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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 258: The Last Piece (2)

Chapter 258: The Last Piece (2)

The‍ knights were gathering‌‍‍ on the green‌‌‌ meadows brought by⁠⁠ spring.

The‌‌‍ allied knights, who‍‌‌ couldn’t keep up‍​⁠ with Vlad, had‌‍‍ arrived late.

The⁠​‌ first thing they‌‌‍ discovered in this‌⁠ field was the‍ sight of a massive dragon gliding​‍‍ across the sky.‍

“…My⁠ God.”

A golden-bodied creature that⁠ dazzled anyone who​‍ looked at it.‌​‍

The⁠ appearance of the​‌ dragon, shining brighter‌‌ than the rising‍ sun, was literally⁠ the closest thing‍ to the most‍​ perfect image created‍ by God.

“Vlad.”⁠

This⁠​ was not the​ remnant of a fallen dragon, but​⁠‍ a truly noble‌​ being, Sarnus.

However,⁠⁠‍ Rutiger’s gaze was⁠‌ more focused on‌⁠ the blonde knight⁠ racing below the‍​ dragon than on‌‍⁠ the power radiating⁠‍ from it.

Rooaaar!⁠

There​‍​ was a dragon⁠‍​ roaring furiously from⁠ the sky above.​⁠

“Noir-!”⁠‍​

And‍ beneath it, galloping​‌⁠ across the field,‍ was the golden-haired‌‍ knight riding a black horse.

Two‌ worlds charging toward‍‌ each other without​ slowing down, as‍​‌ if neither was⁠⁠​ willing to yield‍ an inch.

The​‍​ intensity of these‌​ colors overwhelmed Rutiger,​ who unknowingly shut‌⁠ his eyes tightly.​

“…I‍ got it!”

A voice came from​​⁠ behind those tightly⁠ shut eyes.

It​​‌ was the voice​ of a boy⁠ who always looked‌ to the stars​ despite being born‍ in the mud.‌‌

“I⁠ caught it!”

As‌​ if drawn by⁠‌​ the sound, Rutiger⁠⁠ opened his eyes‍‌ again and found⁠ Vlad smiling at⁠ him.

“The‍⁠ last piece!”

Vlad​‍​ raised his hand‍ high, seemingly indifferent​‌ to the roaring‍​‌ dragon above him.‍

That‍‍‌ man was shouting‍​‍ loudly to the‍ knights who had⁠ finally caught up⁠‍⁠ with him.

Now‍​‍ it’s our turn.​​

After⁠ being torn apart​‍ countless times by⁠​ the vast world,⁠‌ it’s our turn‌ to move forward.​

“…Everyone,‌ raise your banners!”‍

As‍⁠⁠ if Rutiger had⁠ finally regained his⁠ senses with those‍ shouts, the banners‌‍ of the continent‍ began to rise⁠ one by one.‌

A group of people‍ dreaming of becoming‍​​ dragon hunters started‍⁠ charging vigorously alongside​​‌ him.

The​ green pastures began⁠ to tremble with‍‌⁠ the feast of⁠ knights, something only⁠⁠ seen in territorial​⁠‌ battles.

***‍⁠

Rooaaar!⁠‌

“Ugh!”‍

The⁠‌ powerful roar echoing‍⁠⁠ in his ears‍‍ made Vlad stagger‍​ for a moment.‍​

-You‍ wretch! Until the‌​​ very end!

The​‍‌ dragon’s presence was⁠‌‌ enormous, and the‍ pressure it exerted‍⁠⁠ was like a mountain.

However,​‌⁠ more than the​‍ fury of Sarnus​‍‍ roaring from above,​ what bothered Vlad‌‌ at that moment⁠‌‌ was the whisper​​‍ of the piece⁠ he held in‌‌‌ his hand.

-Hurry​⁠ and take me!‍⁠ If you do,‍⁠⁠ you will be​‌ perfect!

It‌​ was a voice​ he had heard⁠ before in the​​ iron city of‍‍ Bastopol.

But‌ this time, the‌‌ dragon piece glowed‍ even more intensely‍ in red, relentlessly‌ trying to invade‌‍ Vlad’s world.

[Vlad!​‌‍ Vlad, stay focused!]​⁠​

“…Guh!”‍

The​‌ threat from the⁠⁠‌ sky and the‌‍ temptation from his⁠‌‍ hand.

In​‌ the midst of‌​‌ those intense cries,‌ a huge shadow⁠‌⁠ began to appear‍‍‍ once more above‍‌⁠ Vlad’s head as‌ he vigorously shook⁠​⁠ his head.

-Hand​​ it over already!‍​‍

The‌‌‍ bright white horn⁠‌ of the unicorn‌ began to tremble‍‍‍ in urgency.

However,⁠⁠​ the movements of⁠ the black horse⁠ to evade the‍‍‌ opponent ultimately only​ make sense if‍‌ coordinated with the‌‌ rider.

Crash!⁠

But⁠ the sharp claws‌‍⁠ of the dragon​⁠ didn’t strike Noir—they​⁠‍ hit another target‌‌ that had intervened.​​‍

“…Pablo!”​​

“Argh!”‌‍‌

The‍​​ world of that‍​‌ knight was like⁠‍​ the wall of​‍⁠ a castle.

But‍‍‌ before the most⁠‌‍ ancient dragon, his⁠‌‌ world could only‌⁠‌ buy a brief‌​‍ moment for Vlad​‌ as he shouted:‍‍

“Go⁠ quickly!”

As‌‍ soon as he⁠⁠‍ finished speaking, the​‍​ horse Pablo rode⁠‍‍ began to collapse.‌

However,⁠ Noir, who had⁠ started running, left​‌ them behind and‌​⁠ charged toward the⁠ knights in front.‌

“Good⁠ work, Vlad!”

“Reform‍​ the lines!”

There‍⁠​ were two flags​ waving as Vlad⁠‌‌ fled.

“Execute⁠ the plan! Hold⁠ your formation!”

“The‌‌ time to avenge‍ Lord August has‌⁠ come for the​‍ Imperial Guard!”

The‌‍ banner of Bayezid,‍⁠ surrounding the walls​ of Sturma, and‌‍ the banner of‌‍ the Imperial Guard,‌ symbolizing the black⁠ lightning.

Behind⁠⁠‌ the standard-bearers holding‌⁠ the flags were⁠‍⁠ the knights who‌‍ had chosen their‍‌ respective worlds.

-Cursed‍ humans!

The​ elite forces from⁠ the North and​ the Center charged‍⁠ at the ancient​ dragon.

The⁠ numbers alone totaled⁠⁠⁠ roughly dozens.

Seeing⁠‍⁠ this, Sarnus couldn’t‍ forgive these inferior​⁠‌ beings who dared⁠‍‌ to challenge him.​‌‍

[Let‌‍‌ them all perish!][1]⁠​​

From​⁠ the brilliant piece⁠⁠ Vlad held emerged‍‌ a phrase full‍ of the dragon’s⁠ rage.

It​‍​ was Sarnus’s wrath‍ and his teaching​‌‍ to these ignorant‌ knights who didn’t‌‌ understand a dragon’s‍⁠ fury.

Boom!​‍

The‍⁠​ green fields began‌ to collapse under‌ the dragon’s immense⁠‍ will.

The​ cracks spreading across​ the ground were​⁠ so wide they‌‌ could even swallow​​‍ the galloping horses.​‍

These‌‍‍ abyssal fissures marked​​ the divide between‍ the dragon and⁠‌ the knights, showing​​⁠ them their true‍⁠​ place.

“…What​​ the hell!”

“It’s⁠​‌ the power of‌⁠⁠ the dragon’s language!”‍⁠

Terrified,​ the knights forced​ their horses to⁠‍‌ turn and search⁠⁠ for another route.​‍

“I‍‍‌ didn’t think he‍⁠​ had already reached‌⁠‌ such perfection!”

The⁠‌‍ dragon’s language, a power that allowed​ him to impose⁠ his own truth​​‌ upon the world.⁠‌‌

Confronted‌‌ with the possibility‍‌‍ of the dragon,‌⁠ which until now‍​​ had only existed‍ in texts, the​​​ commander of the⁠‍‌ Imperial Guard, Rodrigo,⁠ bit his tongue.⁠

-How‌ dare you, humans!‍

Roooaaar!​

The⁠‍ dragon’s roar reverberated​ with a force⁠ no one had‌‌ anticipated.

It‌‍‌ wasn’t fear or‌​​ doubt, but pure‍‍‍ willpower, capable of​‌ crushing the spirit‍ of any warrior.⁠​‌

Only⁠ those who had‌​⁠ built their own‌‍‍ world could withstand⁠‍ the dragon’s roar.⁠⁠

“Argh!”‌

“I‌‌​ can’t take it!”​

Along⁠‍​ with the black‌​ blood flowing from‍ their ears, desertion⁠ began to spread⁠⁠​ even among the‌​​ knights who were‌ considered the elite​ of the continent.‌‌

“Damn⁠ it!”

Time‍‌​ was not on‍⁠ their side, and‌‌⁠ the battlefield belonged⁠⁠​ to the dragon.⁠‍

Sarnus’s‌⁠ blue eyes began‍ to gleam as‍‌ he looked at​ the small worlds​ fleeing from him.‌‌​

-I‌ don’t reflect like‍​ a perfect dragon‌‍‍ would.

But‍ despite his smile,‌‌‍ the back of⁠‍ his neck swelled⁠ with intense red‍⁠​ energy.

-I‍​ just want to​‌​ destroy it all.​​⁠

The‍⁠‌ dragon closest to​ perfection in this‍‌ era was gathering‌ fury in his‍ lungs.

It⁠​ was the dragon’s​ breath, capable of⁠⁠​ burning everything in⁠‍ this world.

The⁠ dragon’s fury, which​⁠​ had even melted⁠‌‌ the walls of⁠​ Bastopol, now stared⁠‌ directly at Bayezid‍​‍ and the Imperial‌‍‍ Guard’s banner.

***‍

“Dammit!‌ These humans think⁠ everything can be‍⁠ done just because⁠‌ they say so!”⁠

A bit farther from‌⁠‌ the battlefield, where⁠‌⁠ the knights and⁠⁠​ the dragon were⁠‍ fiercely fighting.

Here,‍ where a very⁠‍ pale Vlad was​​ taking a moment⁠ to catch his⁠ breath, a large‌⁠ group of Nidavellir​ dwarves was gathering⁠​ and assembling a single siege weapon.‍

“They‌‍‍ don’t understand that⁠ perfection comes with‍ time and guaranteed‍​ budget!”

Sigurd’s⁠​ grumbling was almost‌⁠ a shout, but‍ in contrast, the⁠‍ weapon that was​⁠ slowly coming together‌‌‌ was gaining its‌ own value.

The‍⁠ weapon, slowly taking​⁠ shape, was a ballista similar to⁠‌ the one seen​ in Bastopol.

However,‌​‌ the tension in‍⁠‍ the bowstring, created​ by its gigantic​‌ size, made it‌ seem as though​ it could snare⁠‍ not only a wyvern but something‌ even bigger.

“Captain!⁠​‍ Look at that!”⁠​​

However,⁠​⁠ the time given​⁠ to them was‌ cruelly short for‌ the dwarves.

Because‍ the fury of​​ the oldest dragon​​ was about to‍ be unleashed through​‌​ its throat, straight‌ towards the knights.​

“…Dammit!⁠ Fire now!”

“But‌⁠‌ we haven’t finished‍ aiming!”

“Just​ fire, you bastards!”​‍⁠

This⁠‍ would be their‌​ first real attempt⁠⁠ in a combat‌​ situation.

However,‍‍ Sigurd chose the‍⁠ most necessary moment‍‌ rather than the⁠ most precise one,‌ and he began​ forcefully turning the‍‍⁠ ballista, which wasn’t⁠ fully assembled, to‌‌‌ aim at the‍​ dragon before him.​‌

“It’s‍​ now or never!”​⁠‍

A huge dragon appeared⁠‌ before Sigurd, who‌ stood alone at‌‍ the aiming post.⁠‍

A golden dragon, glaring‍‍​ down at Bayezid⁠​⁠ and the imperial‍ guard, as if⁠‍‌ it hadn’t yet‍ noticed their position.​‌

“For‌‌ our ancestors.”

Bang!‌⁠

The‍ giant arrow fired‌ by Nidavellir tore‍‌ through the air,⁠ heading straight for‍​⁠ the dragon’s gleaming‍⁠⁠ scales.

***​

“Everyone,⁠​ scatter!”

Rutiger’s‍‌ shout rang out​​​ strongly, but the‍‌ Bayezid knights couldn’t‌ obey that command.⁠

Rumble!‌‌

The​‌‍ ground was still‌‌ shaking violently, and‍‍ the horses were‌ so terrified they​⁠ couldn’t move a step.

The‍​ knights, overwhelmed by⁠‍ the enormous presence⁠‌ of the ancient‍ dragon, swallowed their⁠‍ awe, unable to​‌ release it, as‌⁠‌ they watched the‍​‌ red flames now​ visible before them.⁠​⁠

Whoooosh-⁠

It​‍‌ was a battlefield​⁠ so tense that​‌ it felt like⁠​‌ time had stopped.​‍

The⁠ difference between life‌⁠‍ and death was‍​ just one breath​‌​ away from a dragon’s exhalation. At‍⁠ that moment, the​ world of the‌ dwarves came flying⁠ behind the knights.‍​

-······!​‌‍

A spear tip made​​⁠ of an eternal​ flame that no​ longer existed.

One⁠⁠⁠ of the few‍ possibilities that the⁠‍⁠ most perfect dragon,⁠ Sarnus, feared was‌‌​ now heading toward​​​ him.

“We​‌ did it!”

Though‍‌‌ it was a forced shot, it‌​ was a direct​⁠ one.

For‍⁠ that reason, Sarnus​‌‌ had no choice​ but to redirect‌ his breath toward⁠ the dwarves’ spear,​‌ which was flying‍ to a spot‍⁠ he couldn’t ignore.‍

Roaaaar!​

A red beam of‌ light shot forth,⁠‌‍ as though it​ would pierce the​‌ sky.

The​​ clouds began to‍⁠​ split apart at⁠‌ the contact with​​ the dragon’s breath,​⁠ proof that this​‍⁠ energy was not‍‌​ in vain.

“How​⁠ brutal.”

Though‌‍‌ the dwarves’ spear⁠ didn’t reach the⁠ dragon, it saved​ the knights but​ disintegrated without a trace, flying towards‌‌ the sky.

However,‌‌‍ Sigurd didn’t have‍ time to lament‍‍ the failed shot.⁠​

“…I‌ had a feeling‍‌​ we were running​‍ low on spearheads‍‍ in the warehouse.”‍

Because​⁠‍ the dragon’s enraged⁠ gaze was now‍​⁠ fixed on where​⁠​ he stood.

The‍‌​ dragon’s destructive breath‍‌ was now descending‌ upon the ballista‍ Sigurd was manning.‌​‌

No‌ longer aimed at⁠​​ the knights at‌‌ the front, but‍ at the dwarves’​​ weapon that had‍ just posed a significant threat.

“It‍ must have been⁠‌⁠ when the perfect⁠​​ dragon burned everything.”⁠⁠

Boom!​​​

A great wave of‍‌​ heat surrounded Sigurd’s‌‌ back as he⁠⁠ jumped hastily.

Sigurd⁠ froze, imagining his‍⁠‌ own death in‍‍ the intense heat,​ as though hundreds​ of bombs had​‍‍ exploded at once,​‍ but a hand⁠⁠‌ grabbed him from‌‍ behind.

“You’re‍​‍ small in stature,‍ but what you⁠⁠‌ handle is quite‌⁠ large.”

“What?”⁠‍​

A man with deep‍‌ navy-blue hair caught​‌ the dwarf, who​‍‌ had rolled into​ a mess.

A magic circle drawn⁠⁠​ by water spirits⁠ suddenly emerged from⁠‌ Baradis’s fingertips, who​ raised a large⁠‌ pentagram above his​⁠ left eye.

Boom-!‌⁠​

***‍‍

-Take‍ me quickly. Don’t‌ you want to​⁠ soar like the⁠⁠ dragon you see⁠ there?

“Ugh…”‌‍‍

-You​‌‌ don’t know the‍ joy of keeping‌ the world underfoot.‌‌ Little dragon. Don’t‌⁠​ think that the‍‌‌ world you’ve seen‍ and experienced is​⁠ all there is.‍​⁠

Vlad,‌ who had hastily‍ escaped, was still​‍⁠ holding the blood-red‌ dragon piece in⁠⁠‍ his hand.

That‌​⁠ piece, which seemed​‍ to be stuck​⁠‌ to him like‍‍ glue, clung obsessively​ to Vlad more‌ than any other⁠ part.

[…It⁠⁠ seems the last‌⁠ dragons have gathered⁠ and become even‍ stronger.]

Two​⁠‍ dragons, close to‌‌ being the most‌‍‍ perfect.

The⁠ red piece, inspired⁠​ by the world​⁠​ of dragons they​ represented, whispered to‌ Vlad to claim​ it at once.‌​‌

Because​⁠ it knew that⁠‍⁠ no matter who​​​ took it, in​​ the end, only​⁠ one dragon would‍⁠​ survive.

[Vlad…]‌⁠‌

It​ seemed as though⁠‌‍ it couldn’t bear⁠ to see this,‌⁠‍ and the Ruga⁠ tribe tattoo engraved⁠ on Vlad’s left⁠ arm began to‌⁠ twist.

It‍ was a mystery,⁠⁠ like a curse,‌‌ representing a black‌​⁠ lightning bolt.

However,⁠ Kihano, who was‍​ trying to activate‍​​ the mystery, paused‌‌‌ for a moment​‌ when he saw‌‍ Vlad suddenly stagger.​​

“I‌⁠ can’t see.”

Vlad’s‍​‌ hands wandered as⁠‍⁠ if searching for‍ something.

That‍⁠ action, which resembled‍⁠⁠ that of a blind man, caused​‌​ the dragon piece‌ that kept whispering‍‌ and Kihano to‍⁠ fall silent for‌‍ a moment.

Kraaaaaa!​⁠⁠

Because‍⁠‍ of that, his‍⁠ inner world grew⁠​‌ a little quieter,⁠ but this place,⁠ still a battlefield,​‍ was filled with⁠ someone’s shouts and​ cheers.

– Push it! Break‌‌ it off!

– Aim for the‌​ wings!

Knights​​‍ of the continent​‍ were fighting beneath⁠‌ the ancient dragon.‌​‍

– We’re out of​‍‍ ballistae!

– We don’t have​ any more spare‌ parts!

The‍⁠⁠ dwarves kept bringing​‍‌ pieces, unaware that‍ their beards were‍‍⁠ burning in the‍ fierce flames.

– Awaken the spirits!‍‌ We must block‍‍ the dragon’s wings⁠⁠⁠ first!

And⁠‍‍ the elves kept‌‍‌ shooting arrows at⁠ the knights, who⁠⁠ desperately tried to​⁠​ shield themselves from‌ the dragon.

“…..I‌‍ can’t see anything.”‍

Vlad⁠​ dove deeper into⁠ his inner world,⁠‌ trying to resist⁠​ the temptation of​‌ the piece.

The⁠‌‍ battlefield Vlad saw‌‍‌ through that world​⁠‍ was filled with⁠‍‍ tiny stars, losing‌‌‍ their light under‍ the pressure of‌ a brighter world.⁠⁠‌

“Is⁠​ that perfection, Kihano?”‍⁠

[Yes.]‌⁠

There⁠‍ were screams that⁠‌⁠ could not be‍ seen but were‌‍‍ heard.

They​ were the screams‌‍ of the worlds‌⁠ that had been⁠​ with me.

The‌‍ world of Vlad,‌‍‍ which had slowly​​ started to emerge​ at the sound‍​​ of their last⁠​​ words, began to⁠ take shape in‌⁠ his blue eyes.⁠

“It’s​‌ too high. No‌​ one can reach‌‌ that.”

All​⁠ the worlds in​‌‍ this world are‌ precious things that‌‍‌ cannot be replaced,‌⁠ but under the​ great sun, they​‍​ were like stars’‍​‌ lights that cannot⁠​ be seen beneath‍⁠ its radiance.

Thus,‌‌ watching the worlds⁠⁠ cooling beneath the⁠ golden sun that‍‍‌ soared through the‍⁠‌ sky, a golden‍ horizon began to‌‌‌ rise from his​ left eye, which‌‌⁠ had been closed.‍

“…I‌​⁠ should bring down​ perfection.”

[How?]​

Kihano‌‌‌ always provided answers,‌ but this time‌⁠⁠ he asked questions.⁠

Because‌​ my correct answer⁠​ didn’t make sense‌‍ to Vlad, who‍​⁠ found his own‌⁠ path.

“By‌ summoning the night‍⁠⁠ sky.”

He‍ didn’t need the​ most perfect possibility.‌‍

Nor‍ that great sun‍⁠​ floating above.

To​ bring down the​ star that extinguishes​ all other stars‌ because it shines⁠‌‌ alone, a calm​​⁠ night sky was​ needed, where all​‌ could shine.

“This‍⁠‍ piece could be​​ anything.”

[If​‌​ you wish it.]⁠

“I‍ can do anything.”​

[If‌‍‍ you wish it.]​​⁠

Hearing‍‌​ Kihano’s response, Vlad⁠ looked at the⁠ dragon piece he​​ held.

A dragon piece that⁠​ could be anything‌‍ and do anything,⁠‌⁠ like me, who‍ had originated from‍‌ a dragon.

Vlad,‍‍ who remembered the⁠ appearance of the‌ black moon through⁠ another piece, realized​‌ it was time‌ to get the‍‌⁠ canvas he wanted.‍​⁠

-······!​⁠

The‍‌​ piece that Vlad‌ had carelessly tossed‍⁠‌ rolled across the‌ green meadow.

Shining‌ under the sunlight,​ it was the⁠ most perfect piece​ that anyone would‍​ covet.

However,​ the dragon of​‍‌ this era didn’t‍‌ surrender to perfection⁠‍ and simply sought‌‌⁠ to evoke his​‍‍ own world.

[Imagine‍​⁠ intensely the landscape‍⁠‍ you desire. It​ would be even​‌ better if it​⁠‌ exists in your‌ memories.]

“…In‍ my memories.”

Vlad​ sought to create​ a sky without‍⁠​ dragons using a dragon fragment.

A night sky began⁠ to emerge from‍​⁠ his mind.

“I‍‍‌ want a world​ without dragons.”

This​ was a conversation‍ with his sword,⁠⁠‍ a spell to⁠ bring his world⁠ into reality.

“I‍​ do not wish‌ for perfection.”

One⁠ who could bring⁠⁠ the world he‍​ envisioned into reality‌‍​ could be called​​​ a master of‌ the sword.

“In‍‌ the world I draw, I hope​‍‍ no one will‌​ look down on‍​‌ others.”

Something​⁠ began to stir⁠ in Vlad’s blue⁠‌‌ eyes as his‌​ world took form.​

It‌ was the night​​‌ sky he was​ trying to draw​ today, a sky‍⁠​ where all stars‌​​ could shine.

“This​⁠​ is the world​⁠‌ I desire!”

-······!​⁠

Crack-!⁠

From​ the tip of‍ Vlad’s sword, which‍‍ had struck with⁠ great force, the⁠⁠ red piece began‌​⁠ to crack.

A piece that had‌ the potential to‌‌‍ become the most⁠ perfect being in⁠​⁠ the world.

However,‍‍​ the destiny of⁠ the last piece‍ was not the‍⁠ most perfect world,​‌‍ but the dark‌ night sky envisioned⁠⁠ by Vlad.

– You raised the‍⁠ moon. You did⁠​ it.

-······‍ We did it‍⁠ together.

– Yes, together.

For‌‌ the stars of‍ this era that⁠⁠⁠ could not reach‌‌ the high night⁠ sky.

What​⁠‌ the dragon, who‍ had given up‌‍ even on his‍‌ own perfection, wanted​‍⁠ was a night‍ sky where everyone‍ could shine.

“What​ is this?!”

There‌ was a dragon‌⁠‍ falling into a world no one‍​ could see.

There⁠⁠ were also red​ fragments floating like‌​‍ dust on the‍ dragon’s wings.

The‌​‌ place where the‍‍ dust was heading​‍‌ hovered above the‌⁠​ sky, where another​ dragon sculpture existed.​⁠

– Yes, we did‍⁠ it together.

A black moon rose​ alone in the‍​ night sky where‌⁠ no one could‌​ fly.

The​​‌ moon in the‍⁠‌ night sky embraced‌‍ the man with⁠ dark eyes and​‌‍ said its farewell.‍​

This‌​⁠ place, where the‍⁠ light of the​‍‍ moon descended, was⁠‌​ the world Vlad⁠‌‌ had drawn.

T/N:‍​

1:‌‍ “용언” (yong-eon) literally‌‌‌ means “Dragon Word”‌ or “Language of‍​ the Dragon.” In‍ the context of⁠ many Korean fantasy⁠‌ novels, this expression​‌‌ refers to a special power that‍ dragons possess to⁠⁠‌ alter reality through‍‌ their speech or​ verbal magic.

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