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Chapter 219 – Lord of Dragons
“Roar…”
Not far away, the ruins trembled. A weak, ragged cry echoed through the wreckage.
It was the young White Dragon, Tinia.
Buried beneath collapsed construction, she felt agony coursing through every limb. Her simple mind, rarely stirred by anything beyond instinct, now swirled in chaotic confusion. All she remembered was a terrifying red star in the sky—then darkness, like slipping into a dream, fragmented and fleeting.
With immense effort, the scorched but fiercely resilient White Dragon clawed through debris, dragging her wounded body from the rubble. Her head, dotted with loose stones, finally emerged. Slowly, her eyes opened.
Her vertical pupils dilated instantly. Her jaw dropped slightly.
Before her lay a sight she would never forget.
—The Red Dragon stood atop a mountain-sized corpse of a monstrous beast, wings spread wide, head raised in a thunderous, commanding roar.
Nearly twenty meters long, the dragon’s powerful frame was armored in bright, metallic scales that gleamed like living steel. A massive horn swept back from its skull like a crown. Smoke, thick with the stench of sulfur, curled from its nostrils. And beneath its claws—its ancient enemy—Wagner.
“So big… so strong,” Tinia thought, her mind alight with pure, unbridled wonder.
Her simple brain had no room for complex words—only these crude, instinctive thoughts.
From birth, she had been the strongest in her kind, her bloodline uniquely potent. Her siblings had starved to death, unable to snatch a scrap from her jaws. Even when her mother was slain and she herself imprisoned in the Tower of Eternal Night, she had never bowed to the lowly humans. Pride was her nature.
But now, for the first time, she beheld something truly worthy of awe.
Joy at Wagner’s death, a primal yearning for strength, and something deeper—something she couldn’t name—flooded her heart. Her pulse thundered. Her stubby tail began to wag uncontrollably.
“Has the White Dragon awakened?” Kai Xiusu noticed her stirring.
The Red Dragon exhaled, a fraction lighter. She was his first true, living Dragon Familiar—true or not, she was a genuine Dragon, even if her form was that of a “white beast” and her bloodline was considered “lowly” by some. Still, she carried the noble Ancestral Dragon blood.
To lose her to a single lightning strike would’ve been a waste.
“Though she nearly killed me—she’s still a True Dragon,” Kai Xiusu mused.
He let out a soft, resonant call. From the heavens, a golden beam of life poured down, bathing the White Dragon’s battered form. In moments, her wounds sealed. Her body healed.
[Dragon’s Resurgence]
But Tinia had endured centuries of bloodletting, flesh extraction, and cruel experiments at Wagner’s hands. Her body was frail beyond endurance. A common White Dragon would have perished long ago. This spell could only mend her surface wounds.
“Roar!” Tinia exhaled in relief, a joyful, breathless cry as vitality surged back through her veins.
She wriggled free of the rubble and, with eager steps, dashed toward Kai Xiusu. She lowered her head, pressing her snout to the ground in submission. Her neck, vulnerable and exposed, arched slightly to show deference.
Kai Xiusu stared at the tail still wagging wildly. A strange, eerie sense of déjà vu washed over him—like the time he’d seen a stray dog at home, tail wagging with pure joy.
He forced himself to maintain his composure, his voice deep and commanding.
“Kai Xiusu Claudew Noirikexius. Your future Master. Remember this name.”
Tinia lifted her head, tense. Then, with effort, she spoke her first words in Dragon Tongue.
“Master.”
“Good,” Kai Xiusu said, satisfied.
True Dragons, by their very magical nature, form bonds of submission that carry covenant weight—equivalent to the classic Seventh Circle spell [Dragon Oath]. This wasn’t forced. It was genuine. Deeply rooted.
Hearing the word, Tinia erupted in delight.
“Master!” she repeated, stumbling over the unfamiliar syllables.
She leaned forward, licking Kai Xiusu’s claw with a rough, affectionate swipe. Her scaly cheek rubbed against his thick forelimb, as if seeking closeness. Her tail wagged without pause.
But Kai Xiusu couldn’t help but pull his claw back, a strange, unfamiliar feeling stirring within.
“Could it be—”
“Is this White Dragon in Mating Season?”
No time for such trivialities.
Kai Xiusu turned to his Character Sheet, now flooded with newly generated data—information he’d ignored entirely during the tense battle, too focused on survival.
Now, he could finally read it.
[Achieved Armor Class Title: Lord of Dragons]
[Lord of Dragons]
Dragons are creatures of arrogance. To master one, you may spend centuries—starting from an egg. Even the weakest White Dragon often turns on those who dare to claim dominion over it. Unless you wield strength far greater than the dragon’s, never attempt to force submission. Yet sometimes, a stronger dragon becomes master to a weaker one—this often occurs among the evil Five-Colored Dragons.
—Aloysius, Dragon Scholar
Passive Ability Acquired: [Faint Ancestral Dragon Bloodline]
You trace your lineage back over ten thousand years, sensing the lingering glow of ancient dragons. Your form will grow larger. Your breath will become deadlier. Your body will approach that of the primordial, ancient dragons of old. And your followers may partake in this glory, unlocking further evolution.
A surge of immense power flooded Kai Xiusu’s body. Dragon blood—ancient, wild, and potent—raced through his fiery basal vessels, eager to expand, to break free.
He closed his eyes.
Vivid visions flooded his mind.
Mountains of dragons—vast, monstrous, their forms as varied as the stars themselves—roared across the sky. Wings spanned over a kilometer, blotting out the sun. The heavens and earth seemed too small for such beings.
Far beyond, endless, radiant metal disks—nine-faced, multicolored—drifted in the void. The emblem of Aio, the Nine-Faced Dragon God.
In the Dragon’s Hereditary Legacy, Aio had chosen to concentrate his will not only upon the Elemental World—but also to infuse mortal bloodlines with the life and soul of elemental energy. To bear such power, he had reshaped mortal bloodlines with unparalleled strength and enduring will.
Thus, he forged the mightiest of mortal creatures: the Dragon.
These were the First Ancestral Dragons—some so powerful they rivalled the gods themselves. Among them: the infamous Five-Colored Dragon Queen Tiamat, and the White Gold Dragon King Bahamut.
Kai Xiusu trembled.
He finally understood.
“This… is Ancestral Dragon power.”
“So why are they like this now?”
The dragons of today were but shadows of their former glory—bloodlines diluted, strength diminished. Yet still, they held dominion across realms.
It made him wonder—what had become of the ancient dragons’ golden age?
(End of Chapter)
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