Scene : Thorn Forest
But that… That wasn't even a glimpse of its true power.
James shouted That monster opened his mouth , we have to attack first otherwise we'll dead for sure.
Jack whispered "what's dropping inside his ...."
Hans instantly noticed and replied that was not just Saliva, "it's Blood ....."
Then creature exhaled a monstrous breath from its nostrils and gaping jaws.
It wasn't just saliva.It was a vile fusion of blood, black sludge, and something far worse.
As the breath hit the earth, a red-black mist erupted, Dense, choking, alive.
It spread like wildfire in slow motion, curling around trees, rocks, air… even light itself. And then…It began to form shapes.
The mist twisted, pulsed, and shifted, taking the monstrous form of the beast over and over again—as if dozens of its phantoms now surrounded them in every direction.
The mist started to spread all around
Visibility dropped to zero. The trees around them started to vanish they can't saw their surroundings anymore.
The air started to turn thick, Heavy and Toxic. Hans staggered first, gripping his throat.
Daniel dropped to a knee, swaying.Jack's vision blurred—the world spinning in crimson fog. Captain James could feel it too—the suffocating pull of unconsciousness creeping into his mind like poison.
"No… Not here. Not like this!" he growled, slamming his fist to the ground.
Then, he roared—a roar not of power, but of defiance.
"DON'T FAINT!" he bellowed. "You faint now, and you DIE! Stay awake! And tried to STAY ALIVE!"
His voice ripped through the mist, anchoring his squad with every shred of desperation, command, and willpower he had.
His own knees were shaking. His lungs were struggling. But he refused to fall.
Because if they fell now… They'd never rise again.
Dragons are among the oldest and most revered species in existence. Born from the primordial energies of the cosmos, they are not only embodiments of raw, elemental power but also paragons of wisdom and intelligence. Their minds are vast, often surpassing even the greatest scholars and strategists of the human race.
Unlike many assume, dragons are not just beasts of destruction—they are ancient thinkers, philosophers, and sometimes even protectors. Their long lifespans grant them perspectives that mortals can scarcely comprehend. Over millennia, they have observed the rise and fall of empires, the cycles of nature, and the evolution of magic itself.While many fear their might, the truly wise respect their intellect.
To call them beasts is an insult.
To underestimate them... is a fatal mistake.
In their dragon form, they rule the skies.No creature dares challenge them in the air for dragons are the undisputed monarchs of the Sky.
With wings that blot out the sun and speed that tears through clouds, they dominate aerial battles with unmatched grace and terrifying force.
In the sky, they are untouchable, formidable and Unstoppable.
When dragons abandon their humanoid forms and return to their true selves , they become a unstoppable force.Their massive wings, wide enough to blanket the sky in shadow, grant them unmatched flight capabilities—swift as a storm, silent as a predator. With a single beat, they can stir hurricanes or ascend to the clouds in seconds.
A long, muscular tail trails behind them, not merely for balance but as a weapon capable of smashing through fortresses. With one swing, it can destroy rocks and mountains. Each dragon bears two titanic arms, ending in razor-sharp claws forged by magic and evolution—claws that can shred steel, tear through enchantments, and rip through enemy defenses with terrifying ease.
Their fangs, gleaming like crystal daggers, are capable of crushing the bones of giants or piercing the hearts of other divine beasts. To see them bared is often the last sight their foes ever witness.
Their bodies are shielded by impervious dragon scales, glimmering like obsidian, gold, or sapphire depending on lineage. These scales are immune to normal blades and can only be pierced by high-ranking enhanced magical alloys blades, blessed weaponry, or ancient relics crafted through lost techniques.
A dragon in its true form is not merely a creature—it is a catastrophe.
A normal dragon possesses the raw power to annihilate an entire human empire with ease. Some among them are so extraordinary , they could potentially wipe out entire civilizations if they wished. Many dragons are capable of unleashing devastating elemental breaths especially fire breaths—that can reduce enemy legions to ash in moments. Yet despite their strength, dragons are not creatures of mindless destruction. They rarely attack other species unless they go rogue or lose
control on themselves. By nature, dragons are wise, intelligent beings—far more intellectually advanced than most humanoid races. Their long-standing relations with humans have always been rooted in mutual respect and peace.
Over the centuries, this harmony has endured.
Most dragons choose to live in humanoid forms. This transformation is not just for convenience—it conserves their mana. While in their true dragon form, they release vast amounts of mana into the environment, often disrupting magical fields or natural energies. Living in human form allows them to blend in, conserve energy, and carry out daily life more comfortably.
Despite their elegant appearance in this form, their true bodies remain legendary—colossal winged beasts with armored scales, razor-sharp claws, massive tail .