The Unrivaled Holder: Rise of the Dragon Monarch

Chapter 7: Fragments of Past

The ground trembled again as the dragon fully emerged, its massive form casting an impossible shadow over us. My mind struggled to comprehend what I was seeing. This wasn't just any creature—it was something out of legends, something so ancient and powerful that it seemed beyond our understanding. Fafnir's father, a creature of unimaginable strength, stood before us, and I had no idea what to expect next.

"What's going on?" Fafnir asked, his voice laced with worry as he stared at the massive dragon.

"I... I don't know!" I replied, just as confused. I could barely process what was happening.

As the eight-headed dragon continued to rise from the ground, it turned its gaze to the demon standing before it. With a deep, resonant voice, it spoke: "I have endured for eons in torment. My flesh, blackened and tarnished with gold, rotted from within. The corpses of those who dared to cross me littered my path, their souls lost to my hunger. I have waited... for his return, for the day I would rise again. Hear me, Demon, for I am Ingi, the spear of Djinn. I am a harbinger of death, and defeat is a word that has never touched me. You will not survive this. You will feel true HORROR, as the very essence of despair consumes you."

The moment those words left the dragon's mouth, an overwhelming and dreadful aura surged around it. The demon, standing in its shadow, felt a cold chill grip his heart. Fear overtook him as the crushing weight of the dragon's presence bore down. The demon's confidence faltered, and he quickly began to think of any way to escape, knowing that only one outcome awaited him: death.

The demon stumbled backward, his mind racing. "FUCK! Why did this dragon just appear out of nowhere?!! This is insane!! I have to get out of here!! This aura... it must be connected to that human! A mere human is capable of doing this?!! DISGUSTING!!" the demon shouted, panic creeping into his voice.

The eight-headed dragon tilted one of its massive heads toward the sky and uttered a single word: << Rakurai >>. The air around us crackled with energy as the dragon summoned the power of lightning from the heavens.

*Rakurai: A word to summon a lightning strike, a devastating force of nature.

The demon, realizing the incoming destructive energy, knew he had no way of escaping it alive. Desperately, he extended both arms, shouting, "<< Collapse >>! You leave me no choice—this is my last resort! Once I nullify the lightning, I'll escape with Spiritual Teleportation. Easy!"

*Collapse: An ancient spell capable of nullifying a magicore, a technique unique to the Netherland.

*Spiritual Teleportation: The user can teleport by transforming into a spiritual energy form, leaving behind their physical body to travel to a new location. This leaves their physical form destroyed.

But even as the demon unleashed his spell, he realized his mistake. The electric charges were too powerful, the magicore too unmeasurable. His attempt to nullify it was in vain. With growing frustration, he glared at the dragon, muttering, "Shit! I didn't realize that there's someone strong enough to surpass my liege..."

Fafnir, seeing the demon's impending demise, grabbed me and quickly flew underneath the dragon's massive form, shielding us from the wrath that was about to be unleashed.

*Rumble... Rumble...

With a booming cry of << Rakurai >>, the dragon summoned a bolt of lightning, a catastrophic strike that descended from the heavens. A lightning bolt consisting of over 500 million volts crashed down and obliterated the demon instantly, leaving nothing behind but a raging firestorm and clouds of ash.

"You have won for now," the demon's voice echoed in the air, "but you will never escape us... especially from my liege. He is one of your kin... and he will surely murder you..."