As Arthur stepped through the portal, he was engulfed by an unsettling stillness that permeated the Dragonrealm. It was as if he had entered a realm frozen in time. The air hung heavy with an oppressive silence, devoid of any sound or movement. It was as if the very essence of life had been drained from this forsaken land.Before him stretched a vast expanse of barren wasteland, littered with jagged rocks and scorched earth. There was no sign of vegetation or any form of life, only an inhospitable terrain.The ground beneath Arthur's feet was unforgiving, each step spews of desolation. In the distance, towering structures emerged from the lifeless landscape. These were the prisons of Draconis's Cage, the formidable structures designed to hold each individual dragon captive. Constructed with ancient runes, enchanted materials, and potent spells, these prisons stood as imposing sentinels.The ethereal haze that hung in the air added to the surreal nature of the Dragonrealm. As A

Word spread like wildfire through the land of Netherrealm, carrying the harrowing tale of the burnt village. Whispers and gasps echoed across the towns and cities as the news reached the ears of its inhabitants. People huddled together, exchanging worried glances, questioning who could be behind such a heinous act. Some of the villagers who had survived the attack recounted what happened. Fear took hold of the hearts of Netherrealm's denizens when they learnt dragons were on the lose. Reports of similar attacks began to surface, each more brutal and destructive than the last. Panic gripped the entire continent as the realization dawned upon them—the dragons might be returning.Legends of the dragons, their dominance over the land, and the era when they were sealed away resurfaced in the minds of the people. They feared the resurgence of the ancient beasts. Times like this, what they needed was a hero. But Valinor was yet to be reincarnate. He only has four years left. In the

Arthur could see the Dark mountains as he soared across the sky. It was just as Arielle had described it to be. The peak of the mountains were above the clouds. It would be insane for a human to get to the top of that mountain. He couldn't imagine himself attempting such a suicide mission if he wasn't a dragon. Obviously the wind pressure didn't pose a problem for Arthur and his Henchmen as their powerful wings soured above the clouds towards the peak of the mountains. When they landed, Arthur instantly felt troubled about something. Glancing around him, he could only see the bare rigid surfaces of the mountains. It had taken them four hours to fly here. Arthur nearly went mad when he saw how long their journey was. "Alright, we're here," Arthur said. "Now where can we find this Tear of the moon?"Arielle shrugged. "I don't know."Arthur raised his voice, his eyes bulging out of his eyes. "Whaaaaat!"Arielle folded her arms, her eyes looking around restlessly. "Trust me, if I kn

Leone and Arielle gaped at Arthur, unable to believe their eyes. "In all my years," Leone began. "I've never witness such devastating power. Our master is too powerful.""And he's only but a child," Arielle agreed. "He destroyed the Raker in seconds. What an amazing feat."Arthur was charged with the power of the Tear of the moon. He could feel massive amount of energy flowing through his veins at an alarming rate. "What is this?" He asked himself. "There's just too much powers inside me. I feel like I'm about to blow up."[ATTENTION: Magic: 10MDue to absorbing the Tear of the moon, Your magic power has shot up incredibly high. Unleashed your power or risk exploding]Arthur stiffened. "Did you just say I'll explode?"Paragon responded: [Affirmative. Your level doesn't posses enough capacity to hold such amount of Magic power]"How much time have I got left?" Arthur asked thoughtfully. [Five minutes before you explode. However, you still have before dawn to meet your countdown]

Draven couldn't believe his eyes. Arthur was dead. What happened? Why is he alive? Flynn and Bofur rushed up to the window and stared. They both stiffened in shock when they saw Arthur landing on shore. "I–impossible," Flynn stuttered. "Is that a ghost?""No, it's Arthur in the flesh," Bofur's voice croaked. He had lost his colour. "We watch him die. How is he alive?"Draven balled his hands into fists and drew his last shred of courage. "Get your nerves settled, men. It's just Arthur. It's my bet someone casted resurrection magic on him.""Something about him has changed," Flynn said, his legs quavering. "Look at his face, his hair, his build. Even the way he carried himself. He looks powerful."They watched as Arthur stood at the beach of the island, striking a power pose with his trident. "No," Draven voice went grave. "It doesn't matter how powerful he is. We killed him once. We can still kill him again."Bofur stroked his beard. He was recovering from his first shock. "The s