Supreme God Of Yggdrasil

Calm before the storm

Sensing the sudden change in air movement from his nose, a dragon slowly opened his golden eyes from his long slumber. The form of this dragon was majestic. He has white sparkling scales as if it were wearing a white faint light that flows glittery.

The name of this mighty dragon was, Tsaindoruks Vaision who had the alias 'Platinum Dragon Lord', the child of Dragon Emperor.

Tsaindoruks Vaision―nicknamed Tsar, was also one of the councilors leading the Argland Council State, a demihuman nation that is located northwest of the continent and surrounded by mountains.

Tsar felt the presence of an elderly human with a flashy sword at her waist, standing out in the open with no intention to hide.

"It's been so long since we last met, Tsar."

Tsar didn't respond for a moment. He remembered her as a young woman. Now, after a long time, she have white hair that told him the advance of her age.

"Rigrit… My old friend, truly it's been a long time." Tsar answered with a gentle laugh.

"Friend? That empty suit of armor over there is my friend."

"Hah, you never gonna put this matter to rest."

Two hundred years ago, Tsar joined with Rigrit and the others by controlling that armor from afar. But, when his true identity was revealed, he earned the ire of his comrades.

"Anyway, what have you been doing Rigrit? Are you still an adventurer?" asked the gentle dragon.

"No, no, I retired from adventuring. Can't do that anymore. The little crybaby took my place."

"Oh, you mean, Evileye."

Tsar remembered the girl that defeated the Demon God of Insects. He and Rigrit know about her true nature. There were more than 13 heroes that belonged to different races and fought against the enemy that wanted to destroy everything. But the human society acknowledged as heroes only those that belonged to the human race. The demihuman and heteromorphic heroes were forgotten as they never existed.

"Yeah, that little girl. And what I have been doing… I have been looking for someone."

The face of Rigrit changed from cheerful to serious.

"Who Rigrit?" asked Tsar.

"The crybaby called him Momon the Black. He showed up, four years ago in Re Estize, and became an adventurer. He became an adamantite-class adventurer the day he joined the adventure guild." said Rigrit.

Tsar was surprised, not because he was an adamantite adventurer, but because he reached that level on his first day.

"What did he do to achieve this in such a short time?"

Curiosity overtook Tsar. That man, must have accomplished a dangerous mission to become an adamantite-class adventurer.

"First, he killed a bunch of goblins and trolls that were lead by a War-Troll. Later, a frost wyvern, rampaged through the capital that even the crybaby couldn't defeat. That warrior cut the head of that monster with a single slash."

"That's pretty good for a human." said Tsar

"That's not all, a week later, he went on a mission with Blue Rose to kill some undead magic casters. The cybaby told me that the lieder of those monsters was a night lich."

Tsar was not familiar with the undead very much, but he had heard about an organization of dangerous undead magic casters called, Corpus of the Abyss. Among them was an undead dragon called Guphandera Argoros, the Dragon Night Lich.