After Drakion had knocked Kaidros unconscious, the other dragons awoke—only to be warned sternly by Drakion not to transform into their human forms. Without wasting time, they lifted Kaidros and departed swiftly, vanishing from the stunned crowd.
The onlookers stared, caught between awe, shock, and disbelief, their minds replaying the battle—especially the terrifying moment Drakion unleashed the Scythe Draconic Bloodline.
None dared pursue him. They understood well—his power dwarfed their own, and the aftermath of his battle had carved a permanent mark into their hearts.
Now, none of them could wait to return to the real world to spread the legend. Even now, excited whispers buzzed among them as they discussed Drakion's overwhelming strength.
In time, the name "Optimus Draconic Prime" would be carved into the annals of the Origin Continent—not just in memory, but across universes, echoing in tales and tremors alike.
