Chapter 1: The Peaceful Life
It had been two weeks since the life-potion incident, and something in Strom had changed.
He was still the same chaotic, universal-rizzer warrior — but now there was a calmness in him.
A softness.
A peace that even Wraith didn't know existed.
Of course, Strom still flirted with girls right in front of Wraith…
and Wraith still yelled at him for it.
So, everything was almost normal.
Evening — Strom's House
Zyphus (flopped onto Strom's couch, arms behind his head) : "Can't believe our vacation ends today."
Violet: "Yeah… back to ruling the castle, solving people's problems. I really don't like that."
Strom: "Wait. Rule?"
Violet pointed at Zyphus with a deadpan face.
Violet: "Yes. I make all the decisions because this dude can't solve anything without spilling blood."
Zyphus: "Hey! I'm not built for sitting around in a castle, okay!"
Strom chuckled: "So… you guys thought about the Demon Lord's servants lately?"
Zyphus shrugged: "All I know is he doesn't have many left."
Violet: "I heard Nia killed most of them."
Strom: "It's true. His servants are not normal demons — they're mystical creatures that spread darkness. And Nia? She's literally a hunter of dark mystical creatures."
Zyphus nodded, impressed: "Yeah, she's awesome."
Violet raised a brow: "Wow. You're talking to a girl… without attitude?"
Zyphus: "I'm not 'attitude type,' alright? I'm just… scared to talk properly."
Strom smirked: "So our Diamond Knight is afraid of women, huh?"
Violet: "Maybe you need some tips from Strom."
Strom leaned back, confident: "Why not? I won't charge you. You're my friend after all."
Zyphus glared: "You two need to be ashamed."
Violet and Strom exchanged a clean handshake.
Violet: "Nah."
Strom: "I think you'll die as Sir Single Knight."
Violet: "True."
Zyphus: "This really feels like bullying."
Strom: "It is."
They all burst into laughter.
Later That Night
A royal carriage arrived to pick up Zyphus and Violet.
Their silhouettes glowed under the lantern light.
Strom: "See you soon guys."
Zyphus: "Bro, you should visit us sometime!"
Violet: "Yeah, Strom!"
Strom: "Fine. Next time I'll bring chaos to your castle."
Zyphus: "Deal."
Violet: "Take care!"
The carriage rolled away, leaving Strom standing under the quiet night sky —
peaceful, calm, unaware of the darkness already preparing to rise.
Chapter 2: The Broken Glass
Morning sunlight brushed across the rooftops as Strom stepped out of his house, locking the door behind him.
Strom (quietly): "I'm coming, Mom…"
Today, he had to pick up Dravyss from Astrid's home — but his mind still lingered on the warmth of yesterday. The peace.
He walked through the village, greeting people with his usual chaotic charm.
Strom (to a random kid): "What's up, kiddo?"
Kid: "Nothing! I just got a new toy!"
Strom: "That's good. Don't break it in one day."
The kid laughed. Strom kept walking with a calm vibe, until something caught his eye — a faint glimmer on the ground.
He frowned.
Strom: "Huh? What's that?"
He knelt down and picked up a shard of glass — small, sharp, and strangely familiar.
Then he realized.
Strom (whispering): "…This is the same glass Arok used for his potions."
A chill ran down his spine.
Why was Arok's glass bottle shard lying here…
near the graveyard?
A place nobody ever visits unless they have to?
Strom stepped toward the graves, cautious.
Strom: "Arok wanted dead bodies. So… don't tell me—"
He stopped thinking.
Ran straight to the nearest grave.
Opened the lid.
Empty...
The coffin was spotless.
Not even dust of a corpse.
Strom: "…He's stealing dead bodies now."
He checked the next grave.
Empty.—Another.—Empty.
Dozens of graves — bodies missing, every coffin hollow.
Then he found something worse —
more potion-glass shards…
and a smear of fresh blood across a gravestone.
Strom's heartbeat spiked.
He opened the coffin beneath the bloodstain.
Also empty...
Strom: "No… no, no… this is bad."
Eyes widening, he sprinted out of the graveyard, heading toward the village elders. He had seen enough.
He stopped an old villager.
Strom: "Sir! Have you seen the graveyard guard? The old man who watches the gates?"
Villager: "No… he didn't return after last night. Nobody goes to the graveyard. That place is cursed… ghosts, they say."
Ghosts.
If only it were that simple.
Strom (nodding): "Thank you, sir."
He walked away, jaw tight, mind racing.
Now Everything is connected to the ritual. Salt. Skull. Iron.
Arok kills people → lets families bury them → waits for the night → and steals the bodies for the ritual.
The broken glass…
the missing guard…
the empty graves…
Arok wasn't just killing.
He was collecting...
And the ritual had already begun.
Chapter 3: No One Could Picture This
Strom reached Astrid's house just before noon.
The place felt peaceful — birds chirping, soft breeze, — but Strom had arrived to destroy that peace completely.
Strom: "What's going on here!?"
Valkyrie stretched her arms, relaxed from training.
Astrid: "Nothing, just resting. You tell me — how many new girls beside Wraith this time?"
Wraith choked on tea instantly: "WHAT!? Again!?"
Strom raised his hands like an innocent angel: "Relax, I haven't pulled any new girl yet."
Astrid raised one eyebrow.
Astrid: "Really?"
Strom: "Actually… I need to talk to you guys privately."
They exchanged glances — Strom never used that tone unless things were bad.
They headed to the backyard.
And then Strom dropped the nuke.
He told them about the broken potion glass…
the empty graves…
the stolen corpses.
and the ritual.
Astrid: "WHAT!? You mean he's stealing corpses now!?"
Wraith: "Why does he want to bring the Demon Lord back so badly?"
Strom: "Greed. He wants the Demon Lord's blessing… at any cost."
Astrid: "Does Zyphus know?"
Strom: "Not yet. I found all this morning."
Wraith's eyes darkened: "We need the team back. And then we hunt him."
They split immediately —
Strom and Wraith heading to Zyphus's kingdom,
Astrid going to pick up Sam.
The game of death had officially started.
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At Zyphus's Castle
Strom and Wraith arrived at the castle gate.
A new guard stood there — young, proud, and clearly unaware of who he was talking to.
Guard: "State your name."
Strom: "I'm Strom a friend of Prince Zyphus."
Guard: "I'm not a fool. Leave before I'm forced to act."
Strom: "Sir it's important"
Guard: "Last warning."
Strom sighed: "…Okay. Your wish."
With one smooth, lightning-fast move, Strom struck a perfect throat chop.
Not fatal — but the guard collapsed instantly like a broken puppet.
Wraith clapped slowly: "Classic Strom."
Strom: "Brainless Prince always hire fools."
They walked into the hall.
Violet was sitting on the throne, legs crossed, wearing her marksman jacket.
Wraith: "Yo, Princess."
Violet: "Look who's here. The Dragon Knight… with his Demoness."
Strom: "Where's Zyphus?"
Violet: "Sir Single Knight is busy in training."
Strom: "Tell him to date Nia before —"
Wraith gave him a death stare: "Control yourself, idiot."
Strom: "…Sorry."
Violet sighed: "Okay, jokes aside. You never come without a reason. What's wrong?"
Strom's expression hardene: "I found a clue about Arok."
Violet's eyes sharpened: "That runner bitch! Really?."
Strom: "Yep, that one."
Strom and Wraith explained everything — the empty graves, the stolen bodies, the blood, the potion glass.
Violet's face went pale: "But he's just a normal human… we can't track him by mana."
Just then — footsteps echoed.
Zyphus entered the hall, sweat dripping from training.
Before he could speak, the trio unloaded the entire story on him.
But Zyphus didn't react with shock....
His face was already grim.
Zyphus: "It doesn't surprise me that Arok is stealing corpses."
He took a deep breath.
Zyphus: "Because… Prince Avlor is no more."
This sentence makes the room dead silent.
Chapter 4: Reinforcement
The team gathered at Nia's forest.
The atmosphere was peaceful — morning dew, soft wind, and a small group of foxes sleeping on the roots of an old oak.
Strom walked straight toward them.
Without hesitation, he scooped up one fox by the scruff.
Strom: "Morning, Foxy."
The fox yawned… and transformed mid-air.
Nia's small form dropped into Strom's arms.
Wraith's eyebrow twitched dangerously.
Strom: "Okay, okay— back on your feet before she cuts mine."
Nia: "Fine."
Once everyone settled, the discussion began — tense, sharp, and urgent.
They reviewed everything about Arok's corpse-stealing ritual.
Strom: "But the problem is… everyone knows red potion means death. So how he managed?"
Zyphus: "Sneak attack. He killed Avlor by poisoning his food."
Strom's expression froze: "Shit…"
Sam: "I still can't track him. No mana signature = no clue ."
Nia: "We know. But Arok is killing people blindly. He's not hunting smart — he's hunting fast."
Astrid: "Does anyone know how many bodies he still needs? Because if he completes the ritual… we're doomed."
Wraith: "This ritual… it needs a shaman, right?"
Sam: "No. Anyone with the proper knowledge can do it."
Violet: "Then where do we even find him?"
Strom crossed his arms, thinking: "He needs corpses. But he's not dumb — he won't hunt in crowded places. He steals them. So his next target is…"
Violet: "Sontra Graveyard.
After the war, hundreds of warriors were buried there with honor."
Zyphus: "No. It's empty.
Last time I saw Avlor, he told me all the bodies from Sontra vanished."
A cold silence fell.
Wraith: "If you guys tell me one thing… I can tell you where Arok is."
Sam: "What thing?"
Wraith's eyes darkened — the same look he had when he predicted the Blood Knight's attack.
Wraith: "Meet me tonight… in our old ruined village.
And before that — ask the neighboring villages if their graveyards are empty too."
The team exchanged confused looks.
No one knew what Wraith was thinking.
But everyone nodded....
And then they split —
every fighter heading in a different direction,
determined to confirm a horrifying truth.
Chapter 5: The Correct Prediction
Everyone split up across villages, trying to confirm Wraith's suspicion — and they all returned with the same answer:
No. Not a single corpse was stolen from any neighboring village.
When night arrived, the team gathered in the old ruined village, a cold wind sweeping through broken houses and collapsed walls.
There, in front of Strom's shattered home, Wraith stood fully armored — and the others were too.
They were ready for Arok.
Strom: "We checked every nearby village and everyone said the same thing. No bodies are missing."
Wraith: "Then I was right."
Sam: "Right about what?"
Wraith stepped forward, eyes sharp under her helmet.
Wraith: "Arok isn't targeting random villages. He's challenging us.
He's stealing bodies only from places connected to us — where we lived, where we fought, where we left our scars."
Silence cut through the air.
Strom: "You mean… he steals from the villages that belong to us or the ones we've abandoned?"
Zyphus suddenly froze: "…Oh no."
Sam: "What happened?"
Zyphus: "If that's true… then right now he must be in Valka."
Everything went dead silent.
Valka — enemy territory of Zyphus's former kingdom.
The last time the team visited that place, they unleashed real destruction
Violet and Zyphus slaughtered almost everyone in the castle.
Astrid injured nearly every villager beyond saving.
And Strom alone killed thousands of Elite Knights on the battlefield.
Valka was a graveyard of their own making — a treasure field of bodies.
A Jackpot for Arok.
Without wasting a second, Nia transformed into a massive griffin.
Everyone mounted her back, and they launched into the sky, cutting through the cold night wind.
The flight was silent — too silent.
Everyone was thinking the same thing:
If Arok reached Valka first… thousands of corpses were already in his hands.
It took an hour to reach the location, but the moment they landed, their hearts dropped.
The scene was horrific.
Half the graves were empty.
And "half" in Valka meant over five thousand bodies missing.
Strom: "There are only two possibilities."
Violet: "What possibilities?"
Strom: "Either he's coming back…
or he already collected everything he needs."
Those words made everyone question the truth —
Was Arok really a normal human?
Or Something else.
Wraith: "We don't lose hope yet. Even if he collected the bodies, he hasn't completed the ritual.
We still have time to find him."
As they stood among the broken gravestones, a sudden crack of leaves snapped their attention.
A shadow bolted through the bushes — sprinting at terrifying speed into the forest.
Arok....
He wasn't hiding.
He was watching them.
And now he was running — because his plan was already in motion.
Chapter 6 – The Forest Hunt
The moment they heard the crack of leaves, the entire team sprinted into the forest without hesitation.
Branches snapped under their boots, shadows swallowed their path, and the cold night air carried only one name:
Arok.
The silent killer.
Strom: "He must be around here. Spread out!"
They scattered, scanning the pitch-black forest. The silence was suffocating… until Wraith's voice sliced through it.
Wraith: "Here!"
Everyone rushed to her side — and saw it.
Arok's footprints. Fresh. Leading deeper into the dark forest.
Strom: "Stay sharp. And cover Violet."
Because in a place like this, a Archer like her was the most vulnerable — and Strom wasn't losing anyone today.
They followed the footprints, moving deeper and deeper into darkness, until the trees parted… and they finally saw him.
Arok.
Sitting calmly on a massive stone beside an enormous cave entrance.
Strom: "Done running, Mr. Red Bottles freak?"
Arok: "So… you finally found me."
Strom: "You can't hide anymore. Your time is over."
Arok uncorked a vial. Blood Orchid mixed with his red poison as he spoke:
Arok: "No, Strom.
It isn't my time to die."
Before anyone could react, Arok bolted into the cave — a place so dark even moonlight refused to enter.
Zyphus: "Not again…"
They rushed after him. Sam quickly cast a glowing light spell, illuminating the walls as they went deeper and deeper.
But Strom suddenly slowed.
His instincts screamed....
Strom: "Wait…
Why do I feel like Bizoker's aura?"
Sam: "Bro, that creature died years ago—"
Strom: "I don't know bu—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because two glowing red eyes appeared inside the darkness.
Watching them...
Strom: "RUN!!!"
They sprinted back with everything they had, none of them daring to look behind.
An ancient fear clawed up their spines — something in that cave had awakened.
When they burst out of the cave, the ground trembled.
A massive shadow crawled out behind them…
And then they saw him.
Darkius...
But not as the wizard they once fought.
He emerged as a colossal black dragon — obsidian scales, razor wings, fanged jaws, red glowing eyes, and a faint purple stone embedded in his chest. Ancient armor clung to his massive body, forged with some forgotten blessing.
Strom: "You again? But… I felt Bizoker…"
Darkius (cracking his neck): "Now I can finally take my revenge."
Zyphus: "Revenge for what?"
Darkius: "You kids really thought I'd given up? That I'd never return?"
Sam: "Actually… yes."
Darkius spread his wings wide, the ground shaking beneath him.
Darkius: "While you all played the hero, I learned new spells… gained my armor…
And now I hold powers of one of the strongest dragons ever born."
Nia stepped forward — her body glowing, shifting — transforming into Zyron, the Fire Beast.
A lethal assassin-type dragon, blazing wings, deadly tail, claws sharp enough to shred steel.
Zyron (Nia): "Get ready.
We end this today."
Weapons ignited. Magic flared. Breath turned into smoke.
Darkius: "This…
is going to be fun."
Chapter 7 – Darkius the servent
None of them hesitated.
None of them thought twice.
The moment Darkius spread his wings, the entire team launched their attacks at once — a full-force assault on the obsidian titan.
Darkius.
The Dark Dragon.
---
The Assault
Strom charged first — Dragon spear in one hand, and hundreds of Blue blades hunting. His movements were insane: fast, sharp, and relentless.
But every strike bounced off Darkius's ancient armor like harmless sparks.
Zyphus followed with twin spears, shadow strikes, clone combat — a storm of stabbing shadows.
Still not enough. His spears barely scratched the dragon's outer layer.
Wraith blurred through the darkness.
Night empowered her — silver blaze sword glowing at full strength.
But even her fastest slashes left no mark.
Astrid didn't bother with her blade. She knew weapon strikes were useless.
So she went pure strength — earth-shaking punches, each one strong enough to crack mountains.
Yet Darkius didn't flinch.
Violet unleashed rapid-fire arrows, each one enchanted with marksman magic — flawless speed and precision.
They shattered on impact.
Sam didn't hold back either.
No basic spells — only high-tier magic.
A lightning spear crashed directly onto Darkius's head, exploding in blinding light.
When the dust cleared…
Darkius stood untouched.
---
The One Who Can Hurt Him..
Only one member made him step back.
Zyron.
Nia's dragon form.
Her flame claws and heat-wing strikes were lethal — the only attacks strong enough to force Darkius to move.
She was fast enough to dodge him and powerful enough to push him.
But Darkius countered with devastating force.
His presence alone made the air suffocating — draining energy, crushing hope.
A single Dark Strike — a brutal punch — sent shockwaves across the battlefield.
A single tail swing tore through trees like paper.
His spells were so heavy that Strom almost dropped to his knees mid-attack.
This wasn't a fight.
This was a massacre waiting to happen.
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Lore: The Dark Dragon
Darkius was not just a dark wizard of dragons.
He was something far worse…
The one of the strongest servants of The Demon Lord itself.
The Demon Lord was a cosmic-level shadow—strong enough to devastate worlds, yet too weak to enter the Prime Dimension, the realm of the Great Gods and Guardians.
He tried once and lost badly.
He was sealed away, unable to return.
But Darkius…
Darkius was the first dragon to discover traces of the Demon Lord's power on his home planet after the war.
The Dragons of Aeltharion had fought the Demon Lord before — they knew his terror.
Darkius ignored the warnings.
He allowed the Demon Lord to forcefully enter the Prime Dimension, but the attempt failed.
His own people shattered the stone in his chest and exiled him — leaving him to die.
But he didn't.
Because the Demon Lord had already blessed him.
—Immortality.
—Unstoppable physical regeneration.
—The Armour of Darkness.
The Demon Lord promised:
> "When you become strong enough to kill members of the Dragon Council,
you will receive your true armor."
And now that's the time.
Darkius: a former wizard.
Wielder of epic dark spells.
Now fused with the stone of one of the strongest dragons ever—
Bizoker.
The Dark Guardian Dragon Tank.
A monster built for destruction.
---
Back to the Battlefield
There was no fairness in this fight.
Darkius dominated with one hand — knocking the entire team back without effort.
Even Zyron's terrifying healing abilities struggled to keep up.
Against Darkius's true form, even her regeneration was being overwhelmed.
All of them were getting pushed to their limits.
And Darkius?
He hadn't even started.
Chapter 8 — Mr. Red Bottles and black lizard
Darkius raised one massive claw.
A deep rumble echoed through the forest.
Then—
"CURSED PUSH."
A shockwave of corrupted force exploded from his body.
Everyone was thrown back like broken dolls — crashing across the ground, ripping through trees and stone.
Everyone except Zyron.
Darkius charged at her instantly.
Brutal punches, claw strikes, ripping through scales, digging deeper and deeper—
until his claws touched her heart.
Zyron — Nia — screamed in unimaginable pain.
Her roar shook the entire forest.
Darkius didn't stop.
He was trying to rip her heart out.
But then—
BOOOOOM!!!
A blazing fire strike slammed directly into Darkius's head.
THUD!
Dust exploded outward.
When it cleared, the scene was horrific:
Nia lay on the ground, barely breathing.
Blood pouring from her chest
Her scales torn apart
And Darkius stood unharmed…
except for a small dent in his helmet.
Darkius: "Not so strong, Strom."
He lifted Zyron's huge body effortlessly and hurled her toward the others.
But mid-flight, Nia's body shrank—
She is force-transformed back into human form, pale, unconscious.
Before she hit the ground—
Strom caught her.
Strom (voice shaking): "Enough."
He laid her gently down…
then his rage exploded.
He hurled rocks into the sky.
Then his dragon spear.
And in a heartbeat—
A meteor rain fell....
Burning stones crashed down on Darkius like divine punishment.
Then Strom's spear shot downward—
SHACK!!!
It pierced straight through Darkius's eye.
Darkius staggered—but instead of pain…
He laughed.
Darkius: "Now you have crossed the limit."
He unleashed a physical dark spell, a crushing wave aimed at Strom's team.
Strom stepped forward again, shielding everyone behind him.
A terrible mistake.
The spell hit him—
Blood burst from his skin
His scream ripped through the forest
His Dragon-Forge Armour — one of the strongest armors ever — began cracking, then shattering
Even the pendant failed to repair it
And Far away Someone's Blood boiling like lava....
When the spell finally ended, Strom collapsed.
Barely able to move.
Armor destroyed.
Body shattered.
Regret his decision.
Then Darkius cast another spell, smashing Strom back into his team.
They piled together in pain, bleeding, and hopelessness.
Everything seemed finished.
---
A Presence Emerged.
Footsteps echoed from the cave.
Slow.
Mocking.
Arok.
Mr. Red Bottles.
Arok (grinning): "So, Strom…
wasn't it supposed to be my day to die?"
No one answered.
Darkius watched them with a psychotic smirk clearly enjoying their suffering.
The human walked beside him, proud, and confident.
Arok: "How's the plan, partner?"
Darkius: "You are the best human I've ever seen.
And yes the smartest one also."
Arok: "I know."
Strom (barely conscious):
"Darkness…never wins."
His voice cracked.
But the words echoed beyond the battlefield.
And then—
The sky split open.
A blinding tear of pure radiance ripped through the darkness.
The air turned weightless.
Wind stopped.
Shadows trembled.
And high above…
In the sky it feels like the sun itself seemed to turn....
Azure...
Chapter 9 — The Azure Sun
Sam was the first to see it.
A blazing shooting star ripping through the night sky—
but it was coming straight toward them.
Sam: "BARRIER— NOW!!!"
He threw every last drop of mana he had into a gigantic shield, wrapping all of them in glowing protection.
But when the star hit—
BOOOOOOOOM!!!
The barrier shattered instantly.
The heat wave was so brutal that it scorched the ground, tore through trees, and slammed the team further into the dirt.
Already injured, they screamed as the impact burned through their bodies.
Arok, the one with no shield…
Turned to ash instantly.
But something moved inside the smoke.
Something powerful enough to make even Darkius step back.
A sound like thunder collapsing.
And for the first time—
Darkius struggled.
Because someone else had arrived.
Someone far above him.
Someone ancient.
**The Strongest Guardian.
Dravyss The Dragon Knight of Aeltharion.**
When Darkius' physick spell hit Strom earlier, Strom's pendant absorbed some part of the damage…
and Dravyss felt it.
She sensed her son's pain.
And she came with full fury.
Now she stood there—
full body armour glowing with celestial markings.
Dravyss only wore this armour for one reason:
When she intended to kill.
Darkius attacked instantly, unleashing the full power of his tank–wizard hybrid body.
But Dravyss?
Dravyss was born for war.
A Knight-class Dragon — one of the strongest categories in Aeltharion.
---
➤ The Six Dragon Types of Aeltharion
Plantain – weakest
Wizard – low physical power, high magic
Assassin – faster and sharper than Knights
Tanks – unmatched in raw defence and strength
Knights – insane physical power, nearly as fast as assassins
Council – gods among Dragons
Dravyss was a Knight, and even if Darkius surpassed her in raw tank power now—
her battle experience, speed, and war instinct crushed him.
---
The battle was savage.
Dravyss's punch shattered his jaw.
Her claws tore into his dark armour, ripping chunks off him.
Her tail smashed him across the battlefield like a ragdoll.
Her cosmic flame melted his armor—
a flame only Guardian Dragons could produce.
Darkius roared: "YOU STILL WANT ME, DRAVYSS?
I WAS YOUR FIRST LOVE!"
Dravyss's voice shook the world: "I loved the man who protected people and demanded peace…
not some black BUG like you."
PUNCH!
Another strike.
Another crack.
Another piece of Darkius's armour was destroyed.
She didn't stop.
She couldn't stop.
Because Darkius crossed the line no one should ever cross:
**He hunted her children.
Especially Strom.**
Dravyss kept smashing him—
Punches
Claws
Tail strikes
Cosmic fire
Relentless, unstoppable fury
Until finally—
Darkius's Dark Armour shattered...
Dravyss's own knuckles bled from the force.
Darkius lunged forward and bit her neck, desperate, trying to break free.
She didn't flinch.
She wrapped her tail around his arm—
CRACK!!!
His bone snapped like thin wood.
She ripped her head forward—
Headbutt.
The ground itself trembled.
Darkius: "No one can kill me, Dravyss!
NO ONE!"
Dravyss finally smashed his helmet—
revealing his twisted, bloodied face.
Dravyss: "You must be immortal… but you will still feel the pain."
She reached forward—
And tore out his remaining eye.
Darkius screamed.
She leaped behind him, grabbed his horns, and then Strom's voice broke through the chaos:
Strom (horrified): "MOM!! NO!
If you kill him— he'll come back stronger!"
Dravyss didn't care.
Her entire life's rage and grief exploded as she roared:
"I DON'T CARE!"
And with impossible strength—
SHREEEEEEEK!!!
She ripped Darkius's head in two.
Split straight down the middle.
A dark red light exploded from his body as she threw the pieces aside.
Dravyss stood there, covered in blood, wings shaking, armour glowing with divine rage.
And she roared:
**"I AM DRAVYSS —
THE GUARDIAN DRAGON KNIGHT OF AELTHARION!"**
The roar shook the mountains.
Animals fled for miles.
Even the team stepped back in fear.
Except Strom.
Broken body
Bleeding
Barely standing
Bones shattered
He still walked toward her.
Dravyss turned — her eyes still hostile, bloodthirsty.
Storm collapsed halfway, because his body give up.
Dravyss's expression melted instantly...
She rushed forward and caught him in her arms.
Dravyss (voice breaking): "My son."
Aftermath
The next Morning sunlight crept into Strom's house, but it did nothing to brighten the scene inside.
The entire team sat scattered across the hall —
fully bandaged, heavily bruised, armour shattered everywhere, and the air thick with the smell of dried blood and healing herbs.
Dravyss, already exhausted, worked silently at the table, mixing potions while shaking her head looking at the mess.
Strom (groaning):
"Mom… no red potions, please. I hate them."
Sam (without even looking up): "Don't you think it's better to keep your mouth shut? You're covered in bandages like a gift-wrapped corpse."
Strom: "You talk like you're not."
Zyphus (irritated, voice cracking through the silence): "Both of you shut the fuck up. We all are looking like ancient Egyptian mummies that got fucked up hard."
Astrid (arms crossed even in bandages): "He's right. This is soo fucking embarrassing for a Valkyrie."
Violet (massaging her temples): "I just hope that motherfucker doesn't come back again."
Wraith: "He was the strongest motherfucker we've ever fought, the real Bitch."
Everyone nodded… then immediately went back to cursing Arok —
louder, harsher, and with words that probably shouldn't be spoken in front of civilized humans.
People may say heroes are noble,
but these dumbasses were busy insulting an old man.
Dravyss (whispering to herself, offended): "These kids… so shameless. A woman is here, and they're using language that could kill angels."