Author's point of view... The monstrous creature lunged forward with a deafening roar, its claws slashing through the air. Aryan immediately summoned his ancient sword. the monster didn't even let him get prepared and launched an attact. Aryan barely managed to dodge, feeling the rush of wind as the beast's talons narrowly missed him. He steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly, and prepared to strike back. "Stay back!" Aryan shouted to his companions, who had drawn their weapons. "You can't fight it. Just stay away. This beast is mine to handle!" he commanded as he lunged forward. With a fierce determination, Aryan charged at the monster, his blade glinting in the dim light of the cave. The creature met him head-on, and the clash of steel against scales echoed through the cavern. Aryan's strikes were powerful and precise, but the beast was relentless, countering every blow with its own brutal attacks. The battle raged on, and Aryan felt his strength waning. He co
Author's point of view... Everything was coated in a thick layer of black ash as the smoke gradually disappeared. It required many moments to fully perceive through it. Chuchu mindlessly raced toward Aryan. Tears began to well up in her eyes as her heart ached. She cursed a hundred times to herself for not paying attention to his commands earlier. Aryan would never have ended up like this if they had just followed his orders. But they didn't. "It's all my fault..." she cried desperately on her way. When the dust settled, Chuchu found Aryan lying on the ground without any movement. At first, she believed him to be dead, and her heart fell at the sight but upon closer inspection, she noticed that he was sniffing. She gasped, letting out the air, she had been holding in her lungs for a long time. "Aryan...!" she curled her arms across him and hugged him so tightly, "I thought I lost you forever...Aryan" she cried. "It's good that you know..." Aryan mumbled something in
Author's point of view... Leaving his companions behind, Aryan embarked into the cave. He covered himself with a shield of blue flames so that he wouldn't be burning due to the heat. After walking for a few more minutes, Aryan saw the source of that orange light and flesh-melting heat. The lave lake. He could see the bubbles popping up from the boiling lava. "Hoo...!" He exhaled deeply, scanning the area. "How am I going to get through this?" After a moment of scanning every inch, he noticed some black spots in the middle of the lake and upon closer view, he saw a ray of hope. The heat was intense, but Aryan noticed a series of rock formations jutting out of the lava, forming a precarious path that led to the far side of the cavern. Taking a deep breath, Aryan began to leap from one rock to another, feeling the intense heat radiating from the lava below. He was a bit nervous because it was not less than a do-or-die situation. Each jump had to be precise, one mis
Author's point of view... "Here is what you have to do..." The ultimate dragon shuffled the treasures beside it and took out a shimmering red crystal and flung it in the air towards the lava lake. "Get this before it falls into the lava..." it rumbled in a playful tone as if tossing a ball before a pet dog to fetch. Aryan's mouth twitched. What the hell did it think of him? Heaving a sigh, Aryan flicked his fingers, sending his blue flames to get the stone. Just as the blue flames touched the stone, that red crystal dissolved into it and the multicolored mark on his hand dazzled. Aryan was surprised, that the heap of treasures resting beside the dragon were not some casual diamonds or rubies but they were all beast core stones. The dragon glared at him, astonished and puzzled at the same time. Many warriors from different clans had fall for its trick and had lung towards the lava lake to try to complete the silly task given but this young human did not even shifted his b
Author's point of view... The seven-coloured dragon spirit roared, its presence overwhelming the cavern. In just a fraction of a second, the tide seems to be turned. The ultimate white dragon instantly bowed, lowering its head in submission, its pride and fury melting away in the face of the Dragon God's power. "I submit to the dragon god. I...I admit my defeat," it said, its voice trembling. Aryan glared at it with many questions lurking in his mind. He knew that his fighting spirit was strong but he never imagined that he possessed a spirit of dragon god. It was unbelievable. No wonder his fighting spirit had an incomparable ego. "You are the true heir of the Dragon God's legacy." the ultimate white dragon spoke out, submissively. The rage in its eyes and the attitude he had before all dissolved in no time. "You can kill me and obtain my beast core" The white dragon respectfully moved its head towards Aryan, closing its eyes. Aryan, still enveloped in the light of th
Author's point of view... In a dark citadel, where shadows danced and darkness reigned, an ancient force awoke. The Black Dragon King, the lord of the Dark Race, opened his crimson eyes, their malevolent glow piercing the thick gloom. The power of the Dragon God's reincarnation had shattered the tranquillity of his slumber, filling him with a rage and a sense of impending confrontation. "The Dragon God has returned," the Black Dragon King hissed, his voice a low, thunderous growl. "The balance is shifting. I will not allow the light to rise again." As he flew out of the chamber, transforming into his real self after so long, his colossal form uncoiled from the shadows, black scales glistening with a sinister sheen. He stretched his wings, sending a wave of dark energy rippling through his realm. The Dark Race, feeling the awakening of their master, responded with fervent anticipation. From every corner of the dark citadel, creatures of shadow emerged, their eyes glowing
Author's point of view... Aryan stared at the calendar on the table and commanded in a panic. "What is the date today?" he couldn't believe what his eyes were revealing and so he wanted to clarify his doubt with his ears. "It's TENTH of APRIL, master" the calendar retorted firmly. Aryan froze momentarily. He couldn't just take in the reality. He squinted his eyes and grabbed his head as he felt that his whole world had stirred for a second. "Just what on earth is happening??" He was sure about the time he spent during his training in the magical land, more than a year. But to his surprise, it seemed that no time had passed at all. How could it be? Aryan had been gone for what felt like an eternity, but as he re-entered his daily life, he discovered that he had travelled back into the past. As he was struggling to digest the reality, there was a familiar knock on the door. Someone was beating the library door desperately as if their life depended on it. "Open the doo
Author's point of view... Late that night, Aryan made his way to the secluded corner of the family estate where his grandfather’s tomb stood. The ancient stone was eerily glowing in the moonlight, and the trees around it were whispering secrets to the night wind. Aryan’s heart was heavy with questions, and he hoped his grandfather’s spirit could provide the answers he sought. Reaching inside, he cleaned everything and knelt before the tomb, closing his eyes and focusing on the bond he shared with his grandfather. The air grew colder, and a faint mist began to swirl around him. Aryan felt a presence materializing, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the translucent figure of his grandfather standing before him. "Grandpa..." Aryan began, his voice trembling, "I need your guidance. I’ve been through so much, and I don’t understand what’s happening. Why does it feel like no time has passed since I left?" His grandfather’s spirit smiled warmly. "I know everything, Aryan