Reborn in Danmachi as a Dragon-Kin (Rewrite)

Chapter 227

Leaving Ottar and Allen secured in a location far removed from the immediate chaos, Draco launched himself back into the smoke-choked sky over Orario, his draconic wings beating powerfully against the churning air. 

Finn's recent decision echoed in his mind, although it didn’t seem like the best choice, he had no counter to it.

So his immediate priority was clear: gather his scattered familia members and, above all, locate his goddess, Bahamut. 

Orario, strained and bleeding, desperately needed her presence, her strength. 

The sheer scale of the incidents that had erupted was overwhelming, pushing the city to the brink.

"To think," Draco mused, his voice a low growl lost in the wind, "all this destruction and death... in just one damn night." The thought settled heavily in his chest. 

The night was not entirely dark; the angry orange glow of countless burning buildings painted the underside of the clouds, casting flickering, hellish light across the devastated landscape. Despite this fiery illumination, visibility was poor. 

Smoke stung the air, and even with his significantly enhanced draconic senses, identifying individuals on the ground amidst the rubble and chaos was a difficult, frustrating task.

He began his

The one who led this execution squad, the one who commanded the twelve Level 5 Evilus soldiers with cold, calculating precision, was none other than Basram. 

An executive of the insidious Apate Familia, known for their cunning and ruthless tactics, he oversaw the systematic dismantling of the Gulliver brothers' defense with a chillingly detached air, ensuring their desperate struggle was as drawn out and agonizing as possible.