BOOK TWO: Chapter 43: The Dragon's Fury and The Twin's Dilemma
Part I: The Dragon's Fury
The air of the crimson-tinged alien world was thick with ash and the metallic scent of spilled plasma. In the heart of the capital city, surrounded by the blazing wreckage of ancient skyscrapers, stood **Damien**, the Green Dragon King. He was in his preferred combat form: a muscular, towering figure of six feet, nine inches, with rippling green scales barely contained by his humanoid silhouette.
In his hand, he gripped the hilt of his massive samurai sword, a blade known across his continent and to all his followers as the **Sword of the Universe**.
Damien slid his palm along the length of the blade. As his skin kissed the enchanted steel, the sword ignited, wreathed in roaring, hungry **black flames**. The heat was immense, but Damien showed no pain. Around him, the carnage of the battle—shattered stone and metal—was already ablaze. With a controlled exhale, he blew a gust of **super-chilled wind** across the fires, extinguishing them instantly, showcasing his masterful control over multiple, conflicting elements.
The King of the Vampires, a tall, pale figure fueled by ancient blood magic, charged. He was enraged, his face contorted into a mask of pure fury at the sight of his world burning. His own elegant, razor-sharp sword—a family heirloom of the Vampire House—was raised for a killing blow.
Damien smirked, a flash of pure green in the smoky light. He braced himself, readying the black, flaming blade. The Vampire King was fast, closing the distance in a blur, but Damien was faster.
With a final, shattering roar of power, the black blade met the silver sword. The resulting clash was a deafening, blinding explosion of fire and metal, a sound that cracked the very foundation of the ruined palace.
### Part II: The Twin's Dilemma
The chaos of the distant battlefield gave way to the serene, cultivated beauty of the Royal Palace gardens back on the Twin Continents. The gardens were the first creation of King Damien. 3 days after the dragon dance. The humans on the capital continent of Pandora were grief stricken over the Lost brotheren.
Inside the ornate courtyard, the Drakain twin brothers were pacing. **Jordan**, with his **black hair and black eyes**, moved with coiled anxiety, his massive broadsword strapped across his back and a dagger resting at his hip. **Cornell**, his twin, with **white hair and white eyes**, walked with a calmer, more cerebral rhythm, a simple wand being his only visible weapon.
Facing them were the **hybrid Drakain mage investigators** from the Twin Continents, the military and intelligence elite. The investigators from valyrian's continent side wore uniforms of **all black** with a subtle **white dragon pin** on their lapel; those from Charles's continent wore **all white** with a **black dragon pin**.
A red-haired, **red-eyed** Fire Mage named **Rexus**—wearing all black—threw a small, dark capsule onto the marble floor. It bounced once, transforming into a small, tablet-like device that immediately projected a **5x5 holographic video display**.
Rexus, the lead investigator from the good dragon's side, continued his grave explanation. "This is not a raid, and it is not a territory expansion. The core vampire armies have maintained their distance for sixty-million-year from our galaxies. They are not pillaging for resources or land."
He pointed to the electric, dark anomaly captured on the projection. "They are running. The only reason they are suddenly on the offensive in our territory is *because* of this."
Rexus referred to it clinically as **The Anomaly**.
The twins moved forward, their pacing forgotten. They stared at the electric growing void, chaotic mess of energy. It was a giant, expanding tear in the fabric of space—an inky, black void pushing the vampire forces before it like a tidal wave. They instantly recognized it; their grandfather, the King, had mentioned this phenomenon mere days ago during a rushed meeting on the ship. But seeing the full scope of it in holographic clarity made it chillingly real.
A blue-haired, **blue-eyed** Water Mage named **Tanya**, the lead investigator from the Charles's continent, walked directly through the holographic projection, her white uniform stark against the dark image.
She looked directly at the young princes, her expression calm but firm. "We must be patient. Your grandfather, the King, is on the move, and the histories don't lie. When a dragon flies, worlds end."