At the coronation, Kaelen handed my commander's seal to Seraphina, publicly demoting me to a mere assistant handler. The moment the fake saintess forced a connection with the seal, my silver dragon Lyra shrieked in agony, shattering my blind trust in my fiancé. To save Lyra from the Church's f*******n Soul-Lock Potion, I must perform an ancient ritual to permanently sever our soul bond. Giving her true freedom means I will suffer an unhealing c***k in my soul and lose part of my senses as the irreversible price. When the primordial black dragon Zael’s Resonance Edict shatters Seraphina’s illusion runes, exposing her as a magic-less mortal, the desperate imperial knights charge at me. I simply close my eyes and place my hand on Zael's arm, leaving it unknown who will survive this final clash.