in front of everyone? You could’ve warned them it wasn’t human first. The panic you caused—people thought you’d gone rogue.”

Alister lounged in his seat with an indifferent look on his face, his long black coat draped over the cushion, the silver parts of his uniform catching the limo’s soft lighting.

The small silver dragon on his shoulders, its crystal-like scales shimmering, purple eyes half-closed, nuzzled his neck, its tail curling lazily. His golden eyes, still slitted and calm, met Aiko’s without a trace of regret.

“Warn them?” he said, voice low and sharp.

“And give that puppet time to act? That thing was seconds from spreading its corruption—maybe worse, killing a few civilians. I acted to protect, not to perform.”

Aiko’s lips tightened, but she didn’t back down. “Come now, don’t play with me. I’ve seen what yuh can do this past week. With your speed, you could have diced that thing in a fraction of a second. You saw the crowd—they were ready to riot. You’re the Dragon Lord, Alister. People hang on your every move. A little explanation could’ve spared us the chaos.”

Alister’s fingers brushed the silver dragon’s scales, soothing its soft huff.

“You seem to forget the people there were packed like sardines. Should I have flung them out of my path? Or marched through them? Chaos clears the fog, Aiko. They’re scared, yes, but now they’re awake. They see the enemy isn’t just gates or mist—it’s in their midst. They’re begging for my dragons now, aren’t they?”

His faint smirk had the hush of quiet confidence—not arrogance, but a certainty born of battles won and the centuries of memories now making him feel like an old man.

Aiko sighed, glancing at the datapad, where reports of civilian requests for dragon patrols flooded in.

“Point taken,” she muttered, her tone softening. “But please… next time, maybe a heads-up? For my sanity, at least. Actions like that could jeopardize our guild’s reputation.”

Alister sighed, sitting up as he said, “I’ll consider it.” The silver dragon chirped, nuzzling closer, as the hover limo glided on.

Hiroshi leaned back in his cushioned seat, his dark brown hair falling messily over one eye.

He glanced at Alister, who lounged with his silver dragon nuzzling his neck, then smirked. “Honestly, these days it feels like Alister’s the guildmaster of the White Comets. He makes walking all over Lady Aiko look easy. Should I meet him for guidance or what?”

Lady Aiko, seated across, snapped her gaze to him, her blue eyes narrowing behind glasses. “Care to repeat that, Hiroshi?” she said, her tone icy, datapad frozen in her lap.

Hiroshi stiffened, his smirk faltering as he raised his hands.

“Joke, ma’am! Total joke!” He forced a laugh, scratching his neck, though his eyes darted nervously to his teammates for backup.

Ren, adjusting his glasses, leaned forward, his sharp features softened by a wry smile. “Well, I guess it’s grown on us,” he said, his voice calm but thoughtful. “Alister may have been the newest, but he’s proven himself the strongest—reliable, too. I honestly can’t argue with results like today.”

Kaida, her fiery red hair tied back, crossed her arms, her silver-blue uniform creased from the day’s tension.

“I get all that,” she said, her voice sharp but curious. “He’s a powerhouse, no question. But what I don’t completely get is what’s up with the guildmaster.”

Her eyes flicked to Yuuto, who sat by the window, his silver hair catching the city’s neon glow, his silver eyes distant, fixed on the skyline. He seemed lost, trapped in a maze of thoughts. His boyish face was blank—the kind of expression he used to wear before he met Alister, although at this point it was now strange, despite how familiar it used to be.

The team followed her gaze, the mood shifting. Razorgrin leaned forward, his burly frame dwarfing his seat.

“Give the old man a break,” he growled softly, his voice gruff but kind. “He lost a dear friend—the Union President, no less. That kinda thing cuts deep.”

Hiroshi sighed, his playful edge fading as he rubbed his neck. “Yeah, you can’t blame him. Guy’s been through hell. But seeing him like this… it bums me out, y’know? Makes the whole guild feel… heavy.”

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