That night, the sky was filled with threatening dark clouds, but Valdraxx was unfazed by the weather. The moon occasionally peeked from behind the clouds, casting a pale light on the rough, rocky ground.
The cold night wind blew, carrying whispers from the forests and mountains surrounding him, yet Valdraxx, with his massive body covered in pitch-black scales, continued forward without hesitation.
He was nearing his destination a long-forgotten ancient temple hidden deep in the valley, untouched for centuries. There, concealed behind layers of protective spells and tight security, rested an artifact of immense power.
Power that he needed to fulfill his ambitions. To Valdraxx, the world was nothing more than land waiting to be conquered. All living beings, including the temple's guardians, were mere pawns in his grand plan.
"The artifact will be mine," he growled in a low, raspy voice, small flames flickering between his sharp teeth. "And with its power, nothing will stand in my way to glory."
His journey had been long and perilous, but Valdraxx was not afraid. He had crossed forests filled with mystical creatures, climbed mountains guarded by ancient spirits, and braved raging thunderstorms. All for one goal, to obtain the legendary artifact.
His heavy footsteps shook the ground beneath him, and in the distance, the sacred temple of the tribe began to appear.
From afar, Valdraxx could see the flickering torches lining the stone walls of the temple. The tribal guardians were ready, watching vigilantly. They must have heard rumors of the approaching black dragon. But they had no idea of the power they were about to face.
Valdraxx paused for a moment at the top of a hill, gazing down at the temple below. His eyes, burning with hatred, scanned everything around him.
He could feel the aura of magic enveloping the place a protective barrier meant to keep evil beings like him from approaching. But to him, it was nothing more than a minor obstacle.
"The time has come," he whispered before elegantly spreading his massive wings. The black dragon soared with incredible speed toward the temple, his mind focused on one goal claiming what was rightfully his.
However, before Valdraxx could reach the temple walls, a group of warriors emerged from the shadows. Armed with weapons and magic at their fingertips, they were ready to defend their sacred land from any threat, including Valdraxx.
"It seems they were expecting me,"
Valdraxx smirked, his black scales glistening in the torchlight. To him, this was just part of the game. The beginning of a battle that would mark their destruction.
Without slowing his pace, Valdraxx advanced toward the guards, ready to destroy anyone who dared to stand in his way. A great battle was imminent, and for Valdraxx, nothing was more exhilarating than the thrill of crushing his enemies.
The air was thick with tension as Valdraxx stood before the ancient artifact, his aura pulsating with untapped power.
Before him stood the tribal warriors and their leader, their faces filled with determination and anger. The flames of the surrounding torches flickered in the wind, mirroring the intensity of the coming battle.
"Stop, Valdraxx! Don't touch the artifact! If you do, it will bring ruin to both you and this world!" one of the warriors shouted.
Valdraxx, towering over them, grinned. His black scales shimmered under the moonlight, and his eyes gleamed with arrogance.
"Destruction? That has been my goal from the beginning. I will destroy everything and anyone that stands in my way." His deep voice echoed into the night as he let out a cold laugh, already feeling victory in his grasp.
An elder, with a wrinkled face and ancient robes adorned with tribal symbols, stepped forward.
"If you refuse to surrender the artifact, we will have no choice but to kill you, Valdraxx," he said with an angry expression.
Valdraxx paid no heed to the elder's words. Though elders were highly respected figures in this world, their role meant nothing in the eyes of the black dragon.
The elder wasn't just any leader, they were the keepers of ancient knowledge, spiritual guides revered by the entire half-dragon community.
In this tribal society, elders played a vital role in maintaining the balance of the world, offering counsel to nobility, and leading sacred ceremonies that united all races.
"Kill me?" Valdraxx mocked. His fiery eyes locked onto the elder. "You? Kill me? Don't be ridiculous. You are nothing but insects, and I will crush you like the worthless pests you are."
With a commanding tone, the elder gave orders to his warriors.
"As the chieftain, I order you! Kill Valdraxx and reclaim our sacred artifact!"
Valdraxx sneered, "Foolish old man! I will take this artifact, and I will take your tribe as well. You won't be able to stop me." He raised his claw, ready for battle.
With a thunderous roar, Valdraxx unleashed a wave of fire that tore through the warriors. The battle raged as the mighty dragon slaughtered one guard after another, his flames scorching the earth and destroying their defenses.
Though brave, the ordinary warriors were no match for Valdraxx's raw power. His laughter echoed across the battlefield as he easily dismantled their ranks.
"Is this the best you've got? Pathetic!" Valdraxx taunted, flames still flickering at the edge of his mouth after burning another group of guards.
Unbeknownst to Valdraxx, the elite warriors and the elder were preparing something far more deadly a ritual of immense power.
The elder raised his staff, and the elite warriors began chanting in unison. The air around them grew heavy with magic as they summoned their tribe's ultimate weapon, the Execution Fire.
"Hold him!" the elder commanded. "We will erase him from existence with the Execution Fire!"
Valdraxx's smile faded. "The Execution Fire? How can you wield such power, old man?"
The elder's voice boomed across the battlefield. "Even if it costs me my life, I will protect this world from creatures like you. You are a threat to all life, Valdraxx! Now, perish!"