Step into a mesmerizing world where dragons soar high into the vast skies and legends become reality. " Dragon Savior: A New Beginning " is a captivating fantasy novel that follows the adventure of Starfania, a young girl destined to find her true p...
The echo of the massive doors thundered through the ancient corridors, their sound rippling into silence. Beyond the throne room's blazing heart, shadows clung to every surface, whispering against the stone like living things. The Keeper's guard—cloaked in obsidian veined with crimson light—moved swiftly down the winding halls. His boots struck the ground in rhythmic precision, each step echoing with precision. He carried no torch; he needed none. The crimson glow of his armor cast thin streaks of light upon the walls, revealing carvings older than any kingdom or nation.
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Etched dragons and celestial sigils told the story of the First Fire, the dawn when VulcanFire was born from molten rock and dragon's blood. Each symbol pulsed faintly as he passed, as though the castle itself recognized his allegiance. At the end of the corridor, the guard paused before a towering door forged of blacked steel. Strange runes shimmered across its surface, whispering secrets in a language long forgotten by men. The air was heavy with enchantment—ancient magic that resonated deep in the bones. He raised his hand, placing his gauntleted palm flat against the metal. A surge of heat pulsed through his body, the sigils reacting to his presence. The door responded with a low, grinding groan before splitting open, revealing a spiral stairway that descended into Avalon's heart.
As he made his way down, a faint red mist coiled around his feet. The deeper he went, the more the castle's temperature shifted—from warm and vibrant to eerily cold. Down here, the walls were slick with condensation, and the sound of dripping water echoed faintly through the dark. Finally, he reached a vast subterranean chamber lit by veins of glowing magma snaking through the rock. At the center stood an enormous circular stone dais engraved with the symbol of The Serpent Crown—the mark of VulcanFire's original rulers. Resting atop it was a crystal orb the size of a dragon's heart, its core flickering with flame and shadow intertwined. He knelt before it.
" My lord," he murmured softly, though no one was there.
Yet the orb pulsed in response. The fire inside twisted, forming the vague shape of the Castle Keeper's face—ethereal and burning. His voice, when it came, rolled through the chamber like thunder. " The balance is shifting."
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