Ardon Shayde stood atop a rugged ridge, staring out over the dismal wasteland below. The sky was a rich red, like if blood had flowed across it. He could sense the Demon Dragon Aldrit's might emanating from the valley below, and he knew it was time for their final confrontation.
Aldrit, the Demon Dragon, was the Lord of Death, and he had brought destruction and chaos to the continent for millennia. Ardon, on the other hand, was no average warrior. He was the great hero of Esone who fought and defeated a slew of deadly opponents, and his name is well-known throughout the continent. His bravery and courage have inspired generations of people, making him a true symbol of hope in this dark era.
"The one who defeated the others. You are finally here to Kill the death itself? ARDON SHAYDE!!" Aldrit emerged from the depth of darkness it self with a loud shriek.
He could see Aldrit's huge body looming in the distance as he dropped into the valley. The dragon was a terrifying beast, with scales as black as darkness and eyes that shone with an otherworldly brilliance.
Aldrit lunged forward without warning, unleashing a burst of searing flame from his teeth. Ardon dodged the strike by leaping to the side. He retaliated with a hail of lightning bolts, striking Aldrit with the ferocity like the gods.
In rage, the dragon screamed, lashing out with his claws and tail. Ardon, on the other hand, was swift and agile, easily avoiding each strike. He surged forward, his weapon turned into a spear, and he struck Aldrit in the chest with a devastating strike. The dragon fell back, but he swiftly recovered and unleashed a powerful storm of evil energy.
Ardon responded with a pure light beam, and the two energies clashed in a blinding explosion that shook the earth.
Aldrit spoke to Ardon in a deep, rumbling voice as they continued to fight. "You fight with the strength of a god," he added. "But do you honestly think you can beat me?" "You mortal with god-like abilities?"
Ardon said nothing, but he knew that he had to try. He had come too far, fought too hard, to give up now.
Their battle raged on, with each attack becoming more powerful than the last. The sky above them was racked with lightning, and the ground trembled as a result of their strokes.
They both eventually collapsed, their bodies beaten and damaged.
"How amusing!" Aldrit spoke again, his voice strained and weak. "Hahaha" he laughed."
"Ardon was it...? I will make this fight interesting for you" Aldrit continued, "If you were to truly defeat me. Then, I, Aldrit, Lord of Death, will be your servant. But, are you certainly worthy? You stupid mortal?" Aldrit shrieked.
Ardon paused for a while, but he knew he had to finish this. He summoned all of his remaining mana and strength with a deep breath, changing his weapon into a formless sword-like weapon that radiated a holy golden light.
He raced forward, his blade blinding with light. The dragon charged at him, their attacks striking in a hail of sparks.
For a brief period, it appeared that neither of them would succeed. Ardon then attacked Aldrit with a final rush of strength, splitting the dragon in two. Ardon felt himself sliding away as the world turned dark.
But before he could succumb to the darkness, he heard a voice whispering in his ear. "Well done, Ardon Shayde," it said. "You have proven yourself worthy."
And everything went dark.