Serena suddenly felt drawn towards the computer which was still turned on in Serpens's room. The document was still displaying on the interface, the symbols and characters still morphing and twisting, pulsating slightly as if alive.“What's that?” She asked herself, her curiosity piqued.She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied the text. To her surprise, the symbols started making sense to her. A strange feeling washed over her as if some latent knowledge within her had been awakened as she read, “The day of fire and ice is upon us. Bahamut which was locked away in the depths of despair will be released shortly,”“Fire and ice? Bahamut? What's that?” Serena asked herself.With no one to give her the answers, she continued reading. “Bahamut was only imprisoned for ten thousand years and this year makes it the ten thousandth.”Serena's eyes opened wide wondering what exactly the document was talking about. Nothing was making sense to her, yet she felt compelled to keep
The evening was calm and inviting as Serpens approached the Qingyue's mansion. The thought of having dinner with Director Lan and her mother made him nervous. It was the first time a rich family would be inviting him for dinner and he wouldn't want anything to go wrong.Dressed in a three piece suit, he couldn't help a mix of anticipation, hoping he had not over dressed for the family dinner. He also had this feeling of gratitude for the invitation.As he stepped up to the front door of the motion, Serpens heaved a sigh. With a gentle knock, he tapped on the door and watched it swing open as director Lan herself came to open the door for him, her eyes lighting up with recognition."Hi," she said warmly, smiling at him."Hello," he replied, smiling back. "Thanks for the invitation.""It's fine Serpens. I love your outfit." She complimented him, making him smile again."Thank you," Serpens replied.Kim Qungye appeared beside Lan, extending a hand. "Welcome and thank you for coming. We o
Yul and Winter exchanged glances and then burst into laughter. They've seen everything that happened at the lake when Serpens went to meet Zorvath.Having intimated him, they entered their cars and drove away leaving Serpens all by himself in the middle of the road. "See you, Serpens," Winter said, waving him goodbye.While on their way, Winter couldn't help but smile. The feeling of knowing that he would finally be able to get back at Serpens filled his heart with joy."Nice one guys,'" he said, appreciating every other person in the car."Serpens has no idea what's hit him," Yul smirked. With the evidence they now had with them, they knew it wouldn't be long before they bring Serpens down."So how did you find out he was going to go to the lake that night?" Yul asked, surprised at the cleverness of Winter."Let's just say I have my ways." Winter smiled.After a couple of minutes of driving, they stopped in front of Winter's house."See you tomorrow," they bid him farewell before d
Within moments of Serpens stepping out, the rain intensified into a torrential downpour, a steady roar as millions of rain drops pounded the ground, creating rivulets that quickly turned into streams."Rose!" Serpens called out hoping she'd hear him. She knew Rose was still out and most probably be somewhere around."Rose, can you hear me?" He called out again, still no response.Serpens could hear the wind pick up, howling through trees and around corners, causing branches to sway and leaves to whip about.The rain pounded down in relentless sheets, the storm raging with a ferocity that made the world around him blur. Amidst the chaos, the continuous flashes of lightening and peals of thunder created a sense of awe and trepidation within him.Walking down in the rain, drenched to the bone, Serpens spotted a figure on the ground, laying motionless."Rose!" He screamed rushing to the motionless body on the ground, her skin cold and pale from the heavy rain. He felt her pulse and she
Sluggishly, Serpens made his way back to the hospital, his thoughts consumed by the fact that he had put Rose in danger and his powers were of no use this time around.His eyes welled up with tears as he slumped in the sterile hospital waiting room. The harsh fluorescent lights amplified the worrisome look on his face. He tried holding back the tears that were slowly finding their way down his cheeks. He turned to the wall clock, each tick amplifying his anxiety. It was like his world had shattered into a million pieces. “Rose, please don't die," he sighed.Serpens wished all that was happening at that moment was nothing but a terrible dream - one he'd wake up from to see Rose right in front of him.He couldn't help but blame himself for everything. His thoughts raced back to Winter who now seemed to be endowed with some sort of dragonic power too.Just at that moment, Dr. Sun approached, a folder clutched in her hand, her expression grave. Serpens sprang to his feet, rushing to mee
Frustration was beginning to build up within Serpens as he walked back home. Serena was still awake waiting for him to come back home. “How's she?” Serena asked, noticing the worrisome look on Serpens's face.Serpens was lost with words. He didn't know what to say. The guilt he was feeling for everything that had happened to Rose was eating him up.“She's in the hospital.” Serpens's revealed.Without saying any further words, he walked to his bedroom falling flat on the bed. His eyes darted towards his phone, the realization dawning upon him that he had left at home all the while he was out. He picked it up and noticed that he had missed several calls from director Lan.He noticed she had dropped a text message which he opened immediately.“I've been trying to call you Serpens. Hope you're fine? I just want to thank you for coming around tonight. I hope we can get to see each other next time? Have a wonderful night's rest?” He read.Dropping the phone, he noticed Serena standing by t
Walking through the quiet halls of the hospital, Doctor Sun decided to drop by at Rose's ward and see for herself just how she was doing.The last diagnosis she carried out on Rose was scary. It was as if her heart had stopped beating yet she was still alive. Her skin felt so cold that one would think that she was already dead.A couple of other patients were still in the ward, some already getting ready to be discharged home. As she walked past the other patients, lost in thought, she noticed the life saver that Rose was connected to not beeping anymore.Fear surged through her as she rushed to her side. She just couldn't explain it but there was this unusual connection she had towards Rose like she'd always known her or something.Reaching her bedside, a chill shot up her spine. The room felt unusually cold. Looking down at Rose, she gasped in horror. She was as pale as the sky blue around her, the cold breathed over her skin, frostbitten. It was absolutely freezing out and you cou
Serpens was in his bed that night, his thoughts running around in circles. He didn't know what to do regarding Rose's condition anymore. He had tried all he could within his power to heal her but to no avail.In his troubled state, he decided to put a call through to professor Layton hoping he'd be able to help.“Hello, Mr. Ryu,” Professor Layton began, his voice low and steady.“Sir, I need your help,” Serpens replied, a sense of urgency in his voice.Professor Layton's eyes widened, “Is there a problem?” He asked, his curiosity piqued.“Yes sir,” Serpens replied. “It's about Rose,” he added.“What about her?” Professor Layton inquired.Serpens wasn't sure if discussing it over the phone would be better. “Sir, if you don't mind, can I come over to your place instead?” Serpens desperation came through.“Alright, Mr. Serpens. Let's meet tomorrow morning in my office after class.” Professor Layton suggested.Serpens heaved a sigh as he dropped the phone hoping that his meeting with prof
The priest stood solemnly at the edge of the grave, his weathered hands clasped around a simple wooden cross. His voice, steady and calm, reverberated through the air as he spoke the final prayers, his eyes reflecting the sorrow of the moment. The soft rustle of leaves was the only sound as Rose was laid to rest, the earth slowly covering her.Serpens stood nearby, tears silently welling up in his eyes, his heart heavy with grief. As the ceremony ended, people began to approach him one by one. Xin placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, his face solemn. Lan, always reserved, offered a quiet nod of respect. Serena’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she whispered her condolences. Dr. Sun, with a grave expression, grasped Serpens' hand in solidarity, while Inspector Lui, ever the stoic, simply said, "I'm sorry." Finally, Tiara approached, her eyes filled with understanding and empathy, and she gave him a brief, supportive hug.After everything was said and done, as the crowd disper
In an instant, Rose disappeared into the portal, her figure merging with the energy of the Dragon Stone. There was a flash of blinding light, and the portal sealed shut, its power absorbed into Rose’s being. The energy of the Dragon Stone flowed through her, and the stone itself crumbled to dust, its dark power dissipating into the air.Serpens and Xin watched in awe, their hearts heavy with the sacrifice that had just been made. Rose had given herself to save the world, her courage and selflessness breaking the cycle of darkness that had threatened to engulf them all.For a moment, all was quiet, and then, from the stillness, a gentle breeze began to blow, carrying with it the promise of a new dawn."No!" Serpens cried as he rushed towards her. Rose fell on his arms, her form as cold as ice. "Don't leave me, Rose," Serpens cried. "Please come back," The strange lady spoke, "This was bound to happen, greet dragon. She's your fourth sage, the one who would help you win the war agains
Serpens struggled to his feet, his heart pounding with fear and frustration. Winter was too strong, even with the combined might of the dragon lords. They couldn’t overpower him—not like this. But what frightened him more was the sight of Xin, now standing on the rock, her hand trembling as she raised the dragon stone toward the point where the sunlight met the sea."No!" Serpens cried out, his voice breaking with the weight of his despair. But his words fell on deaf ears. Xin, lost in Winter’s spell, placed the stone on the rock. The moment the stone touched the surface, the sunlight intensified, its beams converging on the stone and then spreading outwards, enveloping Bahamut in a blinding light.The light was quickly swallowed by a sudden darkness, a pitch-black void that seemed to emanate from Bahamut himself. The last chain around the dragon’s neck glowed fiercely for a brief moment before shattering into a thousand pieces. The sound of the chain breaking echoed like thunder acro
The Third World Sea stretched endlessly before Serpens, a vast expanse of shimmering waters that reflected the dark, starless sky above. The air was thick with a mystical energy, a sensation both familiar and foreign, tugging at the edges of his consciousness. As he stood on the shore, the quiet lapping of waves against the rocks was the only sound, but Serpens could feel the presence of something ancient and powerful nearby.From the depths of the sea, a massive form began to rise, the water cascading off its scales like liquid silver. Doromu emerged with a grace that belied his immense size. His golden eyes, warm and wise, fixed upon Serpens with a gaze that seemed to peer into the very depths of his soul. The dragon’s scales shimmered with a soft, radiant light, contrasting the dark waters around him."Welcome, Serpens," Doromu said, his voice deep and resonant, echoing across the stillness of the sea. He lowered his head in a deep, respectful bow. "Great Dragon, it is an honour to
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
Tiara sat at her usual spot in the school courtyard, the sun dipping lower in the sky as the hours ticked by. The news of the Zorvath's going through Serpens' locker in school, had become the news of the day, but that wasn't her problem.Her concern was in the fact that Serpens whom he had called to tell what had happened didn't show up in school. She couldn't help but wonder why he didn't show up after he told her he was already on his way when she called him earlier that day.After the first set of classes of the day, she decided to go to the courtyard and hoped that before the afternoon classes would commence, Serpens would show up.Her gaze flicked anxiously toward the school gates every few minutes, hoping to see Serpens' familiar figure stride through. But as the shadows lengthened and the students trickled out in groups, laughing and chatting, there was no sign of him.By now, the courtyard was almost empty, save for a few stragglers. Tiara’s worry had shifted to a gnawing unea
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 morning routine was almost automatic. Serpens crossed the room to his wardrobe, where his clothes hung neatly on the door. As he buttoned his shirt, his mind kept drifting back to the urgency of his quest, the need to find Xin and the draconic gem.After pulling on his trousers and fastening his belt, Serpens moved to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, the chill waking him up fully. He stared at his reflection in the mirror—his dark hair tousled from sleep, his eyes sharp and alert despite the fatigue that lingered at their edges. With deliberate care, he combed his hair, making sure every strand was in place, trying to impose order on at least this small part of his life.He grabbed his school bag, checking to make sure he had everything he needed: books, notebooks, the pendant that Professor Layton had given him back then, was still there—a small token that served as a reminder of his mission.Before leaving his room, Serpens took a moment to gaze out of the wind
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