Dragonblade Stories

PROLOGUE: THE WEIGHT OF A DYING SUN The war was over, but the victory felt like a funeral. In the center of the celestial crater, Drigo stood amidst the cooling ash of the Devil King's throne. His white-gold armor was fractured, and the Dragon Blade trembled in his grip. To the world, he was a savior. To the Mastermind within him, he was a man running out of time. As he looked at his hands, he saw the flicker of gold energy beneath his skin-the Physical Toll. Every second he held the Divine Stone's power, his "Vessel of Clay" moved closer to shattering. Deep in the Mirror Dimension, the silence was broken by a rhythmic pulse. The obsidian Core of the Devil King had not been destroyed; it had been ejected. It waited in the dark until a hand reached out to claim it. Darkamo did not hesitate. As his fingers closed around the soul of the Void, a pact was sealed-not of master and servant, but of loyal companions. "The light thinks it has won," a fused, dual-toned voice whispered into the cold. "But the Dragon is blind to what he is about to lose." Back in his sanctum, Drigo stared at the surveillance data, his eyes crackling with Santos's Blue Lightning. He saw the ghost in the machine-the anomaly that proved his enemy was still alive. He realized that his strategy was no longer enough. To survive the coming eclipse, he would have to break the laws of heaven. He looked toward his friends on Earth one last time, his gaze lingering on Carl. "Forgive me," he thought, turning toward the High Heavens. "To save you, I must become the very villain I fought to destroy." The sun began to dim. The Divine Eclipse had begun.

Season 2 Description: THE MASTERMIND "To defeat a monster, you must first learn to think like one." Three months have passed since the cataclysmic Battle of the Seasons. While the world rebuilds from the rubble, its greatest protector, Drigo, remains trapped in a silent, impenetrable coma. But behind his closed eyes, a transformation is taking place. The impulsive warrior is gone. In the darkness of his mind, a cold, calculating Mastermind is being forged-a version of the Dragon Beast that is more serious, more mature, and ten steps ahead of his enemies. While the Dragon sleeps, Darkamo revels in the silence. Armed with the jagged malice of the Demon King's Dagger, he moves through the world like a ghost, completing dark missions with terrifying ease. His goal is the ultimate sacrilege: the revival of the Devil King through the forbidden Elexer of Life. To fuel this resurrection, Darkamo has summoned his most deadly partners-the Shadow and Beast Monarches. Together, they begin a harvest of dark energy that threatens to tip the scales of existence forever. But Drigo is no longer just a victim of the Divine Stone. From the depths of his "Dragon's Cocoon," he is building a new System to watch over his rival. He knows he cannot win this war alone. To counter the rising darkness, he must assemble a god-tier team of six elemental masters-assassins and hunters who will form the front line in a game of high-stakes celestial chess. The hunt for the Venom Fang, the Heart of Cybris, and the "Holy Stuff" has begun. The dragon is awakening, and this time, he isn't just bringing fire-he's bringing a plan.

What has it seen? A drabble from my mind...

Forsaken, Dammed, Corrupted... Poem, read to find out what its about.

Just a short poem, quite sweet actually. About, you guessed it, the Ocean. Enjoy.

A short poem about love and its hardships, enjoy.