El General Todopoderoso de Dragón

The thunderous explosion reverberated through the sky, jolting the entire city of Aurous Hill from its slumber. In an instant, the
blast spread far and wide, shattering the tranquility of the night.
Within the valley where the explosion occurred, the once lush vegetation was decimated, leaving behind a hollow void that
stretched hundreds of meters in radius. It was as if nature itself had been consumed by the destructive force.
Gideon, who stood at the epicenter of the explosion, had been obliterated entirely. Not a trace of his existence remained—no
remnants, no residue. The notion of a soul departing from the body and finding a new lease on life was nothing but a ruse, a
deceitful ploy to lure them into an honorable death.
In his final moments, Gideon discovered a truth he never could have fathomed. The formation left by the British Lord in their Soul
Palace thirty years ago wasn’t a sanctuary for the soul, but rather a potent self-destructive array—a weapon of mass annihilation.
What he had perceived as a glimmer of hope for rebirth turned out to be nothing more than a means to perish alongside his
enemies.
Just as the explosion shook the earth, Joe, who stood mere meters away from Gideon, vanished without a trace. All that
remained on the ground were tattered shreds of his clothing and minuscule fragments, reduced to the size of fingernails. These
fragments were once part of Amber’s Soul Piercing Blade.
Even his Thunderbolt, crafted from lightning-struck wood, had been reduced to a charred mass of black ash by the cataclysmic
blast.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the scorched circle, a severely injured woman struggled to crawl forward. She was Zeba.
Although Zeba had managed to escape the devastating impact of the explosion, her condition was far from promising.
Overwhelmed by the shockwave, she had been sent hurtling through the air, her body battered and broken. Her meridians were
severed, bones shattered, and internal organs grievously wounded. While she clung to life, her survival remained uncertain.
Enduring excruciating pain, Zeba crawled onward, panting heavily, her curses flowing uncontrollably in hushed tones. “Damn that
Lord... after all these years... deceiving us,” she muttered. “After unlocking the Soul Palace, how could... how could there be
such a fantastical notion as the death of the body and the rebirth of the soul? It’s all a lie... a terrible lie! That despicable
scoundrel... he... he turned the four of us... into mere human bombs... to detonate when we face a life-or-death crisis... We
were led to believe that in the face of mortal danger, we could leave behind a trace of our souls, seize new bodies, and reclaim
our lives... but it was all a sham...”

“The true purpose of that bastard was to ensure that, in dire circumstances, we would open the Soul Palace, sacrificing
ourselves alongside our enemies... this scheme is diabolically brilliant... For... the enemy capable of driving us to the brink of
destruction would undoubtedly pose an immense threat to that bastard and the entire Warriors Den...”
“And with this manipulation of the Soul Palace, he could ensure that the four of us would perish alongside our enemies without
hesitation, utilizing death as the ultimate solution to all hidden perils... It’s utterly sinister!”
Her mind filled with these thoughts, Zeba couldn’t help but murmur, “For many years, the four of us served you faithfully... yet
you never regarded us as human beings. What difference is there?”
Gritting her teeth, she pushed through the agony, determined to crawl farther into the mountain’s depths.
...
Let’s rewind time by three minutes.
The Elys-Champ Spa Hotel, not far from the explosion site.
The Evans family had been relocated to a mid-level villa by Don Albert as a precautionary measure. Thunder roared in the
distance, stirring worry and anxiety among the entire family. Samuel Evans, the elderly patriarch, paced restlessly in the room,
unable to find a moment’s respite.
Observing his distress, Don Albert stepped forward to offer comfort. “Worry not, old man. Master Wade possesses immeasurable
power. The thunder you heard must be his summoned celestial lightning. It’s highly likely that the assailant has been reduced to
ashes by Master Wade’s might!”
Samuel Evans muttered incredulously, “You mean Amber can summon thunder?!”
“Indeed!” Don Albert nodded enthusiastically, his expression awash with fascination. “I’ve had the privilege of witnessing Master
Wade’s celestial lightning a few times. When the thunder descends, the sky becomes cloaked in dark clouds, lightning crackles
through the firmament, and the earth trembles beneath the weight of thunderous booms. It’s as if a god has descended upon us
—a spectacle of unmatched grandeur!”
The Evans family, dumbfounded by this revelation, was left speechless. Samuel Evans, in particular, wore a look of disbelief.
“How can this be possible...”

Chuckling knowingly, Don Albert continued, “Ah, old man, your skepticism arises from a lack of understanding. The art of
summoning celestial thunder is intricately tied to formations. From my perspective, formations are akin to atomic energy. Imagine
telling someone from a bygone era that a small piece of radioactive material could level an entire city with an atomic bomb—they
would find it inconceivable.”
Samuel Evans struggled to comprehend Don Albert’s explanation, but the elderly lady beside him couldn’t conceal her worry.
Through tear-filled eyes, she pleaded, “I’m concerned for Amber’s safety, Don Albert. Could you arrange a helicopter to rush
over there, just in case he requires assistance? We could offer our support...”
Don Albert hastily responded, “Dear lady, Master Wade has explicitly instructed that once you were safely evacuated, no one
should interfere. We must wait here patiently for his return.”
With that said, he added, “To be honest, there are hundreds of formidable warriors stationed at the hot spring hotel near the
mountain’s base. Even they wouldn’t be able to aid Master Wade, let alone us.”
Tears welling in her eyes, she sobbed, “I fear something untoward might befall Amber once again. These past twenty years have
been far too arduous for him. As his grandmother, I can’t bear the thought of him in harm’s way...”
Samuel Evans gently patted her back, comforting her, “Worry not, my dear. Amber has become a force to be reckoned with, far
surpassing our own capabilities. Even if we wished to help him, we would be of little use. Let us heed Amber’s instructions and
wait here patiently!”
As soon as his words trailed off, an earth-shattering explosion shattered the tranquility outside the villa, causing the laminated
tempered glass to disintegrate in an instant.
Instinctively, everyone dropped to the ground. In the aftermath of the explosion, the elderly lady felt an excruciating pain in her
chest and tearfully inquired, “What just happened? Is Amber... Is Amber safe?”
Don Albert’s heart skipped a beat, panic seizing him. He had personally witnessed Amber summon celestial thunder, and he
knew that the colossal blast they had just experienced was not the product of celestial lightning.
Without hesitation, he shouted, “I’ll go check!”
With those words, he rushed out the door in a frenzy, leaping into the awaiting helicopter parked in the courtyard. Addressing the
anxious pilot, he urgently pleaded, “Hurry, take off!”

At that moment, a figure darted toward them. It was Jack, who quickly climbed aboard the helicopter. He blurted out, “Don Albert,
I’ll accompany you!”
Don Albert, his mind racing, replied, “Inspector Lee, Master Wade instructed me to ensure the safety of you and the Evans
family. It’s best for you to remain here!”
Jack shook his head resolutely. “Don’t forget, Don Albert, I am a police officer. When it comes to investigating a crime scene, no
one is more proficient than I am.”
After a brief pause, Don Albert relented, saying, “Very well, Inspector Lee. You can join me.”
Turning to the pilot, he urged, “Take off!”
The helicopter revved its engines, ascending into the night sky with Don Albert and Jack aboard, hurtling toward Willow Estates.
As they approached the skies above the villa, Don Albert spotted a peculiar circular void in the distance, illuminated by the
moon’s gentle glow.
Pointing in its direction, he instructed the pilot, “Quickly, fly there!”
The pilot skillfully maneuvered the helicopter toward the enigmatic valley at great speed. As they drew nearer, Don Albert and
Jack beheld a desolate sight—a scorched earth stretching out from the circular void, with surrounding vegetation cascading
outward.
Drawing from the intensity of the previous explosion, the pair deduced that the circular void resulted from that cataclysmic event,
its epicenter lying at the heart of the circle.
An ominous premonition gripped Don Albert’s heart as he anxiously commanded the pilot, “Descend!”
Jack interjected, “It might be better to avoid landing directly at the center. We don’t want the helicopter’s strong gusts of wind to
obliterate any potential clues on the ground.”
Nodding in agreement, Don Albert signaled the pilot, “Land on the edge instead.”
The pilot skillfully maneuvered the helicopter, setting it down on the outskirts of the circular void.

Jack silently prayed that they wouldn’t disturb any vital evidence pertaining to the explosion’s origin. Unfortunately, fate had a
different plan. The spot chosen by Don Albert coincided with the area where Zeba had crawled away from the incident. The
helicopter’s gusts of wind swiftly erased any traces left by her passage.
Filled with anxiety, Don Albert hastily disembarked from the helicopter before it had even come to a full stop. Jack followed suit,
leaping onto the hardened ground beside him.
They swiftly made their way toward the explosion’s epicenter, where Don Albert’s eyes widened in horror. The ground at the
center had been scorched and cracked, a testament to the searing heat unleashed by the blast.
On the ground, a human-shaped silhouette, blackened and imprinted onto the scorched earth, caught Don Albert’s attention.
Whether it was the residual mark of a body or a consequence of the explosion, he couldn’t discern.
In a daze, Don Albert noticed a few glimmering fragments strewn across the ground. Picking them up, he realized they were
shell fragments or other remnants. And then it hit him—these fragments bore a striking resemblance to the giant clam Amber
had once acquired through a highly publicized auction in Aurous Hill. It had fetched a staggering sum, generating quite a stir in
the city.
An overwhelming sense of despair engulfed Don Albert as he connected the dots. Jack, witnessing the change in his demeanor,
anxiously inquired, “What are those?”
In a bewildered state, Don Albert replied, “These... these must belong to Master Wade...”
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