Dominion's End

Dominion's End V5Extra1: Lonely Thunder

Dominion's End Volume 5: Zhanjiang Garrison

Original novel in Chinese by: 御我 (Yu Wo)

Extra 1: Lonely Thunder—translated by Simone (proofread by Arcedemius; C/E edited by lucathia)

Jin Zhan was sitting in a large black office chair, listening to his underlings report on Debert. That man known as the Flame King had sent a message, hoping to discuss combining their strengths to reclaim human territories.

Reclaim? A smile almost tugged at his lips, which might have been his first smile in years.

"That's enough." His interest had gradually died down.

"Jin-gē, maybe we really could cooperate?" his underlings said carefully. "There are too many aberrants and they are too strong. I heard that the Aberrant King in Lan City kills people on sight. Maybe one day it'll come after us."

"Where would we start this 'reclaiming'? From Debert's side? Do you want me to leave this place? Or let's say we start from our location. Do you believe Debert would come here?"

Seeing the embarrassed faces of his underlings, Jin Zhan felt regret over the loss of his truly capable generals, the twin brothers Lü. They had always done well. The elder brother was courageous, the younger brother wise. One would craft the plan and the other would carry it out, without much need of Jin Zhan's orders, even coming up with more and better plans than he could.

Even Feng's underling Scar would be better than this useless lot in front of him. What a pity...

If only the twins were still here, perhaps there would have been one more top tier elite. Lü Mengren, as his name implied, was a fierce general. There would be no need for Jin Zhan to be stuck in a besieged city, unable to leave his post.

Jin Zhan's lips curled into a sneer, causing each of his underlings who saw to tremble in fear and wonder whether they were the one who had angered this god—the Thunder God!

Where did all these "if only's" come from? If I really wanted to dwell on the past, then if only Feng... The sound of knees hitting the ground one after the other interrupted Jin Zhan's short-lived musings. He looked coldly at the group of underlings kneeling on the ground, begging for forgiveness in all kinds of fearful tones.

If it wasn't for the "Jin-gē" they shouted, Jin Zhan would have thought they must have been worshipping and kneeling for an ancient emperor standing by his side.

Since when had his underlings stopped valuing even their knees?

Ah, yes, it was after Ah Zhi had left on his own without permission to avenge his brother's death. In the end, he followed in his brother's footsteps and never returned. Both brothers died by the hands of the same aberrant.

When the news reached Jin Zhan, he wasn't able to control his rage and despair. Anyone standing close to him was half electrocuted to death, and some of them almost didn't recover.

Asura!

One day...

A few threads of lightning crackled between Jin Zhan's fingers. The underlings on the ground were so frightened that they even started kowtowing. Though their movements sounded like they were playing ping pong with their foreheads, Jin Zhan didn't pay attention to them at all.

He gazed into the distance. Out there were two powerful energies, one of which even shocked him...

Jin Zhan rose to his feet. He could only think of one person—no, one aberrant. Thirteen.