The moonlight dimmed as Rayzen and Seraph crossed into a valley cloaked in myth and fog. The world suddenly felt heavier — as if every rock here carried ancient memories.
Rayzen glanced at Seraph.
"Where are we going?"
Seraph didn't look back. His wings cut through the fog like blades.
"To where all dragons were once born… and many died.
The Dragonfall Sanctuary."
A storm churned above them — lightning crackling without clouds. Trees twisted unnaturally, their roots glowing faintly like veins of slumbering beasts.
Rayzen swallowed hard.
"Looks… welcoming."
Seraph smirked — or did dragons smirk? Hard to tell.
"If this place wanted you dead, you'd already be bones."
Reassuring. Very.
⚡ The Gate of Trials
They reached a massive chasm — endless, silent, and terrifying. From it rose a colossal skeletal jawbone of a titan dragon, forming a gate.
Symbols burned across the bone, shifting like living fire.
[SYSTEM SCAN INITIATED]
Artifact Detected: Gate of Lost Sovereigns
Requirement: Bloodline of the Forbidden Crown
Rayzen's chest tightened.
"Forbidden Crown… again."
Seraph nodded.
"You carry what the world fears — the right to command us all."
Rayzen stared at his hands — trembling now for a different reason.
The gate pulsed.
A deep voice echoed from the abyss:
"Prove your right to enter."
The bone teeth sharpened into spears, striking toward Rayzen with deadly speed.
"RAYZEN!"
Seraph shielded him with a wing, the spears leaving scorch marks.
Rayzen gritted his teeth.
"I'm not dying here.
Not before I uncover the truth."
He stepped forward… and slashed his thumb against a jagged bone edge. Blood fell onto the jawbone sigil.
It devoured his essence — glowing gold.
The ground trembled.
The gate roared open.
🐉 The Valley of Fallen Monarchs
The chasm transformed into a vast hidden realm lit by floating crystals — skeletons of dragons forming mountains, waterfalls of starlight pouring into rivers of silver mist.
Thousands of dragon spirits watched from above — mere silhouettes with burning eyes.
Rayzen froze.
"Are they… judging me?"
"They are deciding if you're worth resurrecting our legacy."
Rayzen felt a pressure — like the entire sky crushing him.
His knees shook but he refused to bow.
"I don't care what they think.
I'm not here to steal power.
I'm here to earn it."
The spirits stirred.
Thunder cracked.
Three colossal altars rose from the ground — each holding a dormant dragon core:
1️⃣ A core blazing crimson — Inferno Dragon Heart (Fire Dominion)
2️⃣ A core frozen dark-blue — Abyssal Leviadrake Core (Water + Chaos)
3️⃣ A core like a void star — Etherstorm Wyvern Seed (Lightning + Void)
Seraph hovered above them.
"Choose your first Trial."
Rayzen felt drawn to all three. Their power hummed into his bones.
Then a whisper reached him — from the void core:
"We… are the storm you promised."
Rayzen clenched his fist.
"I choose—"
A blast of purple lightning struck between them — interrupting him.
Seraph roared in rage:
"SHOW YOURSELF!"
From the shadows stepped a boy — silver hair, black armor, smirk sharp as a blade.
A dragon crest burned on his chest — the mark of Royal Tamers.
"How touching.
The failure thinks he can ascend."
Rayzen's eyes widened.
"You… Remiel? Crown Prince of the Drakon Empire?"
Remiel bowed sarcastically.
"Here to put down a stray dog before he becomes a dragon."
He snapped his fingers.
A monstrous beast emerged — scales like obsidian daggers and murderous neon eyes.
"Meet my Hellfang Ravager.
And die knowing the hierarchy remains intact."
Seraph stepped forward, fury in his aura.
"Rayzen. Command me."
Rayzen shook his head.
"No."
Seraph blinked in surprise.
Rayzen drew the amulet's light into his own arms — veins glowing like molten silver.
"My trial… my fight."
The system screamed warnings — but Rayzen ignored them.
He charged.
⚔️ Clash of Fate
The Ravager lunged — jaw snapping, claws like guillotines. Rayzen slid under its chest and struck its soft scales —
Not enough.
The monster's tail whipped — sending him crashing into a bone pillar. Blood filled his mouth.
Remiel laughed.
"So fragile."
Rayzen spat blood, eyes blazing.
"Fragile breaks…
but I bend."
He activated the link with a roar:
[PRIMORDIAL LINK — OVERDRIVE MODE]
Seraph's power merged fully — Rayzen's silhouette sprouting phantom wings.
He dashed — insanely fast — and slammed his fist into the Ravager's jaw. Bone cracked. The beast howled.
Remiel's smile faded.
"Impossible…"
Rayzen leapt, riding the surge.
Lightning erupted from his fists — Seraph's divine flame mixed with void energy.
He roared:
"STAY!
DOWN!"
A single dominating strike — through scale, flesh, and spine.
The Ravager fell — silenced.
Remiel stumbled back — terrified.
"No… The prophecy…
The Crown-Bearer rises…"
He vanished into smoke — retreating.
Coward.
🌑 A Dragon Girl in Chains
Rayzen panted, sweat dripping.
Suddenly — soft clapping echoed.
A girl emerged behind a sealed crystal barrier — silver eyes glowing faintly, hair like moonlight woven in water.
A collar of runic chains bled light around her neck.
She smiled — not with joy… but relief.
"You survived… Rayzen.
Just like the future showed."
Rayzen's heartbeat jumped.
"You… know me?"
She nodded gently.
"Everything is beginning.
And everything will burn."
The barrier pulsed — cutting the moment.
Rayzen reached toward her —
"WAIT! Who are you?"
Her whisper echoed like prophecy:
"The Lunar Dragon who will fight beside the Crown.
My name is… Lyra."
Chains activated — dragging her deeper into darkness.
Rayzen roared and dashed — but Seraph caught him.
"You cannot yet free her."
Rayzen clenched his jaw — pure resolve burning.
"Then I'll grow stronger. Faster. Enough to shatter every chain."
Seraph nodded proudly.
"Then choose your Trial — and ascend."
Rayzen turned to the three dragon cores again.
His hand lifted — trembling with power and purpose.
The spirits watched — silent… but approving.
Rayzen whispered:
"I choose—"
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