I Died and Became a Noble's Heir

Chapter 706: Smile

It was, in the Herald’s absolute assessment, unstoppable.

This was what happened when military discipline combined with the physiology of an apex predator.

This was the natural expression of draconic superiority. The capacity to weaponize the fundamental forces of reality itself and direct that weaponization toward any objective the Herald designated.

The magical salvo was now prepared. Thousands of dragons stood poised at the precipice of releasing a destructive payload that no mortal civilization had ever withstood.

The coordination was so precise that the magical output was separating the dragon forces into controlled bunches of hundreds.

Carefully calculated spacing that ensured no single engagement would catch more than a designated cluster, preventing friendly casualties and maintaining the integrity of the formation. So that the past wouldn’t repeat itself.

This was the Herald’s genius. Not raw power, but the capacity to organize power into instruments of absolute precision.

The Herald’s mind was running through the tactical calculus one final time. The human had killed about twenty percent of the draconic convergence by some miracle.

But miracles didn’t account for synchronized magical assault at this scale. Miracles didn’t account for formations that had been refined across millennia of conflict.

The human would be obliterated. The wartime decree would be satisfied. The kingdom’s military would accept the draconic vanguard’s victory. And the Herald would return to Typhoon’s volcano with enough political capital to challenge even the Dragon King’s authority.

This was the moment where prophecy became inevitability.

The Herald watched the human standing in the distant dead zone, and something shifted in his expression.

The smug satisfaction that had characterized his confidence, characterized by an effortless certainty stemming from a lack of encountered insurmountable resistance, began to solidify into a more concentrated and formidable resolve.

This evolved into a chilling confidence that made the Herald doubt himself for a moment.

He raised his massive clawed hand, holding the gesture for precisely the amount of time necessary to ensure every dragon had locked their magical output to fire upon him.

Each heartbeat that passed allowed the mana to accumulate further, to compress more densely, to achieve levels of destructive potential that would exceed even the Herald’s own previous engagements.

Then he brought his claw downward in a decisive, cutting motion.

The opening salvo erupted across the valley.

From the command platform, it seemed reality itself was rejecting humanity’s existence.

A cascading wall of absolute destruction rolled across the borderlands.

A combination of plasma discharge, superheated flames, and pressure waves so intense that the air itself became a weapon.

The sheer volume of magical energy created a deafening roar that echoed up to the command deck, and massive, dancing shadows swept across the rocks below as the salvo tracked perfectly toward Jack’s coordinates.

The Herald’s claws tightened on the white stone as he watched the destruction unfold.

This was what absolute superiority looked like. This was what happened when individual strength met organized military force.

The human would be incinerated, fulfilling the wartime directive. The draconic vanguard would report their triumph to the Dragon King, and the Herald would have solidified his power base sufficiently to achieve his objectives…

The detonation screen of fire and dust billowed upward, momentarily obscuring the entire valley.

Through his enhanced sight, the Herald’s golden eyes cut through the atmospheric distortion. What he saw made his body go rigid.

The human hadn’t panicked.

The human hadn’t attempted to flee.

The human was standing perfectly still in the center of the explosion, calmly raising his weapon.

The Herald’s satisfaction tightened into cold irritation.

The explosion continued to billow, obscuring the exact moment of impact.

The Herald waited, his claws tensing against the stone of the command platform, for the dust to clear and confirm the human’s annihilation so that he could dismiss what he had just seen as a hallucination.

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The dust did not settle.

The detonation had barely begun to dissipate when something shifted in the dead zone. A moment of crystalline clarity cut through the chaos. The brief instant before catastrophe became inevitable.

Jack Kaiser’s eyes, glowing with the faint amber of his draconic essence, locked directly onto the Herald’s golden gaze across the miles of distance separating them.

Jack’s face changed. He used to look so sure of himself, like he knew everything about what was going on.

Then he smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile, though. It was more like a predator seeing its chance, or a warrior figuring out their next move.

There was no meanness in the smile, just a clear understanding of what was bound to happen.

The Herald’s entire body went rigid at that moment. His golden eyes widened fractionally as the comprehension began to cascade through his consciousness. Something fundamentally wrong was about to occur. Something that his tactical frameworks had not accounted for.

A sudden, violent anomaly manifested on the Herald’s sensory perception. The immediate understanding that something catastrophic was occurring registered inside his head. The same feeling he had when he realized he couldn’t beat Caligo.

Jack had dropped Singularity Well directly into the center point of the flanking interceptor wing.

The radius of the spell expanded with the force of a collapsing star in reverse.

Where the spell had been deployed, the very laws of physics began to unravel. Gravity, which had been a constant force guiding every creature’s movement for the entirety of their existence, suddenly became negotiable.

The gravitational pull was not gradual. It was instantaneous.

Local physics ceased to function. An immense, irresistible gravitational pull warped the air into a dark, swirling vortex that pulled at every dragon unfortunate enough to be caught within its radius.

The pull was so powerful that the pressure differential created visible distortions in the atmosphere. Space itself seemed to twist and warp as the fundamental forces maintaining it were overridden.

The vanguard of the rapid-assault aerial division, comprising one hundred high-velocity interceptor dragons specifically tasked with preventing any escape attempts.

Whose extensive training over centuries had meticulously prepared them for this precise maneuver in response to adversarial engagements, and whose very purpose was to serve as the ultimate countermeasure against magical incursions, experienced an abrupt and forceful deviation from their intended flight path.

Dragons that had been flying in tight formation suddenly found themselves incapable of maintaining altitude. Their wings, which had carried them through hurricane-force winds and volcanic ash storms, suddenly became useless.

The gravitational force pulling them inward transcended the capacity of their wing muscles to resist. Their bodies, weighing thousands of pounds and composed of armor-like scales, began to compress as they were pulled toward the center of the vortex.

From the Herald’s viewpoint, the sensation was one of catastrophic loss of control.

His best defensive unit, the dragons he had specifically positioned to prevent exactly this kind of tactical manipulation, were suddenly compressed into a helpless, writhing, screaming ball suspended in mid-air.

Their telepathic screams flooded the network with the kind of primal panic that came from experiencing gravitational forces that exceeded what their biology had evolved to handle.

The Herald’s jaw clenched so hard his teeth cracked audibly. The second sign that this engagement was not proceeding according to his mental framework.

“What in the Volcanic Throne is happening down there?” His internal curse resonated through his consciousness.