Rimuru watched as the world below blurred into a tapestry of green forests and rolling mountains, the wind whipping past as Velzard carried him effortlessly through the sky. Her strong, yet gentle embrace shielded him from the cold, though her aura, powerful and unyielding, remained ever-present. Quite ironic as her aura is naturally cold. He had never imagined his life taking such a turn, but here he was, in the arms of the legendary Frost Dragon, being whisked away to places unknown.
North, huh? he thought. Velzard's presence had been a bit of a surprise, but now that he was being taken to her home in the northern continent, things were becoming clearer. This was the realm of eternal ice, Velzard's domain. But more importantly, it was also the territory of another terrifying figure: the Demon Lord Guy Crimson, the Lord of Darkness.
Rimuru's playful facade remained intact as Velzard flew steadily northward. Inside, though, his mind was racing. Guy Crimson. One of the oldest and strongest Demon Lords... I'll have to be careful.
The flight took several hours, but soon, the scenery began to shift. The lush greenery of the forests below gave way to frozen tundra, jagged mountains of ice rising like ancient sentinels from the earth. The air grew impossibly cold, the sun's warmth a distant memory as the land transformed into a barren, frozen wasteland. Despite the drastic change in environment, Rimuru felt none of it, Velzard's power easily kept the cold at bay, her warmth insulating him as they descended towards her home.
And then, on the horizon, Rimuru saw it, a massive structure carved from the ice itself. A castle, gleaming in the pale northern light, stood tall and majestic atop a snow-covered mountain. Its spires were sharp and pristine, shimmering like frozen glass under the faint rays of the sun. This was Velzard's home, a fortress of ice that exuded ancient power.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Velzard's flight slowed as they approached the grand entrance, and within moments, she landed gracefully on the snow-covered steps. Rimuru felt the crunch of snow beneath his feet as she set him down gently. He looked up, trying to keep his expression that of awe and wonder, like a child seeing something magical for the first time.
"This is your home?" he asked, his voice filled with innocent curiosity.
Velzard smiled, a rare softness touching her features as she nodded. "Yes, Rimuru. This is where I live. And from now on, it will be your home as well."
Rimuru smiled brightly, hiding his more calculating thoughts beneath the surface. Velzard's home, huh? Well, at least it's not boring. But his inner monologue was cut short as he sensed another presence, one that sent a ripple of tension through the air. It was dark, ancient, and powerful.
Velzard's gaze shifted to the entrance of the castle. "Ah, it seems we have company," she said, her tone light but her eyes serious. "I should have expected him to notice our arrival."
As if on cue, the massive double doors of the castle swung open, and from within, a tall figure emerged. His presence was overwhelming, a near tangible force that radiated an aura of authority and danger. His crimson hair flowed behind him like flames, and his sharp, violet eyes gleamed with curiosity and power. He was dressed in a regal black and red cloak, and his every movement was graceful yet commanding.
