Chapter 1 – The Walking Corpse
It had been six months since the volcano event.
The village slept under a pale moon, the night unnaturally still — not even the dogs barked, not even the wind whispered.
A few old men sat outside their homes, muttering small talk, when a lone figure appeared at the edge of the road.
He staggered forward.
His skin — ghostly pale.
His eyes — hollow pits, lifeless yet filled with silent terror.
His body — drained, like every drop of blood had been stolen.
Step by step he dragged himself closer, moving less like a man and more like a corpse that refused to stay dead. The villagers froze, watching in dread as the man collapsed face-first into the dirt.
When they rolled him over, his face told the story.
Mouth wide open in frozen horror.
Veins black.
And then — a dark smoke slithered from his lips, rising like a snake.
Villager 1: "S-sir, are you alright?"
Villager 2: "No… he's gone… he's—dead."
Before they could move, the smoke expanded, curling around the night air. Then a deep, distorted laugh echoed:
"Only one hundred souls left now… Hahahaha…"
The villagers dropped to their knees, trembling. The sound wasn't just heard — it was felt, like knives scraping inside their skulls.
The smoke drifted with purpose, gliding into the small, forgotten temple at the edge of the village.
It seeped into an ancient stone statue.
Crack.
Crack.
The statue's surface splintered.
From within, the voice rumbled again — deeper, sharper, closer:
"Piece by piece… my true body will return."
The temple shook. The night grew even more suffocating, like the world itself was holding its breath.
Chapter 2 – The New Armour
That same night, far from the haunted village, the sound of hammering echoed through Strom's forge. Sparks rained as firelight danced on the stone walls.
Strom's arms were drenched in sweat, muscles taut, veins glowing faintly with dragon aura as he struck the steel again and again. This was not just forging — it was creation.
Piece by piece, the armor was born.
A helmet, carved to resemble a dragon's head — fierce, unyielding.
A chestplate, patterned like a dragon's scaled breast.
Shoulder guards, layered like twin wings folded for battle.
And at his back, a cape of deep blue silk, woven with threads reinforced by magic. It shimmered like the night sky yet was strong enough to withstand a blade's edge.
And then, his weapon.
The anvil groaned as he laid it down: a spear.
Its shaft forged from magic steel mixed with demon bone, unbreakable. At its edge, a blade carved from a rare blue diamond, its sharpness rivaling any sword. But at the heart of the weapon was its true danger — a blue magic stone, bound between blade and shaft, capable of absorbing any spell cast against it… and unleashing it back with Strom's strike.
The armour was indomitable.
The spear was deadly.
And Strom — now truly looked like the Dragon Knight reborn.
Outside, Wraith sat against the wall, arms crossed. The forge's heat burned her skin, and the constant hammering robbed her of sleep.
Wraith: "Can't you do this in the morning?"
Inside, Strom didn't stop. Sweat dripped, muscles flexing with each blow.
Strom: "In the morning, I have other work to do."
Wraith leaned her head back, smirking despite herself.
Wraith: "That helmet will cover your whole face… What? You planning to hide your charming face?"
Strom chuckled faintly, not looking up.
Strom: "Yes. Because it will protect the people I love. I need a new… identity."
Her smile faded, turning into something softer. She whispered, almost teasing, almost sincere:
Wraith: "Still got your dragon mom in that pendant?"
Strom nodded, lifting the half-finished chestplate, runes glowing along its ridges.
Strom: "Yeah. And I can talk with her… She's… cool."
Wraith smirked again.
Wraith: "Cool? I'd say she's terrifying. But… I admit she's got a good look."
Hours later, Strom finally laid down his hammer. The forge went quiet.
The armour stood completed — a masterpiece.
The chest and one layer of the shoulder guards glowed dark blue, while the second layer gleamed silver.
The gauntlets and boots shimmered in a blend of black, blue, and silver, etched with runes in magic steel.
The helmet — a dragon's visage in black and blue — radiated both fear and reverence.
And the spear… looked less like a weapon, more like a relic forged by forgotten gods.
Strom exhaled, exhausted. Wraith finally stood, looking at him with sharp but proud eyes.
For the first time, Strom didn't just look like a warrior.
He looked like a legend in the making.
Chapter 3 – The Nightmare
Seventeen people were slaughtered in a single night.
Their killer? Not a man. Not a demon.
But a hollowed knight — the once-proud Golden Knight, now nothing more than a corpse animated by Kaizer, the black smoke parasite.
Kaizer whispered from inside the stolen body:
"The more I use a vessel… the faster its life fades. Hahaha… This one is nearly finished. But until I reclaim my true form, it will do."
And so he killed. He fed. He spread despair.
Yet rumors reached even Kaizer's ears.
That somewhere, an unknown knight had slain a colossal beast in a single stroke of his spear.
Kaizer paused, intrigued.
"Hmmm… such a body would serve me well. Yes… with that strength, I can bring rivers of blood. And when enough souls are consumed… my body will return."
That night…
The sky was red with fire. A village lay in ruins — homes burning, corpses littering the earth. The air reeked of ash and death.
At the center of it, Dravyss, the great white dragon, fell from the sky — her scales shattered, her body drenched in blood. Even her roar trembled like a dying breath.
Sam lay nearby, barely alive, blood pouring from wounds too deep to close.
Wraith, broken and coughing blood, reached out weakly. Her eyes found Strom… her lips trembled as if begging him not to leave her.
But Strom…
Strom's hands — trembling, unwilling — snapped her neck.
Her body went still.
Strom stared at his hands. They dripped crimson.
But it wasn't his blood.
It was the blood of everyone — the old, the young, the innocent.
And in that suffocating silence, a voice echoed through the burning world:
"This is how the world will end."
Strom woke with a scream.
His chest heaved. Sweat soaked his sheets. His heart pounded so violently he thought it might tear itself apart.
For the first time in his life… Strom looked afraid.
He stumbled out of his room, breath ragged, into the chamber where Wraith slept peacefully. The sight of her — alive, unharmed — stilled his trembling heart.
Quietly, almost desperately, Strom leaned down and pressed a kiss against her forehead.
Then he stepped into the washroom, splashing cold water on his face.
When he lifted his eyes to the mirror—
A shadow stood behind him.
Its eyes blazed crimson.
Its grin stretched wide and unnatural.
Strom spun around. Nothing.
He looked back at the mirror again—
Nothing. Normal.
The normalcy made it worse.
His lips quivered.
Strom: "…Mom? What was that…?"
But the dragon pendant was dull. Its glow gone. Dravyss gave no answer.
Then came the whisper. Not from the world. Not from the air. But inside his mind.
"You don't deserve them, boy. Not your friend. Not your mother. Not your love."
The words drilled into his skull like venom.
Strom's vision blurred.
His knees buckled.
And with a thud, he collapsed unconscious on the cold stone floor.
Chapter 4 – The Unwanted Guest
Morning light seeped faintly into the forge.
Wraith gasped when she saw Strom lying on the floor, blood streaking from his nose and mouth.
Wraith (panicking): "Strom! What happened? Wake up, please—please wake up!"
Strom's eyes fluttered open. He sat up, gasping for air.
Strom (breathing heavy): "What… what happened?"
Wraith: "Why are you bleeding?"
Strom touched his face, his fingers coming back red. His eyes widened.
Strom (in his mind): So… that nightmare was true.
Wraith: "Strom, what happened?"
Strom (forcing calm): "Nothing. I think… after washing my face, I fell. That's all."
Wraith: "My god… you should take care."
Later that afternoon, Strom stood in the forge. His eyes locked on the armor he had crafted — dragon helm, dark cape, shining steel. Yet, unease gnawed at him.
Strom (to himself): "That thing… that black smoke… maybe it attacked me because I used demon bones in the armor. It's dangerous. I must find a way to protect everyone."
He slowly donned the armor. The weight felt heavier than usual.
And then—
A voice slithered through his head.
Voice (Kaizer): "Want to see a trick?"
Strom's body froze. His limbs twisted against his will. His chest tightened.
Kaizer was in control.
The forge door creaked.
Wraith entered, holding a plate of food. Her smile was small, uncertain, but hopeful.
Wraith: "Strom, here is food. Don't worry—my cooking improved."
Strom raised the spoon. For a moment he ate in silence. Then—his arm snapped violently, tossing the plate to the ground. His hand shot forward, gripping Wraith's neck.
Strom (but not Strom): "You demon! Who the hell told you to cook?!"
Wraith choked, her feet kicking weakly against the floor. His grip was merciless, his eyes not his own.
Then — Strom's will surged. His eyes cleared. His hand dropped. He stumbled back in horror.
Strom (terrified): "Sorry Wraith! I… I… I don't want to hurt you… I'm so sor—"
Wraith (cutting him, eyes wet): "What the hell do you think you are doing?! I told you—I'm trying my best to cook!"
Strom (desperate): "No… it's not because of the food—"
Wraith (voice cracking): "Then what? What do you think?! Who am I in your life then?!"
The voice coiled inside Strom's skull.
Kaizer (whispering): "And Strom… who am I in your life?"
Strom snapped, shouting both at Kaizer and at himself:
Strom (shouting): "You are just an unwanted people in my life! Get out of my face!"
The words echoed like thunder.
Wraith froze. Her heart shattered. Tears spilled down her cheeks.
Wraith (broken): "I think people are right… we demons don't deserve to be loved. The only thing we deserve… is to die."
She turned, walking toward the door.
Strom (panicking): "Wraith! Please—it's not what I'm saying! There's someone in my head!"
Wraith (bitter, trembling): "Wow. An excuse is ready."
Strom (desperate): "No—it's not an excuse! I'm telling the truth!"
Wraith (voice shattering): "You know, Strom… don't play with anyone's feelings. When you acted like you understood me, I thought I'd found someone special. But I was wrong. I don't… I don't deserve love."
She left, her steps heavy with despair.
Strom staggered after her, but then a sharp pain split his skull. His vision blackened. He collapsed, unconscious.
When Strom awoke that evening, the forge was silent.
He dragged himself to his room—only to find a folded letter waiting for him.
His hands trembled as he read:
Wraith's Letter:
"Thanks, Strom, for everything. For every happiness you gave me. No matter if it was a lie—still, it was the most beautiful moment of my life. I don't know why you did this, but I think you are right. Humans and demons can't live together.
Bye-bye. I'm going from your life.
—Your unwanted people in your life."
The parchment was stained with wet drops. Demon tears.
Strom's hands shook. His lips parted, but no words came.
Strom (whispering, broken): "You… you are the reason she left me."
But Kaizer did not reply.
Strom's rage exploded. He slammed his fist into the stone wall. The blow cracked the surface and left his knuckles bleeding.
The forge echoed with silence. Only his heavy breaths remained.
Chapter 5 – The True Bro
Evening bled into night. The forge stood dark, save for the faint glow of embers.
Sam pushed the door open.
Inside, Strom sat in full armor, the dragon helm casting a shadow over his eyes. But Sam felt it immediately — the aura was wrong. Twisted. Heavy.
Not Strom.
Kaizer.
Sam's breath caught. He silently stepped back.
Strom rose from his seat, spear in hand. His voice was low, venomous:
Strom (Kaizer): "Time to finish my work."
Sam ducked into the bushes as Strom walked out, footsteps heavy on the dirt. He waited until Strom's figure vanished into the night.
Only then did Sam re-enter the house. The forge smelled of burnt steel and ash. He searched quickly, desperate for a clue. That's when he found it — a letter, left on the table, edges stained with demon tears.
Sam clenched his fist.
Sam (in his mind): Wraith…
He closed his eyes, focused, and began tracking the faint mana trail that lingered in the air. A trail that belonged to Wraith.
The trail led him outside the village. Beneath a lonely tree, under the moonlight, Wraith sat hugging her knees, tears streaming silently.
Sam approached carefully.
Sam: "Wraith… what you saw isn't real. Please—we need to help him."
Wraith's head snapped up, eyes red.
Wraith: "You humans are all the same. Get out of here!"
Sam shook his head, kneeling beside her.
Sam: "No. Wraith, listen. I know what you saw… but believe me, Strom would never want to hurt you. He loves you—by his heart, by his soul. Please… we need to help him."
Her voice cracked.
Wraith: "He said I'm unwanted in his life…"
Sam's reply came sharp, unshaken.
Sam: "No. I don't believe that. Strom isn't like that. The people he loves—he can die for them. Please, believe me."
Wraith bit her lip, silent.
Sam leaned closer, voice softer.
Sam: "Do you know about Angela?"
Wraith frowned.
Wraith: "Who?"
Sam exhaled and told her about Strom and Angela — how once, there had been someone else.
Her eyes widened.
Wraith: "You're… telling the truth?"
Sam: "Only one month she mattered to him. But a whole year with you, Wraith? No. He can't just throw that away."
Her shoulders trembled.
Wraith (whispering): "He told me… there's someone in his head. But I didn't believe him. It's my fault. I should've tried to understand…"
Sam shook his head firmly.
Sam: "No. It's not your fault. Kaizer loves playing mind games."
Wraith froze.
Wraith: "Kaizer? Who… is Kaizer?"
Sam's eyes darkened. His voice carried weight.
Sam: "Kaizer is a demon. The Possessor. He invades people's bodies, uses them as tools to kill. Long ago, a legendary wizard cursed him. His body was destroyed. The only way he can return… is by killing over one million people and devouring their souls. That's why he's on the hunt. But now? He enjoys playing with fear before the kill. He's pure evil."
Wraith's nails dug into the bark of the tree.
Wraith: "You know we can't defeat him… not while he's in Strom's armor."
Sam nodded, grim.
Sam: "Yes. You're right. But we have to try. Everything."
Wraith's eyes suddenly sharpened.
Wraith: "Wait. Did he still wear his pendant when he left?"
Sam thought back, remembering the image of Strom leaving the forge.
Sam: "No… he wasn't wearing it. Why?"
Wraith rose to her feet, determination in her gaze for the first time that night.
Wraith: "Then I know who can crush him. Follow me."
Dragon Knight – Chapter 6 Mom vs Son
The night sky split apart with thunder. Black clouds swirled in the distance, lightning crackling across the heavens as the ground shook under Strom's corrupted aura.
Sam and Wraith stood at the edge of the village, both panting after running all the way.
Sam: "I know Strom is there… but why are we here?"
Wraith: "Help me find the pendant!"
They searched frantically through Strom's room until at last, Sam shouted, holding it up in his hands.
Sam: "Got it!"
Wraith: "Good—let's move!"
Without another word, Wraith clutched the pendant and sprinted into the storm, Sam close behind.
The Village Square
The villagers knelt in fear, heads pressed to the dirt as Strom stood above them in his black armor, spear raised high. His eyes glowed crimson, Kaizer's laugh echoing through his throat.
Strom (Kaizer's voice): "Why fear me? I am your protector… your knight… your GOD!"
Before he could finish, Sam slammed his staff to the ground, releasing a surge of lightning.
⚡ BOOOOOM! ⚡
The blast struck Strom directly, forcing him to stagger back.
Sam: "You're not a god, stupid bastard!"
The villagers scattered in terror as Wraith shouted at them.
Wraith: "Run! Save your lives!"
Within seconds, the square emptied. Only Strom, Wraith, and Sam remained.
The Clash
Strom (Kaizer): "You two think you can stop me?!"
He lunged forward, spear crashing down, shaking the earth. Wraith leapt into the air, trying the same move she once used to surprise him when they first met. But Strom caught her effortlessly, his grip like iron around her arm.
Strom (Kaizer): "Old tricks. A dagger to the neck? Pathetic."
Wraith (smirking through the struggle): "Not a dagger, idiot…"
Strom's eyes widened as he felt the pendant's chain drop onto his chest. His entire body froze.
Wraith: "Hey, dragon mom… your turn now."
Dravyss Awakens
The pendant glowed with celestial light before bursting open.
A massive dragon unfurled into the night sky, wings cutting through the black clouds. White scales shimmered with cosmic energy, blue fins sparking like lightning, claws glowing brighter than steel.
Dravyss: "Both of you, step back. I'll handle him."
Strom (Kaizer): laughing "Will you strike your own son with a stone?"
Dravyss: "Of course… because he will heal. But you won't."
The Legendary Battle
The earth trembled as mother and son clashed.
Dravyss swung her colossal tail, sending Strom flying through three stone houses. He rose, armor cracked but aura still raging, Kaizer laughing louder.
He charged with his spear, its tip burning with corrupted fire. Dravyss blocked with her claw, sparks bursting like meteors across the night sky. She slashed with her talons, each strike creating shockwaves that ripped the ground apart.
Strom roared and launched spears of shadow. Dravyss inhaled deeply and unleashed a storm of cosmic fire, a bluish-white blaze that bent the air itself. The attacks collided, shaking the entire village like an earthquake.
But inside, Dravyss was crying. Each strike landed against her son's body, even though she knew it wasn't truly him.
Dravyss (in her heart): "Forgive me, Strom…"
Strom staggered, cracks forming in his armor. But Kaizer's voice roared louder, forcing him to stand again.
Strom (Kaizer): "You'll never see your son alive again! Hahahaha!"
Breaking the Curse
Wraith dashed forward, ignoring the battle's chaos. She ripped off Strom's helmet, her hands trembling. His face was pale, bruised, blood flowing from his nose and mouth.
Wraith (pleading to Dravyss): "Please stop! You'll kill him!"
Dravyss stepped closer, tears in her dragon eyes.
Dravyss: "I'm sorry, son… but I have no choice."
Wraith: "…Then sorry from me too."
She raised her hand—then SLAPPED Strom across the face with all her strength.
The sound echoed like thunder. Strom collapsed to the ground, stunned.
From his body, black smoke erupted violently, Kaizer's true form trying to escape.
Kaizer (screaming): "I'll never leave him! He is mine!"
Without hesitation, Dravyss unleashed her cosmic fire, engulfing the smoke. Kaizer's screams shrieked across the night until nothing but ashes remained.
Aftermath
Silence.
Strom's head rested in Wraith's trembling hands. Slowly, his eyes opened.
Strom (weakly): "Ahh… what happened here?"
Tears rolled down Wraith's cheeks.
Wraith: "You're mad…"
Dravyss (smiling softly): "You should take care of yourself, son."
Sam leaned on his staff, grinning.
Sam: "Wow. A powerful knight… defeated by a girl's slap. That's legendary."
Strom (groaning): "Don't tell anyone…"
Sam: "Nah, man. I'm writing a whole book on this. Hell yeah!"
The three of them laughed weakly under the shattered night sky, while Dravyss quietly faded back into the pendant.