After showering, and now only wearing a frilly beige coloured house gown from Alana. She returns to Paul's room. The Maid there bows, holding a plate with a bowl and spoon.
"How was it?"
"Master Jackson had no problems intaking the Ultril soup."
"Good. Any changes?"
"Nothing, Lady Bahamut."
"Oh well. Thank you, I'll take it from here."
Bored, she remembers she took that strange stone from the dark elf city. Opening her warp portal. She takes a look at it. Smelling it and then biting it. She finds out it wasn't strong at all and with her hand, crushes it. The woman instantly dozes off to a deep sleep.
"Inside a mighty volcano, a Black Dragon was born.
With it was gleaming metallic scales of armor. Never broken and always in shine.
Claws that are sharper than of Lions and Swords and four legs like the Great Dragons of Dragovh.
Given to it, was the name Bahamut.
A name that means Overseer or Over God. Only given to those born of fire and flames.
The strong and valiant Black Dragon arose from its birthplace and came to the surface.
With the eruption of a volcano, the Dragon showed itself to the foreign world. Ripe of danger.
There, it saw nothing but war and death. There was no peace, nor balance. Only violence and anger.
Spreading its mighty wings that're the length of valleys and legs that're the height of towers.
The Dragon sought to find strength as its mighty parents did and unleashed devastation.
With its flames of the Divine Fire, the Dragon melted anything that stood in its way.
Knights and Armies tried, but all were felled. Heroes tried only to end the same as the ones before them.
Even its own kin, sought to battle it and claim the title and name of Bahamut.
But the Dragon kept fighting, and soon grew larger and larger till it dwarfed mountains.
With its ever growing power, the Dragon soon rose to Godhood after felling so many enemies.
After endless battles, the Black Dragon grew weary of fighting... and banished itself into the abyss.
Laying there for hundreds or thousands of years, a spark came as the True God sent lightning down to the mortal realm.
A new world was below it and the Black Dragon, now titled as God visited it.
Tur as it is called, and there were the Chosen Ones, picked by the True God as its champions.
Tasked to keep the balance, and protect the Twelve Pillars of concept, the mighty Heroes walked amongst the Common men.
The Black Dragon saw how they fight, and survived and soon saw them as worthy adversaries unlike those of the old world, releasing its wings once again, the Dragon fought them, but the first of its life, got defeated and sent back to where it came.
Unable to accept such a defeat by the hands of mortals, the Black Dragon tried and tried.
Till it got tired and once again, rested. Excited to return, as it found worthy battles to partake in.
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Army of the Damned
General Fiction"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary." An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
