Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse - Chapter 529

Capítulo 529: Subjugation Begins

Aethel stepped forward, his voice hard as steel. “Union officers. Guilds. You have your proof. Detain Alister Hazanworth — now!”

Weapons were drawn all at once. Blades, pistols, charged rune-staffs and focusing crystals. A surge of mana rippled through the hall as hundreds prepared for violence.

Aethel raised a hand, glaring directly at Alister. “Stand down, or you will be publicly executed for the disruption of public order, mass murder, and the attempted seizure of power by terror.”

For a moment, the weight of a thousand killing intents bore down on Alister.

Then — he laughed.

Soft at first. Almost playful.

“Cinder,” Alister called over his shoulder, a crooked smile creeping across his lips… the first the public had ever seen. “Did you hear that?”

“…They want to execute me if I don’t stand down.”

Cinder’s eyes glimmered like molten rubies.

“Humans can be very amusing at times, darling,” she purred. “Should I start with the arrogant one in the black suit? Or the zebra that ruined all of it for you?”

Alister chuckled again, rolling his shoulders, his golden eyes now faintly glowing with inner fire.

“No… not in actuality. He made it easier. I wanted to be civil, but he’s left me no such option… But the next part will all depend on their decision.”

Alister then began to step down from the dais.

As he did, the atmosphere warped around him, air shimmering with pure heat and unstable mana.

Then — it began.

Brilliant white light burst from his core, immediately darkening into shadow and then searing gold. His skin rippled, shifting — no, molting — as if shedding a human disguise.

Black and white scales surfaced along his arms and neck, veins of radiant gold pulsing between them like molten cracks in a divine forge.

Twin obsidian horns veined with gold spiraled up from his temples.

From his back, two massive scaled wings burst forth.

A long, barbed tail unfurled behind him.

And above it all… a radiant golden halo spun slowly into existence, hovering just inches above his head. But it wasn’t angelic.

No.

It was crowned.

Gasps filled the hall. The courage of those who had drawn weapons wavered, legs trembling beneath the weight of the form before them.

He spread his hands, as if inviting them all.

“Go on. Try.”

For a moment there was silence.

Some fool actually charged forward.

A lone union officer, blade gleaming with crackling blue mana, let out a hoarse battle cry and surged across the marble floor, hoping to end it all in one desperate swing.

Alister’s eyes flicked toward him, brows lifting just slightly.

“Well… that was unexpected,” he murmured. Then he sighed. “Oh well.”

He slowly raised his right hand, golden light coiling around his palm and fingers like serpents.

Meanwhile, in the seats reserved for the White Comets, Anya leaned forward sharply, her expression tense.

“Stand down,” she ordered, her voice low but ironclad. “No one moves. Don’t do anything reckless.”

Klaus, one of her more hot-blooded lieutenants, scowled. “Guildmaster, with respect — are you sure that’s the right call? I mean… I’ve heard you and he are… well, that you two have something. Shouldn’t that give you more reason to stop him before he gets himself killed?”

Anya’s amethyst eyes cut to him, cold and sharp. “If you’re foolish enough to take everything at face value, you won’t be leaving here today. Understand this clearly: he won’t be the one getting hurt.”

Klaus flinched, throat working as he swallowed.

Just then—

Alister’s hand dropped in a graceful, almost lazy arc.

A golden blade of mana — impossibly thin, a hairline crescent of pure destructive force — erupted from the air before him. It sliced outward in a silent flash, crossing the hall in an instant.

The officer who’d charged forward froze mid-stride. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then his body slid apart, neatly severed in two — armor, flesh, bone, and all — falling in clean halves to the marble floor with a dull, gruesome thud.

Gasps and strangled cries erupted through the hall. Some officers backed away in horror, weapons trembling.

Alister exhaled, his hand lowering to his side as if he’d merely brushed away a speck of dust.

“I will only say this once. Stand down… or die.”

A silence followed.

Then — panic.

The crowd broke into chaos as screams tore through the chamber. Reporters scrambled for exits. Major family members shoved past each other. Magic screens shattered in the rush. Cameras tilted and fell. Half the hall surged toward the doors.

Gasps and frantic whispers filled the air like smoke choking the room:

“Gods, he’s… he’s a monster!”

“He’s really a monster!”

“No human is supposed to have wings like that — not even SSS-Class!”

“Did you see how he just— he split that guy in half without touching him!”

“Oh gods, we’re all dead.”

Suddenly, in the middle of the retreating chaos, Kai smiled.

Instead, he chuckled softly — a sound only those closest caught.

“Begin.”

Across the hall, seven black-robed figures stood up from within the crowd. Their robes shimmered with an oily darkness, and their faces remained hidden beneath porcelain-white masks — each carved with a different rune.

These weren’t bystanders.

They were the silent replacements for the missing board members — those who had mysteriously disappeared in the past weeks.

Each figure threw their hands forward, chanting in discordant tongues. Obsidian-black chains shot out from the ether, howling through the air, racing to bind Alister in place — to drag him down like a god caught in mortal trial.

But—

They never reached him.

A blur of purple lightning.

Draven.

He appeared beside the first masked figure before the chain spell could finish forming. With a growl, he seized the man by the skull, his clawed gauntlet crackling with energy.

CRACK.

He slammed the masked figure down with such force the marble floor shattered in a crater, the man’s mask splintering as bone and blood smeared into stone.

Another chain-wielder raised their staff — only for it to be blasted away mid-cast.

Thwooom!

A single wind-forged arrow punched through the mage’s chest, armor and all, with a thunderous sonic boom. Alzurin stood at the far end of the chamber, bow still humming, his hair fluttering.

“Fools who would dare to target our lord are beyond mercy,” he muttered.

Before the last four could react—

Cinder exhaled.

Her eyes lit like twin suns, and a storm of crimson fire exploded into the chamber. A searing wall of flame curled around the remaining black-robes, howling like a living beast. Their screams were short-lived, bodies engulfed in dragonfire, their chains evaporating mid-air.

The smell of charred flesh, robes, and molten steel filled the space.

Silence returned — only now it was colder.

Final.

Alister remained untouched. He didn’t even blink.

He tilted his head ever so slightly toward Kai.

“Was that all?”

Kai grinned back, folding his arms.

“Just the opening act.”

As he spoke dark clouds began to gather in the sky above the maga city, and it seemed something was stirring within them.