Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe-Chapter 1623: Sight to Behold

Acryon, the capital of the Acadian Empire, was alive with electrifying energy.

The streets were packed with people who had poured out of thier homes to witness the arrival of the brave warriors.

Banners bearing the crest of the Empire fluttered proudly in the wind from towers, balconies, and archways.

The air constantly buzzed with the sound of trumpets and war drums, their rhythm echoing through the vast avenues of the capital.

Many months had passed since the Dark King’s army had begun its march across the lands of Acadia. Word of their travel and growing numbers had reached the capital long before their arrival.

What had begun as a mere fifty warriors had, over the months, slowly grown into a force of nearly five hundred!

And now, at last, the warriors had reached the northern gates of Acryon.

From the towering walls, people craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the approaching procession.

The atmosphere throughout the city was vibrant and thrilling, filled with cheers, excitement, and pride as the citizens proudly welcomed the brave warriors who had answered the Dark King’s call.

Gradually, amid great fanfare, the procession of the Dark King’s army passed through the gates under the loud cheers and applause of the citizens.

The people saw the crimson-haired beauty riding at the forefront. By now, the lands already knew her as the Dark King’s sister. Beside her rode the famed Storm King, accompanied by the brave Magi of the Tower of Daybreak.

Further along came the Mana Vortex Magi of the Black Legion, Saratoga Castle, Greenfield Ridge, and Coral Cove, along with warriors from several other arcane factions of the Empire who had joined the march.

The procession was grand, and the crowd roared with excitement as they watched the powerful Magi ride into the capital.

And yet...

The Dark King himself was nowhere to be seen.

Slowly, the crowd’s excitement began to turn into confusion.

The Dark King’s army had arrived, but why hadn’t he?

Right at that moment, a faint roar echoed from far away. At first, almost no one noticed it. But as the sound came again, louder this time, people began turning toward its source.

One by one, their gazes lifted toward the sky.

High in the morning heavens, a tiny dot had appeared. It slowly grew larger and larger as it moved toward the city.

The streets of Acryon suddenly fell quiet.

Many people held their breath. Some even felt terror, wondering what kind of creature — or enemy, for that matter — was approaching the capital.

The distant silhouette gradually took shape.

Wings...

Enormous wings!

Gasps spread through the crowd as the figure grew closer and closer.

And then...

ROOOAAARRRR!!!

A deafening roar shook the skies above Acryon.

For the first time in their lives, the people of the capital witnessed a legendary creature soaring overhead.

A mighty dragon!

For years, people had heard rumors.

It was said that during the Battle of Ravenfell, a dragon had suddenly appeared on the battlefield and carried the gravely injured Dark King away from the city.

But most had dismissed those stories as wild exaggerations born from chaos and panic.

A dragon was a creature of myth.

A legend!

In the long history of Tron, no dragon had ever been sighted. So when the rumors began to spread forty-five years ago, the vast majority of the people simply refused to believe them.

But today, as the enormous gray dragon soared above Acryon, its vast wings beating against the air and sending powerful gusts sweeping through the streets below, the people could no longer deny what their eyes were seeing.

A mixture of awe and fear spread through the crowd.

And then they saw him...

Upon the dragon’s back rode a figure clad in dark robes, a black pointed hat resting upon his head.

In that instant, realization swept across the city like wildfire.

The rumors had been true all along!

The mighty Dark King and his legendary dragon companion had descended upon the capital of Acryon.

In that moment, the image of the Dark King in the eyes of the people became even more hallowed... almost unreachable.

After all, what kind of a man rode a dragon?!

Either a madman.

Or...

A legend!

To the citizens of Acryon, the sight felt less like the arrival of a mortal Magus and more like the descent of a legendary figure from the pages of myth.

The giant gray dragon circled above the skyline of the capital, its massive wings casting shadows over the crowd. And upon its back sat the Dark King, calm and proud.

For the people of Acryon, it was a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Standing on the balcony of one of the upper levels of the Royal Palace, Lucian watched the scene unfolding in the city’s main square.

A look of awe flashed in his golden eyes as the massive dragon descended through the morning sky.

"A dragon..." he murmured softly.

"As I live and breathe!"

He watched the dragon land gracefully in the main square, unable to turn his gaze away for a long time.

At last, he turned to the figure standing beside him and couldn’t help but scoff in amusement.

"What a grand sight to behold," he said with a smirk. "Don’t you think so too... Balthazar?"

Blackfire Balthazar had an ugly look on his face as he gazed at Adam and his dragon. He turned to his childhood friend, Lucian, and glared at him. He then harrumphed and turned away without saying a word. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Lucian chuckled in schadenfreude, mildly excited to see how things would unfold between Adam and Balthazar.

***

In the city’s main square, Adam’s feet touched the ground.

A moment later, a flash of gray light appeared. The massive dragon shrank rapidly, its enormous form folding in on itself until it became a small gray cat.

Valerian landed gracefully on the raven-haired youth’s shoulder and glanced around with clear arrogance in his topaz eyes.

Old Ani, the two Dukes, Prince Cedric Acadia, and several of the Emperor’s children, and many of the Empire’s high nobility had gathered at the square to welcome him.

The elderly woman stepped forward with a gentle smile on her face. She offered a light bow and said in a warm voice:

"Welcome, Magus Constantine... welcome to the great capital of Acryon."