System's POV

The sound of things breaking reverberated inside the room as the Dragonkin Prince threw, and smashed every piece of furniture that he could get his hands on.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Prince Aurelion cursed loudly. "I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you, Zion Leventis!"

The Crown Prince of the Dragonkin Race never hated anyone as much as he hated Zion.

This was the first time in his life that he had tasted such a one-sided defeat, making him lose face to the leaders of the Jinns that he had ridiculed.

The look of disdain, and contempt in Prince Zepharion's face was still vivid in his mind, which further made the anger in his chest burn brighter.

If not for the fact that he was afraid that the Garuda Army would fight them to the death if he killed their Prince, he might have already snapped Prince Zepharion's head to vent out his anger and frustration.

But, it wasn't only him.

He could almost see the gloating faces of the leaders of the Jinn, who once looked up to him in the throne room.

The thing that he hated the most was to be looked down on by everyone.

The feeling of shame that coursed through his body was so strong that the only thing he could do was roar repeatedly.

His subordinates had already cast a soundproofing barrier in the Prince's private residence preventing anyone from knowing what was happening to him right now.

The Dragonkin Prince had no choice but to admit that he had lost.

A one-sided loss, which he couldn't accept.

If he, and Zion's army fought in the battlefield, he might have been able to accept the outcome even if he had lost.

But, the teenage boy didn't even need to face him in the battlefield to kill thousands of his subordinates in the span of a few seconds.

"Zion Leventis…" Prince Aurelion growled for the umpteenth time, his voice trembling with hatred. "You dare humiliate me like this… you insect!"

The Crown Prince's golden eyes blazed with a draconic light, his pupils thinning into slits.

His body expanded as his draconic bloodline stirred from the depths of his body. His power surged, uncontrollable and seething, like a volcano nearing eruption.

He was on the verge of transforming.

But then… a cold voice interrupted his storm of fury.

"I'm disappointed in you, Your Highness."

Prince Aurelion's head snapped toward the source. A tall figure stood at the doorway of his destroyed chambers, arms crossed, watching him without a trace of emotion.

It was none other than the Commander of the Dragonkin Army, General Dravon.

He was the second Majin Prince that had accompanied Prince Aurelion to Pangea, and he was stronger than the latter.

"I didn't call for you." Prince Aurelion spat.

"You don't need to," Commander Dravon replied coolly. "When the Crown Prince of the Dragonkin begins throwing a tantrum that has destroyed half of his own residence, someone has to make sure he hasn't gone feral."

Prince Aurelion's body tensed, his claws flexing. "Careful, Dravon You may be useful, but I am your future king."

"Then start acting like one," Commander Dravon, stepped into the room without fear. "You lost. Get over it. If your answer to defeat is to wreck furniture and scream, then Zion Leventis has already won more than just the battle."

"You dare!" Prince Aurelion roared before throwing a punch at the commander of the Dragonkin army.

"I dare," Commander Dravon blocked the prince's punch with the palm of his hand, holding it in a vice grip. "Because someone has to remind you that your ego won't protect our people.

Aurelion growled, mana surging violently from his core, ready to duke it out with the bastard, who dared to talk to his future king.

But Commander Dravon didn't flinch, unleashing his own power to keep the arrogant prince in check.

"You think this is about you?" Commander Dragon asked, voice like cold steel. "Zion Leventis embarrassed you. Fine. But do not forget, he threatened our position on this continent.

"The other factions are watching. The Artemians. The Jinns, everyone is paying attention to you right now. Heck, even Zion Leventis might even be watching you right now, and feeling very entertained because the mighty Dragonkin Prince is throwing a tantrum like a little dragon newt!"

"Bastard!" Prince Aurelion no longer held back and unleashed a barrage of punches at the Commander that led half of his army.

Since Prince Aurelion wanted to show the others his own might, he only assembled the army under his command, leaving Commander Dravon's army intact, and without suffering a single casualty.

Dravon didn't dodge Prince Aurelion's punches.

He took it like a man, tanking the hits of his prince like a subordinate, who understood what his Master needed.

The flurry of blows crashed into the Commander's body like meteors, cracking the marble floor beneath his boots and sending shockwaves across the room.

But he stood firm, unmoving, unwavering, his gaze boring into Prince Aurelion's eyes.

He was someone who fought countless battles in Gomorra, and the punches of the Dragonkin Prince was nothing compared to the blows that he took from the true powerhouses of his home world.

With a final roar, Aurelion slammed his fist straight into Dravon's chest, leaving a crater of dented armor and fractured stone behind him.

Then silence.

The Crown Prince stood panting, shoulders heaving, sweat and mana vapor rising from his skin.

His hands trembled, not from weakness, but from fury still boiling in his veins.

But Commander Dravon simply stared at him, completely unfazed. He then took off his destroyed armor and checked if it could still be repaired.

After nearly a minute of silence, he finally shifted his attention to Prince Aurelion.

"Finished?" Commander Dravon asked.

"…Tch." Prince Aurelion clicked his tongue and pulled back, turning away with clenched fists.

A few minutes of awkward silence descended upon the residence that had turned into rubble before the Dragonkin Prince finally broke the silence.

"Tell me what I need to do, Dravon," Prince Aurelion ordered. "What should I do now?"

"They say that an enemy of an enemy is a friend," Commander Dravon said. "Maybe it's time to have a chat with the leader of the Azothralls."

The prince stared long and hard at the commander of his army, understanding what the latter was hinting at.

"Fine," Prince Aurelion replied. "Handle this on your own."

"Yes, Your Highness." Commander Dravon bowed respectfully before leaving the destroyed residence.

Just like the prince, he was also shaken by Zion Leventis' show of power.

But, unlike Prince Aurelion, Commander Dravon had sensed that there was something fishy about their current situation.

If the Wanderers truly had a weapon that could annihilate them all, why not use it until all of them were wiped out?

'He can't use it repeatedly,' Commander Dravon thought. 'Although it is dangerous, its limited use will not be able to wipe out our entire armies.'

With this thought in mind, Prince Dravon called one of his subordinates, and ordered it to make contact with the Artemian Army.

He wished to have a talk with them, and understand their purpose for crossing over to Pangea.

As long as their interests didn't intersect with each other, forming an alliance with them wasn't a bad idea.

He just hoped that his Prince would calm down a bit, and no longer made any actions that would further make the other factions look down on him for his arrogance.