"The Mother of Dragons, Altair Draconis?"
Leon's eyes widened as he stared at the woman before him, disbelief written all over his face.
Her appearance had completely transford into sothing otherworldly—an extraordinarily beautiful figure.
Her face was flawless, with sparkling erald-green eyes and long golden hair cascading down to her hips.
Her gaze was both cold and cynical, yet gentle—a striking contrast that sohow made her even more captivating.
She wore a stunning golden dress with a low neckline and long, flowing sleeves. A white silk belt cinched her waist, adding an elegant touch.
A gold necklace adorned with dragon-scale motifs hung from her neck, while delicate white bracelets graced her wrists.
Though most of her curvaceous figure was concealed by the dress, her full breasts and firm hips—shaped like a ripe peach—were more than enough to stir any man's desire.
Without a doubt, she was the most beautiful woman Leon had ever laid eyes on, rivaled only by Athena, Liliana, Arshley, Luna, and the Elven Queen from the painting.
Like them, she radiated a unique allure capable of entrancing anyone with just a glance.
Even Leon found himself montarily spellbound—though he managed to regain his composure a few seconds later.
Altair smiled and looked at Leon with a playful glint in her eyes. "What's wrong? Are you srized by my appearance? Have you fallen for already?"
"Ahem!" Leon cleared his throat, pretending to stay composed. His face remained relaxed. "I admit, your true form is breathtaking—but that's all there is to it. I already have won I love, and they're no less beautiful than you."
Altair was undeniably stunning. Her beauty was beyond compare—matched only by Liliana, Athena, Arshley, Luna, and the Elven Queen.
So what?
Just because of a pretty face and a captivating body, should he fall head over heels for her? Of course not!
Leon wasn't the kind of man who acted on desire alone. No matter how enchanting she looked, they were still strangers who had just t.
Sensing the honesty and firmness in his tone, Altair went quiet for a mont—then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! How interesting!" she said, nodding as if genuinely impressed. "This is the first ti I've t a man who could resist my charms. What a miracle. You've completely shattered my view of n."
Leon raised an eyebrow. "Your view of n? You an…?"
He sipped his tea, eyes still fixed on her with curiosity.
Altair smiled, leaned back, and took a sip of her tea.
"To , n are savage creatures who only think with their lower parts. Back then, many of them looked at with filthy thoughts. And that... disgusted ," she said bluntly.
For a mont, a flicker of hatred and revulsion passed through her eyes—sothing Leon noticed clearly.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to have gone through sothing like that." Leon looked slightly surprised, then chuckled. "In that case, how did you beco the Mother of Dragons if you don't even like n? Don't tell you gave birth without a partner?"
His last words were ant as a light joke.
But to his surprise, Altair nodded seriously.
"Yes. I gave birth to my offspring without a man."
Leon: "..."
Unbelievable. He had only ant it as a joke, but it turned out to be true.
If he weren't living in a fantasy world—and if the woman in front of him weren't a mythical being straight out of the legends from his forr world—he would've thought she was completely insane.
Suppressing his shock, Leon took another sip of tea, then gently placed the cup back on the saucer and shifted the topic.
"So, can you tell how to get out of this dinsion? I'm in the middle of absorbing the dragons' essence and don't have ti to talk for too long."
Altair's eyes imdiately sharpened at his last words.
"Absorbing the essence of dragons? What do you an by that?"
A powerful aura erupted from her body, causing the space around them to tremble violently.
Leon instantly realized his mistake.
She was the Mother of Dragons—of course she'd be furious if she found out he was absorbing the blood essence of her offspring.
"Ahem!" Leon coughed softly, quickly raising his hands in a calming gesture.
"Please, listen to first, Altair Draconis. That's not what I ant."
Altair narrowed her eyes but slowly pulled back her aura.
"Then explain it."
Leon took a deep breath and began to speak.
Since Altair was the true progenitor of dragons, he told her everything—from the events that took place seven thousand years ago to the ergence of the Evil God.
He also revealed his identity as the Fated One and explained that the dragon essence he had absorbed had been left behind intentionally by the dragon ancestor himself.
With no sense of ti in this dinsion, Leon estimated that about an hour had passed since he began telling his story.
"So, that's how it happened," he said, shrugging and leaning back lazily in his chair. "What I absorbed didn't co from dragons I killed, but from sothing prepared by one of your descendants—who later beca the ancestor of the dragons in this era."
Altair remained silent, her expression turning grim.
But it wasn't because of the dragon essence Leon had absorbed. It was the story of the war against the Evil God that unsettled her.
"Unbelievable..." she muttered. "Gods descending into the world… that should be impossible. That's been the rule since the creation of the universe."
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Leon heard her clearly.
He frowned, puzzled, and fixed his gaze on her. "What do you an, gods can't descend to the world? How do you know that?"
Altair snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him with sharp focus.
Her erald eyes, glinting faintly in the sunlight, were now filled with curiosity, suspicion, and a trace of doubt.
"Leon Kruger, can you show what you call Holy Power and Chaos Power?"
The sudden request caught Leon off guard, though he didn't show it.
Whether by chance or fate, ever since entering this dinsion, the seals Miranda had placed on his holy power and chaos power had begun to weaken.
It allowed him to use both—though not yet to their full extent.
*Snap!*
With a flick of his finger, a dazzling white light burst from his body, shooting into the sky as if daring to rival its brilliance.
But Leon quickly reined it in. In an instant, the radiant light cald, becoming gentle and subdued.
Altair's eyes were fixed on the glow of his holy power, her heart pounding.
"That... that's truly the power of a god..." she whispered, swallowing hard, the shock clearly etched on her face.
Even though she had already known, witnessing it firsthand still left her breathless.
Leon withdrew the holy power, then snapped his fingers again.
In a flash, his appearance transford.
His black hair turned white, his skin grew pale, and his golden eyes shifted—slowly turning purple, like deep athysts.
He raised his hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together before curling them upward.
*Buzz!*
Like holy power, the power of chaos exploded from his body, surging into the sky.
But unlike the previous one, this power was far more violent and destructive.
The space around them shook violently, as if it were about to collapse.
Fortunately, Leon's control over the chaos power was much better than before. He managed to keep it from destroying Altair's dinsion.
Altair's heartbeat grew faster. "Two gods' power... This man is truly a monster..."
Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Altair's expression filled with shock and awe.
"What do you think? Surprised after seeing it in person?"
He withdrew the chaos power and flashed a playful smile at her.
His words snapped Altair out of her trance. She took a deep breath and slowly nodded.
"Yes, I was very surprised," she admitted. "Those two powers… were once possessed only by two of the main goddesses in the past. I truly can't imagine how they now exist within one person. Humanity is incredibly fortunate to have you."
Behind her calm voice, Leon could clearly sense the envy, admiration, and regret she was trying to hide.
"The main goddesses?" Leon frowned. "Who were they? How co I've never heard of them?"
Truthfully, he was deeply confused by everything Altair had just said.
She had always thought of holy power and chaos power as belonging to the gods—but was that really the case?
As far as he knew, both powers had co from the Holy Sword of Zenith and the Great Sword of Chaos.
Whoever wielded the swords would inherit their respective powers—just as he had.
But Altair's words made him begin to doubt. Had he misunderstood from the start?
Did the holy power and chaos power truly originate from two goddesses?
And if so, why had they sent their weapons into the world? What was their true intention? Was it only to defeat the Evil God?
One question after another swirled in his mind, leaving him more and more dizzy.
In response to that question, Altair fell silent for a mont before her expression turned serious.
"Actually, I had no intention of telling this to anyone… But because of your special status, I'll make an exception," she said calmly. "This history was long ago erased from the world, buried by dirty, irresponsible hands. In fact, before the beginning of—"
Before she could finish, Altair's eyes widened. Her left hand shot up to her neck as a searing pain gripped her throat.
"Altair!" Leon flinched, imdiately rising from his chair.
But just as he stepped forward, a majestic and icy voice echoed from the ceiling of the dinsion.
"Violators... will receive punishnt."
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