Rimuru back 3000 year as a Fifth True Dragon

Hero's Journey And Suffering

Third Person POV:

In the dim light of dawn, a lone figure moved silently through the forest, the rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds the only sounds to accompany her. The white cape that billowed behind her with each step stood out starkly against the dark backdrop of ancient trees. The cape dress was elegantly draped over her form, accentuating her graceful yet determined stride. Beneath it, a long-sleeved black shirt clung to her, the contrast between light and dark highlighting the duality of her nature-both pure and battle-hardened.

A black corset, intricately designed, cinched her waist, emphasizing her lithe figure. Attached to it was a black waist cape that swayed rhythmically with her movements, adding an air of mystery to her presence. Her hands, gloved in white, were delicate, yet the gauntlet glove on her left hand hinted at a readiness for combat. The glove's metal surface gleamed faintly as she brushed aside a low-hanging branch, her movements fluid and precise.

White and blue boots crunched softly against the forest floor, each step deliberate, every sound controlled. Beneath her cape, black spats covered her legs, allowing for both freedom of movement and modesty. Around her neck, a ruby necklace caught the first rays of sunlight, the gem glinting with a fiery intensity that mirrored the resolve in her heart.

Her hair, a cascade of soft locks, was tied into a side ponytail that fell gracefully over her shoulder. It framed a face that could easily be mistaken for that of a delicate and quiet girl, with smooth, luminous skin and deep, gentle eyes. But behind those calm, gentle eyes was a depth of experience, a history of battles fought and hardships endured.

There was a subtle strength in the set of her jaw, a quiet determination in her gaze as she scanned her surroundings. Her elegance was subtle yet undeniable, with a graceful and poised demeanor that drew attention effortlessly. Yet, much of her beauty was often concealed behind a white mask. The mask hid the delicate features of her face, adding an air of mystery and enigma. Still, her presence remained captivating, the hidden beauty beneath the mask only heightening her allure.

Despite her beauty, there was an air of solitude about her. She moved with purpose, yet there was no arrogance in her steps. Her presence was serene, almost ethereal, as if she belonged to a world beyond the one she now walked through. The wind whispered around her, as if recognizing her as a guardian, a protector of something precious.

As she reached a clearing, the light fully illuminated her, revealing the full extent of her elegance and power. She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting to the horizon where the sun began its ascent. In that moment, she was both a warrior and a dreamer, someone who had seen the past, fought for the future, and carried the weight of time on her shoulders.

And then, with a soft breath, Chloe Aubert the True chosen hero resumed her journey to the forest known as the forest of Ravenwood.

Chloe's POV:

It has been years since I traveled back to the past. The memories of that final battle against Feldway still haunt me-the devastation, the hopelessness, the loss. Feldway had inevitably sent sensei to the end of time and space. I can still feel the dread in my heart when I saw Rimuru Sensei vanish into the void, his presence ripped from the world by that cursed Chrono-Saltation.

*Sensei...*

The moment he disappeared, everything spiraled into chaos. Feldway rampaged like a mad god, and we tried to stop him-but it was futile. Even without Rimuru Sensei, we fought with all our might: the Tempest executives, Hinata, and even the remaining Demon Lords-Guy, Ramiris, Luminous, Dino, and Leon. It wasn't enough. Feldway unleashed Milim and Velzard, bending them to his will, and when he released the World Destroying Dragon, Ivaragé, it was the beginning of the end. He killed Hinata. Right in front of me.