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
The clouds rolled slowly over the sky, casting shadows below over Arthur.Arthur gaped at the screen displaying his final task.Destroy Netherrealm? How in heavens name was he supposed to do that?Suddenly paragon displayed a screen: [Count down: 24hrs : -58 mins]Arthur placed both hands on his head and exclaimed, "And my countdown starts now. I'm dead. I'm so dead. Why did I accept this task in the first task?"Just then he caught Leone approaching him out of the corner of his eyes. She was looking very happy as if she had won a lottery or something. Then he saw her staggering steps and he knew instinctively that she was drunk. Arthur stared at her for a long moment. His mind suddenly awaken with an idea. He rushed up her her and grabbed her by the arm, "Leone, you have to help me. Tell me how many dragons were sealed in the dragonrealm prison?"Leone stared at him, startled by the urgency in his expression. "If I remember clearly, we number over a million."Arthur's mouth went
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
The Raker grinned at the trio before him. Somehow, he was disappointed. He was expecting more but all he saw were two released dragons and an eleven year old boy. Was this a joke? The one who killed King Arcturus and put the entire continent at the edge was this brat standing before him?In all his years, he had never been encountered such a strange job as this. Well, not that it mattered to him anyways. All he had to do was kill the boy and be gone. He pointed at Arthur, "You must be Malachi, aren't you?"Arthur's voice was tinted with rage. "Yes. That's my name."The Raker's smile widened. "Isn't that wonderful. Hear me, Malachi. Your life belongs to me now. I have been hired by king Arcturus son to destroy you. Now, without further ado, state your last words."Arthur was about to say something when Leone and Arielle stepped forward before him and confronted the Raker. "It's very rude of you to ignore us, Raker," Leone said, cracking her knuckles. "Are you that blind you couldn
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]
Arthur's eyes snapped opened as woke up with a start. He sat up and looked widely around himself. Strange enough, he found himself in a woods. One good look told him this place felt very familiar to him. Wasn't this the first place I met Lily?Then it occurred to him it was judging from the fallen trees and Skeleton remains of the King Cobra he first killed. A surge of excitement rushed through him as he realized he was back in Astralia. "I made it back," he jubilated, rising fully to his feet. "It's so good to be back."He noticed he had his former body back but there were a few changes. He was well built with arms and and muscles. His face was a lot rugged now and he even sprouted a full beard. He looked different. His hair colour was now silver and long. These changes left him pondering. "I look and feel entirely different. Is this part of an upgrade for leveling up on a different world?"He smiled to himself. "Not bad. I like it."Suddenly his system displayed a screen befo
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
In all his life, Draven had never experienced defeat. All his battles, he had won them by a landslide using his infamous trick. Catching his opponent off guard and delivering that one fatal blow had always worked. He relies on his speed and precisions with his swordsmanship. This had made him an undefeated swordsman for years. Until now. Arthur's hand tightened around Draven's neck, leaving Draven's legs suspended in the air. Draven couldn't breath. There was a glint in Arthur's eyes that he didn't like. For the first time in his life, his confidence waned and fear gripped his heart. "Please don't kill me," he choked, "I'll do anything. Just let me live."Arthur raised an eyebrow, "What's that? You didn't hesitate to kill me a while ago. Why should I spare you?"Draven was at loss of words. His entire face was as pale as snow and he like he could pass out at anytime. "Mercy," he pleaded. "Show me mercy. I'm sorry for killing you."Arthur's eyes diverted to Lily, "Lily, tell me