I woke up abruptly from a peculiar dream, my heart pounding as the words "Please come to my aid. We must escape this place before..." echoed in my mind. The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted my plea. "They're coming!" I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I sat up in bed, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. It was as if the boundaries between dreams and reality had blurred, leaving me disoriented and on edge, it takes me a minute and I then start to realise I'm still on my room I get off my bed still thinking about my dream and go out of my room walk to my kitchen in my average sized apartment, I make myself a grilled cheese sandwich grab a quick cup of coffee, I then go back to my room lay down on my bed boot up my VR headset put it on and go right back into Dragon Spire.
After I went back into dragon spire I started looking for the man I first encountered, who I found out is named Jonathan. His presence exuded a sense of strength and authority that I found intriguing. As he greeted me with a warm smile, I couldn't help but notice the way his tailored suit showed off his muscular physique. We made our way to a room where we shared breakfast in silence, the clinking of silverware against fine china being the only sound that can be heard.
Eager to break the quiet awkwardness, I ventured to inquire about how they found me. I was unconscious upon arrival, and I had made no effort to reveal my whereabouts. John exhaled heavily, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words. Eventually, he explained that they sensed the immense power emanating from Furah, my dragon companion, and her elemental abilities. They also possessed a highly advanced device that alerted them to the arrival of individuals from other worlds. It seemed they were well-prepared for the unexpected.
As we continued our conversation, I learned that John's wife, Eliza, was also present. The thought of their marital bliss amidst our current predicament struck me as both peculiar and inconsequential. After finishing my meal, John led me to a spacious training room, its emptiness echoing with the promise of self-improvement and preparation for the battles that lay ahead.
"you may choose between two option either a simulation that would adapt to your skill level, or you could spar with me or Furah." John said with authority, Considering my current state of mind, I chose the simulation, not quite ready to engage in physical combat. But before I delved into my training, I couldn't help but inquire about the purpose of the necklace I wore.
John sighed, his eyes betraying a hint of weariness. He explained that the necklace served as a vessel for the girls to rest and regain their strength. It also allowed for a mental connection between the dragons and their masters. However, he warned that if I started hearing voices other than Furah's, it could be cause for concern. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of such an intrusion into my carefully constructed reality.
Seeking some privacy, I requested that John leave the room. Alone with my thoughts, I delved into the simulation, pushing myself to the limits, honing my skills with precision and determination. Time seemed to fly as I trained relentlessly, my focus unwavering. It was only when my hunger began to be apparent that I paused the simulation and made my way to the dining area.
As I savored my meal, I mentally reached out to Furah, my loyal dragon companion. I asked with curiosity "Furah, may I ask if it would be possible to locate the other five dragon girls." Furah's response was tinged with regret, as she explained the complexities of their situation and as she said "their equal power, combined with their differing elements, created a barrier that prevent me from pinpointing their specific locations, master." To make matters more intriguing, the other girls were her sisters. The revelation left me both intrigued and unsettled, but I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Glancing around the room, my eyes fell upon a high-tech computer engaged in a search, likely the device John had mentioned. With a sense of purpose, I tidied up my belongings and heard a beep emanating from the machine. One of the five girls has been located, but she had fallen into the clutches of the enemy. Without hesitation, I embarked on a solo mission, opting for stealth rather than a direct confrontation.
Navigating through the enemy ranks proved to be a challenge, but I relied on my stealth and attention to detail. Finally, I reached the cell of a man wearing a necklace similar to mine but of brown color. Guiding him to safety, we engaged in conversation, attempting to establish a connection amidst the chaos that surrounded us.
"So, what is your name?" I asked, my voice calm and collected, masking the storm of thoughts swirling within me.
"Leon," he replied simply, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and determination.
"And what is the name of your dragon companion and what element does she possess?" I inquired further, my curiosity piqued.
"Terra, and she controls the earth element." he responded, his voice carrying a hint of longing.
Is he always this straightforward? I wondered, contemplating ways to delve deeper into our conversation. "How long have you been here?" I asked, hoping to uncover more about his experiences.
After a moment of contemplation, he replied, "I think I got here around a day ago I think." Finally, a more substantial response. It seemed that our shared circumstances had opened the door to a more meaningful exchange.
After using my stealth once again, I managed to get him out of the enemy base, sprinting towards the safety of my base. Surrounded by individuals who made me feel secure, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. As we settled down to rest, a voice that did not belong to Furah startled us both. The implications were clear, and in unison, we uttered, "This is not good." The realization that our situation had taken an even darker turn sent a chill down my spine, but I knew that I had to face whatever lay ahead with my signature blend of charm and calculated violence.