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Chapter 33: The Northern Storm (4)
The wind howled as Kairox Claudew Noirikexius dove swiftly downward, his crimson dragon form slicing through the sky with the might of a falling star. He braced himself against the sudden shift in the atmosphere, adjusting his body mid-air to counter the violent turbulence beneath him. He locked his gaze on the faint glow in the distance—the hidden cavern’s entrance, concealed within the storm-wracked cliffs.
"Crimson Dragon!"
A voice rang out—sharp, commanding, yet laced with awe. The dragon’s crimson scales shimmered under the storm-lit sky, his draconic form coiling like a living flame. For a fleeting moment, the crimson dragon froze in midair, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto the source of the call. Then, with a sudden, violent twist, he banked hard to the right, his wings slicing through the air as he executed a high-speed turn—so swift it left a trail of fire in his wake.
"You!"
The crimson dragon’s voice boomed across the storm, echoing like thunder. He tilted his head slightly, his massive body shifting with predatory grace. His eyes—piercing, intelligent—locked onto the figure standing atop the cliff. The storm raged around him, but the dragon’s form remained unnaturally still, as if time itself had paused.
"You are not just a beast… you are a warrior."
The voice trembled slightly. It was not fear—it was recognition. The dragon had seen this face before, in dreams, in prophecy. His gaze swept across the cliffside, scanning for the source of the voice. But the storm obscured everything. Only the faint outline of a man stood silhouetted against the lightning-lit sky.
"At least… you must be."
The dragon lowered his head slightly, his nostrils flaring. The wind howled through the cavern’s mouth, and for a moment, the dragon hesitated. Then, with a sudden surge of energy, he dove deeper into the storm, his form vanishing into the maelstrom.
"No!"
A cry echoed through the wind. The dragon’s tail lashed out, a whip of flame that tore through the air. His wings snapped open, and he twisted mid-air, his body spinning like a blade. He was not fleeing—he was preparing.
"You are not alone!"
The voice was louder now, clearer. The dragon’s eyes flickered with recognition. He saw it then—the flicker of light in the storm. A glimmer of blue, deep within the darkness. The dragon’s breath caught. He had not been mistaken.
"It’s here."
He plunged forward without hesitation, his crimson form tearing through the storm like a comet. His wings snapped shut, and he descended with terrifying precision, his body a streak of fire against the night.
"You will not take it."
He roared, his voice shaking the very air. The dragon’s body erupted in a burst of flame, his wings flaring wide as he unleashed a torrent of fire from his maw. The storm trembled. The sky split open.
"Not again!"
The dragon’s roar was not one of rage—it was one of warning. The fire raged, not to destroy, but to protect. The cavern’s entrance was no longer just a gap in the rock—it was a threshold. A gate.
And beyond it… something ancient stirred.
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The storm raged on. The dragon hovered, his form pulsing with energy. The air crackled with power, and for a moment, the world held its breath.
Then—silence.
The storm parted. The wind died. The sky cleared, revealing a vast, open cavern beneath the cliff. Inside, a massive structure stood—crystalline, glowing, ancient. The walls pulsed with light, and at the center, a single stone throne awaited.
The dragon landed with a thunderous crash, his claws sinking into the stone floor. His wings folded slowly behind him. He turned his head, his eyes scanning the chamber.
"This is…"
He stepped forward, his massive frame moving with deliberate grace. The throne was not empty.
A figure sat upon it—tall, cloaked in shadows, with eyes that glowed like embers. The dragon’s breath hitched.
"You…"
The voice was soft, but it carried across the chamber like a blade.
"I am not your enemy."
The figure raised a hand. The air shimmered. A single word echoed through the cavern.
"Kairox."
The dragon froze.
"You… know my name."
"I know what you are."
The figure stood slowly. "And I know what you must become."
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[Status: Northern Storm (4)]
Name: Kai Xiusu Claudew Noirikexius
Race: Humanoid (Human-type), Intermediate Rank
Armor Class: 18 (Master-level armor)
Speed: Flight 90 ft, Ground Movement 30 ft
Strength: 17
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 13
Charisma: 12
Proficiency Bonus: +4
Level: 8 (Crimson Dragon, Master of the Storm)
Companion: Storm-Cloaked Dragon (4th-tier)
Weapons: Longsword, Shortsword, Dagger, Battleaxe, Warhammer, Longbow
Light Weapons: Rapier, Shortbow, Dagger
Abilities:
- Dragon Magic +14
- Combat Mastery +9
- Elemental Affinity +7
- Mobility +6
- Perception +4
- Stealth +4
- Survival +4
- Investigation +2
- Tactics +4
- Endurance +4
Senses: Passive Perception 14
Languages: Common
Actions:
- Multiattack: Bite, Tail Swipe, Wing Slam
- Dragon Breath: Fire Blast (15 ft cone, 2d6 fire damage)
- Flight Maneuvers: Dive, Barrel Roll, Spiral Descent, Sideways Glide, High-Speed Turn, Barrel Roll, Hover
- Special: Flame Shield, Dragon’s Roar, Tail Whip, Wing Buffet
Class: Stormwarden, Dragon Knight, Master of the Elements, War Champion, Ancient Dragon Sage
Level: 9 (5,000 experience points)
"This… is the true face of the storm."
Kai Xiusu’s voice was quiet, almost reverent.
The dragon had not been wrong. The storm was not just weather—it was a living force. A guardian. A memory.
And he was not just a dragon.
He was the heir.
"You are not alone."
The figure on the throne stepped forward. "You are the last of your kind. And the first of the new."
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(End of Chapter)
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