Serpens paced the living room, his anxiety mounting with each passing minute. He had arrived home earlier than expected, eager to surprise Rose, only to find the house unsettlingly quiet. The usual warmth of her presence was absent, and something felt off. He called out her name, but the only response was the echo of his own voice.A knot of worry tightened in his chest as he quickly scanned the rooms, hoping to find her somewhere, maybe resting or lost in a book. But every room he checked was empty. His worry deepened when he noticed Rose's phone lying on the kitchen counter, its screen lighting up with each incoming call he made. She never left the house without it—especially not in a city like this.The sight of the phone, abandoned and ringing, sent a chill down his spine. Where could she have gone without it? His mind raced through possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. He was on the verge of dialing Inspector Lui, ready to report that Rose had gone missing, when

Rose sat in the quiet hospital waiting area, the envelope containing the DNA results still clutched in her hand. Her mind buzzed with a mix of emotions—disbelief, uncertainty, and a strange sense of resolution. She knew what she had to do next, and it weighed heavily on her.With a deep breath, Rose pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found the number Jack Brynner had given her the day before. Her thumb hovered over the call button for a moment, but then she pressed it, steeling herself for what was to come.The phone rang only twice before Jack’s smooth, authoritative voice came through. “Rose?” he answered, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity.Rose hesitated for a split second, then spoke. “The DNA results are out,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.Jack was silent for a moment, and Rose could almost picture him leaning forward, anticipation evident in his eyes. “And?” he prompted, his voice betraying a rare note of eagerness.

The night was a gentle embrace, soft and inviting, perfect for slipping into the realm of dreams. The sky was clear, a deep velvet canvas dotted with a thousand twinkling stars that seemed to pulse with a quiet, rhythmic light. The moon, full and luminous, bathed the world in a silvery glow, casting long, soft shadows that danced lightly across the ground. A cool breeze whispered through the trees, rustling the leaves in a soothing lullaby that filled the air with a sense of calm and serenity.The world seemed to have slowed its pace, the hustle of the day giving way to a peaceful stillness. The sounds of the night were gentle and comforting—the distant chirp of crickets, the occasional hoot of an owl, and the soft rustle of nocturnal creatures moving about their nightly routines. Even the air itself felt different, cooler and lighter, as if it carried the essence of dreams within it, urging all who breathed it in to close their eyes and drift away.The scent of blooming jasmine and n

As Serpens pondered Zorvath's enigmatic riddle, a figure emerged from the trees surrounding the lake. It was a young woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair. She approached Serpens with a confident stride, her gaze fixed on him."Ah, Serpens," she said, her voice husky and mysterious. "I've been searching for you. My name is Lyra, and I possess knowledge about your past and your connection to Xin."Serpens's eyes narrowed, unsure if he should trust this stranger. But something about Lyra's words resonated deep within him."What do you know?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.Lyra smiled, her eyes glinting with secrets. "Let's just say that I can help you unlock the truth about your draconic powers and the reason behind Winter's pursuit."Zorvath, who had been watching the exchange, suddenly spoke up. "Lyra, you shouldn't be here. This is a matter between Serpens and me."Lyra turned to Zorvath, her expression unfazed. "I'm afraid I have a stake in this too, Zorvath. Se

The uproar in Draketwon that night increased people ran to find safety from the threats of the dragons which descended upon the city like a flock of birds.It wasn't long after that the armed forces of Draketwon set into action. Helicopters, their blades slicing through the night air, emerged from the darkness. It was a show down of the humans versus the dragons, as fire bathed the entire city like a flood.The roar of the engines filled the cockpit as Captain Marcus Rourke, the seasoned leader of the air force squadron, adjusted his headset. His eyes were steely, focused on the horizon where plumes of smoke rose from the city below. The once-vibrant metropolis was now a war zone, engulfed in chaos as dragons soared through the sky, their fiery breath raining destruction upon the streets.“Echo Squadron, this is Captain Rourke,” he spoke into the radio, his voice calm but laced with urgency. “We’ve got eyes on the target. Multiple dragons are engaged, laying waste to the city. They’re