As the sun cast its golden rays upon the rippling water, lord Emberon emerged from the small river, his mortal body glistening with droplets of newfound vitality.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
He stood tall, his gaze fixed upon the horizon, a silent determination etched upon his features.
"It's time," Emberon whispered.
He took a step forward, and then continued walking calmly, his destination was still a mystery.
As he ventured deeper, a peculiar sight caught his attention—a weathered tree trunk adorned with a strange assortment of garments.
Silently, Emberon reached out, his fingers brushing against the fabric.
Each piece of clothing unfolded, revealing a tapestry of medieval attire.
He carefully put on each garment, feeling the texture against his skin.
The undergarments embraced him, bringing newfound comfort.
The breeches clung to his legs, accentuating his figure, and the tunic draped over his torso, giving him an air of nobility.
These clothing were the clothing of the deceased person he ate.
Before the person came to Emberon's dungeon, he stayed outside and this place for many nights, mentally preparing himself.
However, now he was deceased and Emberon was planning to claim his identity to blend in with the human population.
Having dressed in the archaic ensemble, Emberon shifted his attention to the ground.
"Hmm?"
He stooped down, sifting through the earth as if searching for something precious. His fingers found smooth stones, each with a unique weight and texture.
With a flick of his wrist, he skillfully threw the rocks through the air, their trajectory a testament to Emberon's practiced precision.
Swook!
Emberon nodded at the result, he didn't stop though, he kept flicking stones.
Swook! Swook! Swook!
Swook! Swook! Swook!
After that, he took a little time to rest, and not long after he bounded forward with renewed energy, Emberon leaped, defying gravity for a moment.
The forest floor bore his weight as he ran, his determined footsteps echoing.
Chak! Chak! Chak!
Suddenly, he dropped to a crouch, moving fluidly and agilely. He experimented with every walking style known to man, exploring the nuances of each stride.
With no obstacle deterring him, he maneuvered through the undergrowth, showing no signs of exhaustion on his face.
Finally, Emberon stood before the towering tree that had beckoned him. Its branches reached towards the sky, enticingly out of his reach.
A tinge of frustration crept into his voice as he murmured, "I can't jump so high anymore," and soon his face lightened up, "but perhaps, with this, I can at least do this."
His hand trembled, a subtle transformation beginning to take place. The supple skin shifted, revealing a reptilian texture adorned with gray scales.
Emberon's fingers elongated, resembling the formidable claws of a dragon. He whispered an incantation, barely audible amidst the rustling leaves and grasses.
"Dragon Claw," he uttered, his voice filled with determination and power.
As the metamorphosis was complete, Emberon stared at his transformed hand.
It was still gray-scale reptilian hands like his usual hands, clenching it to test the sharpness of his dragon claw in the air.
It was a menacing appendage, like it was capable of piercing the heavens themselves.
With a sudden surge of energy, Emberon pulled back his hands and shoulders, coiling his muscles like a tightly wound spring.
Then, with an unfamiliar mortal roar, he pierced the tree, his dragon claw slicing through the air with terrifying speed.
Bang!
The impact shook the forest, echoing like thunder and trembling the earth beneath his feet.
Kaboosh!
Undeterred, Emberon stared up at the tree before him, his reptilian hand now transformed into a formidable weapon.
He struck the tree once more, aiming higher, sinking his claw deep into the bark. With a swift motion, he pulled back, causing the tree to tremble from the force of his assault.
Swoorrkk!
But then, a realization struck him like lightning. He didn't need to pierce through the tree. He had the strength to simply grab hold of it with his powerful dragon claw.
Adjusting his approach, Emberon extended his sharp appendage and firmly gripped the tree trunk.
Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!
He repeated this action again and again, his movements becoming more fluid and controlled.
As the day progressed, Emberon continued his relentless assault on the trees, moving through the forest like a crawling creature.
Each strike and pull brought him exhilaration and a connection to his new body. But as the sun descended towards the horizon, Emberon felt a growing restlessness.
The thrill of his physical prowess had diminished, and he yearned for something more.
"I suppose it's time to call it a day," he mumbled to himself, his voice tinged with fatigue.
Emberon yearned for the comforting embrace of sleep, longing to experience its peacefulness again since last night.
As night fell, Emberon sought solace in slumber, retreating to the tunnel by the small river.
When he was a dungeon Lord, sleep was an unfamiliar concept, an unnecessary luxury that didn't interest him. But now, as a human, he had discovered the joy of rest.
The first time he lay his head on a soft pillow provided by the reincarnator, feeling the gentle touch of a plush mattress, he felt like he had entered a heavenly realm.
Sleep's tranquility surrounded him, embracing him in a deep sense of peace.
In the darkness, his worries and burdens seemed to melt away, replaced by a serene calm only sleep could provide.
But then, deep in his dream, he was abruptly awakened by a loud mix of primal roars and thunderous sounds. They disturbed his sleep with untamed force.
At first, he tried to ignore the noise, shielding his mind from the intrusion. But as the clamor continued, he opened his eyes, feeling a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.
"Hmm?"
He focused his gaze on the cave entrance, listening to the fierce clash of unseen forces.
The air was filled with growls, whispers, and unsettling sounds of combat.
These primal, mysterious noises filled the cave, their origins unknown but their impact palpable, causing Emberon to furrow his brow.
He was aware that his dungeon's location was dangerous, even for the reincarnator he had devoured, who had to be cautious.
The knights who followed the reincarnator were mere followers, unaware of the dangers.
However, Emberon could still handle the noises.
Before becoming a dungeon Lord, he had grown accustomed to such sounds. They were familiar to him.
But everything changed when a loud crash reverberated through the cave where he was sleeping.
Kaboom!