Ah, where is this...? Why does it feel so grim.
Is this a den?
Mordred glanced around. The place was foreign, dark, filthy, and squalid. The space was too confined for sunlight to ever penetrate. All he could see was a wall of rough stone circling his vision.
"Did a Wyvern kidnap me in my dream?"
Why had his soft bed turned into this horrible place, like a cattle stall?
Mordred thought hard, scratching his chin.
He felt his fingernails were sharp and cold, like metal grating against a steel plate. A slightly pathetic, high-pitched screeching sound echoed as he scratched his own chin.
"Now, why does scratching my chin sound like that?"
Did he forget to cut his nails?
No! Wait a minute, the nails aren't the issue!
It seems his arm is the problem!
Mordred realized his small nails had been replaced by a pair of gigantic, metallic black claws. The black scales seemed to curve beautifully and shimmer brightly, as if his arm was covered in majestic obsidian armor. Its size was many times larger than before, huge enough to be equated with a tree trunk.
"Incredible. Is this still possibly the arm of a human?"
Mordred narrowed his gigantic eyes seriously. His pupils gleamed like stars as he stared at his arm with an astounded expression.
In his mind, this dream had leveled up, making things much more interesting now.
"Could this be what the books call a clear dream? A Lucid Dream ?"
"This is truly enjoyable!"
Amidst Mordred's excitement, a pair of large, scaly wings—which looked like a bat's—flapped on his back repeatedly with a sonic boom, causing the surrounding cave to tremble.
Dust and gravel began to fall, covering his enormous head.
From Mordred's snout, a simple breath he exhaled quickly blew away all the dust obscuring his view.
"My nose feels like a car exhaust pipe!"
He now knew clearly that this dragon body was immensely strong and fierce. His simplest movements seemed capable of effortlessly destroying the earth; every breath he expelled swept out like a hurricane. Simply put, this body moved like a living catastrophe.
"It's terrifying to think of a creature like this existing. Luckily, this is all just a dream, and in this dream, I am the terrifying creature, kekekeke." Mordred's mouth curled, and his knife-sharp white teeth gleamed with a dangerous sparkle.
He couldn't wait to do what a dream should allow.
Cause chaos, kekekeke.
The reclining dragon began to slowly move its gigantic body. The cave roof supporting the mountain seemed to violently shake for the second time. Accompanied by a roar from Mordred's mouth that formed a circular sonic ripple throughout the entire cave, the place was filled with an unrelenting gust of wind.
The cave walls, receiving the strong wind, began to crack. Finally, the entire cave collapsed like a domino pushed by Mordred. The tremor did not stop there, but immediately channeled into the mountain itself.
In the distance, the beautiful Snowy Peak, seemingly experiencing an eruption, began to violently tremble.
"Roar!!!"
A loud roar, accompanied by a powerful, circular shockwave, suddenly erupted from within the mountaintop. The shockwave spread rapidly, forming a pillar of wind above the mountain. Like a hot arrow shot into the sky, the wave caused all the snowy clouds that had covered the eternal mountain for millions of years to quickly dissipate.
The night sky was revealed, the surface immediately exposed to the brilliant, piercing starlight.
On the vanished mountaintop, Mordred's monstrous black dragon body stood with a slightly stunned look on his face.
"Ah... what an excessive sight. Even that small roar sounded like a nuclear explosion. Was I being too much?"
The mountain that Mordred had just obliterated was called Mount Jurasia.
A mountain soaring hundreds of thousands of kilometers high, it was often dubbed a living Continent in the Sky, or even the Pillar of Heaven.
It was known as the Mountain living above Eternal Night, the source of unending snow, and the very Grave of the Destroying Dragon, Vesanuss.
Mordred gazed at the tranquil, star-studded sky; the view made him feel as if he had devoured the heavens.
Where snow had previously obscured the sky, it was now covered by an endless tapestry of stars.
Was this the capability of the dragon in his dream, to be so impossibly strong?
Dragons, the apex creatures in every fantasy world and fiction he had ever read.
Even in this dream, it felt the same.
Dragons were so powerful that it was no wonder people called them the rulers of the skies.
No creature within a thousand miles would approach a dragon's lair only to meet its death.
Exaggerated words.
But that was enough to demonstrate the dragon's dominance as the strongest territorial creature in myth.
"Ah, what a pity this is merely a dream. If I were truly this strong in the real world, wouldn't that Rift just be easy work after lunch?" The dragon Mordred's face twisted into a ridiculous expression.
Mordred pictured himself kicking through various Rifts and slaughtering the creatures within.
With a massive, formidable dragon body standing above the heavens and the earth, wasn't this every man's ultimate fantasy?
Mordred gingerly settled down into the peak's crater, which instantly reshaped itself into a colossal hollow. He calmly watched the stars that seemed to be falling over his head.
"Are you enjoying this sight, great Dragon?" A soft voice drifted from beside Mordred.
The voice arrived like a calming symphony, accompanied by the strong scent of flowers that stung his nostrils. Mordred was slightly startled by the woman's sudden arrival.
Despite this, he disregarded the presence of the beautiful woman with a pale, cold face beside him.
Isn't it obvious? Woman, can you not see such a beautiful sight?
He was mildly confused, wondering if the woman lacked the necessary rhetoric to begin a conversation.
Mordred continued to stare at the sky as if the person beside him were merely the wind.
"Do you know, Great Dragon?"
"There was a Dragon as massive as you, who so utterly despised the stars above when he stood among them, and who hated the sun when he gazed upon it."
"So much so that he raged, turning this very place so silent and cold that it has lasted for hundreds of millions of years."
The woman's voice was so gentle and refreshing that Mordred, though slightly confused, was calmed by the sudden conversation with the woman beside him.
Could that dragon truly be so bad?
After a moment, Mordred's heart settled.
He contemplated the image of a dragon soaring above the skies.
He concluded that this legendary dragon must be an idiot. What living creature wouldn't love the stars, let alone turn the world into ice and snow?
"That creature must have been a genuine nerd."
"Perhaps that is true, Lord Dragon." The woman offered a small smile, scanning the corner of Mordred's enormous face, which looked annoyed.
He hadn't expected the dream to be so realistic that he now thought he had been thrown into a true fantasy world.
Seeing this woman speak of a dragon whose nature was so contrary to his own.
Was this woman a sign that his dream had become a layered dream ?
This was truly exciting; was he finally dreaming about an MMORPG ?
"Pretty woman, what is your name? A beautiful woman should not be wandering in a place like this." Mordred fixated his Casanova gaze upon her, his look a weapon, instantly intimidating.
The immense pressure caused the heavens to visibly shake, distorting the sky.
The stars that were falling across the sky seemed to twist and rotate with chaotic colors.
In the woman's view, Mordred's figure shifted multiple times.
Mordred, a presence as high as a pillar of the sky, rapidly consumed the view of the beautiful night sky.
"Unless you are an ancient Mage in disguise, seeking this adult dragon to fight the demon lord, isn't that your intention? Invite me to it, then!!!"
Ah... It seems this didn't go well. The woman in front of him appeared to have passed out from terror.
Mordred quickly and gently touched her soft cheek.
Was this the consequence of getting too excited? Ah, I should have let the dialogue continue first.