Chapter 153: Scars of the Past, The Dragon's Identity

The roar of the crowd and the blinding flash of cameras felt a world away, a fading echo from a battle already won. In the quiet solitude of the car, speeding away from the convention center, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the soft rhythm of their breathing. Adonis drove, his hands steady on the wheel, his profile illuminated by the passing city lights. The cold fury that had defined him on stage had melted away, replaced by a quiet, profound sense of peace. He glanced at Imani...