Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 407 Bathed In Crimson

Isolde, arms crossed, faced a wall of glass that overlooked the lush greenery surrounding the mansion before the sprawling dragon city. Not far off, Isaac also observed the sunlit room, his gaze directed toward the bright light. He then shifted his attention to a screen, where the visuals starkly contrasted with reality. News segments from various nations played, with anchors discussing global events. Glimpses of cities marked by ominous red gates flashed across the screen – a phenomenon occurring worldwide, affecting every country without exception. The skies had turned dark, and the earth was illuminated by the eerie crimson glow emanating from these gates, signifying the encroaching Ruination.

Instructions urged the populace to seek shelter in government-prepared bunkers, anticipating an event perceived as even more catastrophic than a previous apocalypse. However, the situation was far worse, particularly for Staten Island. This location, previously untouched by red gates and experiencing few dungeon breaks or outbreaks, was on the brink of being consumed by the most terrifying green gate dungeon ever witnessed.

Despite people flocking to the island for refuge, their hopes were misplaced. Facing the impending doom on the island would prove far more perilous than confronting the monsters outside. Isaac turned to Isolde. "Shouldn't we warn people?"

"All ferries have been halted, and announcements are being made that Staten Island is unsafe. I've made it clear it's the last place anyone would want to be. Naturally, I'm being cursed and accused of inhumanity in return." Isolde tilted her head slightly, allowing Isaac a partial view of her face. "They crave the dragon's protection but reject it when the dragon advises them to stay away because its lair is too dangerous. Fear, it seems, truly drives people to irrationality." She sighed. "Apparently, those outside Staten believe I am my father's greatest disappointment." A wry smile almost touched her lips.

Isaac ran his hands through his hair, pulling it back before releasing it with a heavy sigh. "Even if we bring people to Pendragon Island, they might not be able to leave. Escape would mean certain death." He lowered his head. "I can't believe Cain was right about this. The Ruination began barely two hours after Godfrey and I arrived yesterday."

Isolde narrowed her eyes. "Firstly, we cannot accommodate hundreds of thousands of people on this island; the economy would collapse within weeks. Furthermore, this island itself might not survive. We have no precedent for a dungeon existing within another dungeon. Secondly, Cain is only correct this time due to his vested interest in Earth's preservation. He doesn't wish for its destruction. Beyond that, he's an arrogant, deceitful man – the worst kind." Isaac felt a sense of unease under Isolde's gaze. Her animosity towards Cain was palpable, dwarfing his own dislike for the man.

"Had the circumstances not been so perilous, I would have preferred Lucy to be here," Isolde stated, earning a nod from Isaac. "Paradise is safer; it won't be impacted by the Ruination. I was also uneasy hearing she was with Cain, but he summoned others to help organize books. She wasn't specifically targeted, and Percival is watching over her."

Isolde turned back, her expression troubled. "True, but we are dealing with an ancient being who has held sway over the world for a century. Proximity to him is a significant risk... We should not have revealed her connection to me, and especially not her involvement with Cain."

Isaac's eyes widened in shock. "If she remains unaware, she could become a casualty! She's your friend, Isolde. Your close friend! How could you suggest such a thing? To let her grieve the loss of a friend who isn't even gone?!"

Isolde met Isaac's outburst with an impassive face. "I would."

Isaac frowned, his voice laced with disbelief. "How can you be so cold?"

"We shouldn't have involved you either," Isolde's retort silenced Isaac for a full minute.

"What?!" His face contorted in anger.

Meanwhile, Isolde's expression remained serene, almost detached. Isaac, accustomed to this composure, once admired it greatly. However, hearing her words, even as she looked more radiant than ever, filled him with disgust. Her demeanor suggested an air of superiority.

He lowered his head, his mouth agape as if forming words, and gave a slow nod. Isaac was caught between disbelief and rising anger.

"I haven't merely observed or heard of Cain's capabilities. I've experienced them firsthand. I've felt his power pierce straight through my chest and witnessed the utter despair one faces before him. Destiny and visions alike place everyone firmly within his grasp. Initially, I was ignorant of the reason, but now it's clear: he is a Favored One. He cannot be outmaneuvered, not by a group of nineteen-year-olds..." She pivoted entirely, her gaze settling on Isaac.

"His network is so expansive it encircles the entire planet. From the highest echelons to the lowest strata, he has his presence, privy to your every murmur. This very secret led to my demise. You wouldn't wish to comprehend the sensation of dying, Isaac. You haven't the faintest idea what it's like to continue fighting even in death, to resort to desperate measures to safeguard one's soul."

Her head tilted slightly. "Do you grasp the price Godfrey paid? He only just realized he was being raised like livestock on a farm! It cost us everything, and believe me, Godfrey never intended for any of you to discover this, yet you were sent to him. He bore the responsibility of aiding a comrade in their lowest hour, and he placed his trust in you because you shared his predicament. I, too, was and remain pleased to have encountered my friends, but therein lay our vulnerability—a weakness we possessed, but Cain did not."