The Realm of Tenria, where divine forces shaped the destinies of nations, was once dominated by the Dragon Kingdom. For eons, dragons ruled with unmatched wisdom and strength, their supremacy unchallenged. But as the centuries passed, other kingdoms rose to power, their divine might evolving in ways that began to rival that of the dragons. Among them, two kingdoms had emerged as serious threats to the dragons' reign: the Leech Kingdom, masters of darkness, and another yet to be told.
In the dark and foreboding lands of the Leech Kingdom, shadows were as much a part of life as the earth itself. Malevolent energy thickened the air, and the land felt heavy with ominous forces. At the very heart of this cursed kingdom stood the Hall of Prophecy, a sacred place where the threads of fate converged and visions of the future were woven. It was here that the Leech King, a towering figure draped in the deepest black, stood in solemn silence. Beside him was the Prophecy Hall Master, an ancient sage whose age was as infinite as the mysteries of the kingdom itself.
The Leech King's gaze, sharp and unyielding, seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality. His presence commanded both awe and terror, a reminder of the absolute power he wielded. But now, as he stood before the Hall, his mind raced with the gravity of what lay ahead.
The air around them thickened, crackling with tension. Then, the chamber was suddenly bathed in a blood-red glow. A voice, otherworldly and powerful, echoed through the hall, its reverberations shaking the very foundation of the kingdom:
"From the womb of ice,
Born of the Dragon's lineage,
The Gold Dragon shall rule,
And in him lies a calamity heart."
The prophecy faded as swiftly as it had come, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. The Leech King's eyes narrowed, his mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts as he pondered the weight of the words spoken.
"The Gold Dragon…" he murmured, his voice a low mix of ambition and trepidation. "Azrok was right. The rise of this dragon will change everything. The balance of power will shatter."
Azrok, a figure of prophecy in his own right, had foreseen the rise of a dragon—though he had never mentioned a Calamity Heart. This new element was more dangerous and uncertain than any of Azrok's predictions.
The Prophecy Hall Master spoke, his voice laced with unease:
"The Gold Dragon, born of dragonkind, will shine brighter than the sun itself. But in his chest beats a heart of calamity—an unfathomable force that will either lead him to dominate the world or destroy it."
The weight of the prophecy hung heavily in the air. The Leech King clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on the shifting images within the Hall.
"Only three beings in history have ever wielded a Calamity Heart," the Hall Master continued, his ancient voice steady but grave. "And none were human. Those who possessed such power could, with a single thought, erase entire kingdoms from existence."
The Leech King inhaled sharply, the implications of the prophecy becoming clearer by the moment. A being of such power, born of dragon blood, with a heart capable of untold devastation… it could be the key to ruling Tenria—or the end of everything. And he told one of his guards "open the underground chamber"
The King of Leech descended into the underground palace of his castle, his footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. He made his way directly to a particular chamber, shrouded in an unsettling darkness. At the far end of the room, a boy sat on a throne, his small frame seeming almost fragile in the faint, flickering torchlight.
Despite his youthful appearance – he couldn't have been more than nine years old – an aura of malevolent intent surrounded him. His body appeared to be crafted from the very darkness itself, making it impossible to discern his clothing or any defining features. Only his eyes gleamed with an ethereal silver light, piercing through the shadows.
The King of Leech knelt before the boy, his head bowed in reverence. He recounted the events unfolding in the Dragon Kingdom, his voice laced with concern. The boy listened intently, his gaze never wavering.
When the king finished speaking, the boy's response sent a shiver down the king's spine: "This is not something to be taken lightly.
The boy's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as he spoke of the Calamity Heart. "I possess one myself," he revealed, his voice low and mysterious. "And I sense that a third Calamity heart has awoken in this generation. Its wielder possesses the power to revive the dead."
The king listened with rapt attention, his mind reeling with the implications. The boy continued, "My own Calamity heart was damaged, which is why I must remain here, recuperating. If not for this setback, conquering the world would be child's play."
The boy's gaze turned cold, his voice dripping with malevolence. "The dragon boy must not be allowed to escape. He must be eliminated as quickly as possible."
With a wave of his hand, the boy summoned two servants, who materialized out of thin air. They were towering figures, their bodies resembling living, breathing metal. Each of them possessed strength rivaling that of a Meta Human, the highest rank a human could attain.
The king's mind boggled at the sheer power the boy commanded. He thought to himself, This boy is not someone to be underestimated. He can summon two Meta Humans with a mere thought!
The two servants, whom the boy named "Flora" and "Ragnarok," knelt before him, their eyes fixed on the ground. They greeted him in unison, their voices like thunder. The boy issued them a command: "Assist the King of Leech from the shadows. Do not reveal yourselves unless absolutely necessary. I do not wish my existence to be made public until I am strong enough to conquer the world."
Flora and Ragnarok nodded in unison, their faces expressionless. They rose to their feet, their eyes glowing with an eerie, otherworldly energy, and vanished into the shadows, awaiting their next command.
The King of Leech's eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity as he contemplated the prospect of finally overthrowing the Dragon Kingdom. For eons, his realm had existed in the shadow of the dragons' dominance, his forefathers forced to navigate the intricate web of power and intrigue that surrounded the ancient kingdom.
Now, with the mysterious boy's blessing and the formidable might of Flora and Ragnarok at his disposal, the King of Leech saw an opportunity to shatter the status quo and assert his realm's dominance. Gathering allies would be crucial to his success, and he knew that the Dragon Kingdom's many enemies would be eager to join forces against their common foe.
The King of Leech convened an emergency meeting with the most powerful warriors and nobles in his kingdom. The gathering took place in a grand, dimly lit hall, the air thick with anticipation. Seated around the large, ornate table were the Prime Minister, the Head of the Royal Guard, and several esteemed generals.
The King of Leech stood at the head of the table, his eyes surveying the room. "We have a unique opportunity before us," he began, his voice low and calculated. "The Dragon Kingdom is in disarray, and their king is... away. We can seize this chance to expand our borders and claim the Dragon Kingdom's origin for ourselves."
The room fell silent, with nods and murmurs of agreement circulating among the attendees. They all knew that conquering the Dragon Kingdom wouldn't be a simple task, but the potential rewards were too great to ignore.
However, they also recognized that they couldn't accomplish this feat alone. The Dragon Kingdom's military was formidable, and their generals are no joke.
"We'll need to form alliances with other kingdoms," suggested the Prime Minister, a cunning glint in his eye. "Perhaps the Wind Kingdom or the Nightshade Empire would be willing to join forces with us."
The Head of the Royal Guard nodded in agreement. "We could also reach out to the mercenary guilds. They might be willing to lend us their strength... for a price."
The King of Leech smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "See to it, then. Let us forge the alliances we need to bring the Dragon Kingdom to its knees."
The King of Leech swiftly dispatched his most trusted officers to forge an alliance with the Kingdom of Zapros. Queen Lyra, the ruthless ruler of Zapros, agreed to the alliance without hesitation. The prospect of destroying the Dragon Kingdom, with its strict adherence to divine authority, was too enticing to resist. Zapros, a realm that thrived on chaos and opportunism, saw an opportunity to gain power and freedom from the Dragon Kingdom's dominance.
The Kingdom of Zapros, a land of dark magic and twisted desires, had long been a thorn in the side of the Dragon Kingdom. With its own twisted sense of morality and a complete disregard for divine authority, Zapros was a realm where might made right and the strong devoured the weak.
Queen Lyra, the ruler of Zapros, was a master manipulator and a weaver of dark magic. She saw the alliance with the Kingdom of Leash as an opportunity to finally bring down the Dragon Kingdom and claim dominion over the entire realm.
With Zapros on board, the Kingdom of Leash had secured a powerful and ruthless ally, one that would stop at nothing to achieve victory...
The stage was set for a catastrophic war, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance. The Dragon Kingdom, unaware of the impending doom, remained vulnerable to the impending attack...
Few days later The Dragon Kingdom's scouts finally gathered intel on the enemy's plans, but it came too late. By the time they learned of the impending attack, the enemy had already set their plan in motion.
Queen Amelia immediately sent another message to King Saul, urging him and their 300-strong entourage to return as quickly as possible. She warned them of the impending disaster, though she knew the message might not reach them in time.
Undeterred, Queen Amelia sprang into action. She summoned Raymond, a powerful general of the Dragon Kingdom, who possessed ice divinity just like her own family before she married King Saul. She ordered Raymond to prepare their men for battle.
The Dragon Kingdom's leaders convened an emergency meeting to discuss their strategy. They unanimously agreed to defend their kingdom and show no mercy. They knew the enemy outnumbered them, with over 200,000 men marching towards them, while the Dragon Kingdom had only 120,000 men at hand.
The situation was dire, as many of their strongest generals, capable of commanding tactical operations, had accompanied King Saul on his expedition. The queen steeled herself for the worst-case scenario, praying that King Saul would arrive in time.
Queen Amelia suspected that the enemy's primary target was her newborn son. She hastened to her child's side, her heart heavy with worry...
With a resolute expression, she called upon her trusted son 15 year old son, Lancelot, the Blue Dragon.
"Lancelot, I have a crucial task for you," Queen Amelia said, her voice firm but laced with concern. "You must protect your brother at all costs. Take him to the secret underground sanctuary beneath the kingdom. Only a handful of people know of its existence, and I'm entrusting you with this responsibility."
Lancelot's face lit up with excitement. "Mother, I want to fight! I'm a skilled warrior, and I've defeated some of our generals in practice."
Queen Amelia's expression turned stern. "Lancelot, those generals were holding back. They weren't fighting with their full strength. You're not ready for the battlefield, and your brother's safety is paramount."
Lancelot's face fell, but he knew better than to argue with his mother when she used that tone. With a quiet nod, he accepted the task and carefully took his brother to the hidden sanctuary.
As they descended into the darkness, Lancelot's heart swelled with determination. He would protect his brother, no matter the cost..
Queen Amelia's eyes lingered on Lancelot and the baby Gold Dragon as she carefully closed the sanctuary door behind them. Her expression was etched with a mix of sadness and determination. With a deep breath, she steeled herself for the battle ahead.
She marched towards the gathered armies, her presence commanding attention. The one hundred and twenty thousand soldiers stood at attention, their eyes fixed on their queen.
With a motivational tone, Queen Amelia addressed her armies. "These invaders seek to destroy our way of life. They aim to gain superiority over us, to harm our children, and to destroy our kingdom. But we will not let that happen. We have always been the superior force, and we will defend our land to the death."
The soldiers erupted into a chorus of "Yes!" and "We're ready!" as Queen Amelia's words ignited their passion and loyalty. However, not all the soldiers shared the same enthusiasm. Some of them exchanged skeptical glances, their faces a mask of discontent.
These soldiers had never been fond of the idea of the Gold Dragon, the supposed savior of their kingdom. They saw it as a myth, a mere legend used to control and manipulate the masses. But they dared not speak out against Queen Amelia, not when she was their absolute leader in King Saul's absence.
Queen Amelia's gaze swept across the armies, her eyes lingering on the dissenters. She knew that she had to crush any opposition, to assert her authority and maintain control. She was a ruthless and calculative leader, and she would not hesitate to deal with anyone who dared to challenge her will.
With a nod, Queen Amelia gave the order to prepare for battle. The soldiers sprang into action, readying their divinities and artifacts for the impending war. Though they were on their home turf, they knew that the enemy's arrival could turn the battle into a siege. But they were prepared, and they would fight to the end.
As the queen waited anxiously for King Saul's return, she knew she had to stall for time. Two days passed, and the enemy finally arrived at their doorstep, ready to launch their attack.
The enemy army emerged on the horizon, their banners fluttering in the wind. The Leech King stood at the forefront, flanked by powerful figures from the Zapros Kingdom. The army was a diverse force, comprising soldiers from the Leech Kingdom, the Zapros Kingdom, and several smaller and bigger kingdoms that had allied with them. There were also individuals who opposed the Gold Dragon, fearing its potential to disrupt the balance of power in the world.
The battlefield stood still. A hush settled over the Dragon Kingdom's forces, tension thick in the air as soldiers exchanged uneasy glances. Scouts had returned moments ago, their reports brief but unsettling—the enemy had halted their advance.
No war cries, no signal for an attack. Just silence.
Queen Amelia sat atop her warhorse, her expression unreadable as she studied the distant horizon. Beside her, Raymond narrowed his eyes, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword.
"They should have attacked by now," he muttered. "This delay... something isn't right."
Before Amelia could respond, the sound of galloping hooves broke through the quiet. A lone rider emerged from the enemy's ranks, his dark cloak billowing behind him as he crossed the battlefield unchallenged. He rode with the ease of a man who had nothing to fear, his posture too relaxed, his gaze too knowing.
When he finally stopped, a mere dozen paces from the Dragon Kingdom's front line, the silence became suffocating.
"Queen Amelia," he called, his voice smooth, laced with amusement. "I come bearing a message from my lord."
His presence was unnerving. His clothes, untouched by dust or sweat, contrasted sharply with the weary warriors before him. He was no soldier. He was something else. Something worse.
Queen Amelia remained silent, her cold gaze meeting his with quiet authority.
"Speak."
The envoy smirked. "My lord has been most generous. He offers you a choice—surrender the Gold Dragon, or prepare for the full might of his army. Refuse, and your kingdom will be reduced to ashes. Even the dragon kindom vast history of victory will not save you."
The air grew colder.
Raymond stiffened as frost began to creep along the ground, thin tendrils of ice slithering toward the envoy's feet. Yet the man did not move. He simply smiled, as if unfazed by the queen's growing fury.
"We know King Saul is away," the envoy continued, his tone almost mocking. "We know how many of your strongest warriors remain. We even know about the secret sanctuary beneath your capital. No wall, no spell, no hidden escape will protect you."
A muscle in Raymond's jaw tightened. He knows too much.
But Queen Amelia only exhaled softly, lifting a single hand.
The cold that had begun to crawl now surged forward. The envoy's smirk faltered as an unnatural chill sank into his bones. His fingers trembled—then froze solid, the ice racing up his arms faster than he could react.
His mouth opened, perhaps to plead, perhaps to curse. It didn't matter.
THE BANGLADER RUIN
King Saul, deep within the ancient Banglader ruins, received a message that made his face light up with joy. It was the first message from his wife, Queen Amelia, informing him that she had given birth to a baby boy. Overcome with happiness, King Saul shared the news with his men.
The three hundred strong and exceptional warriors, who considered themselves as comrades, shared in King Saul's joy. They were a band of brothers, united in their respect and admiration for one another. Watford, the legendary warrior who had killed the last person known as the strongest in the world, grinned from ear to ear. Despite his humble and loyal nature, Watford had never been defeated, not even by King Saul himself.
As King Saul shared the news, his men erupted into laughter and cheers. They joked about the feast they would have that night, celebrating the arrival of the new prince. King Saul smiled, knowing that his son would one day rule the world. His men, fueled by their loyalty and ambition, shouted in agreement, pledging their support for the young prince.
But little did they know, the news of the Gold Dragon's birth had already set in motion a chain of events that would change the course of their world forever.
You believe I would hand over my son?" Queen Amelia's voice was dangerously calm. "To cowards who hide behind stolen power?"
The frost swallowed the envoy whole. A heartbeat later—crack.
Shattered ice glittered in the dying light, where once a man had stood.
Queen Amelia lowered her hand.
"Send the pieces back to your master."
And with that, war had begun.
The enemy army, witnessing the envoy's demise, knew that the queen would not be swayed. They blew the war trumpet, signaling the start of the battle.
Queen Amelia turned to her men, her voice ringing out across the battlefield. "The enemy is before us! This is your chance to make a name for yourselves! Those who kill the most will be rewarded, and those who die will not be forgotten. We will fight together, and we will die together!"
The war raged on, a clash of divinities that defied conventional warfare. The battlefield was a chaotic tapestry of smoke, flames, and screams. Raymond, one of the few great generals who had remained behind, led the army with bravery and tactical precision.
Meanwhile, Lancelot, hiding with the baby, sensed the approaching footsteps of around fifty men. He held the baby tight, covering its mouth to stifle any cries. Lancelot's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the realization that someone might have discover his hiding spot.
As Lancelot sat quietly, holding the baby, who was awfully quie, he suddenly sensed the approaching footsteps of around fifty men. He quickly hid his presence, concealing his aura to prevent detection.
However, despite his efforts, the intruders continued to approach the door. They attempted to open it, but found it locked. Lancelot's eyes narrowed as he realized that they must have had prior knowledge of his presence. There was no way they could have detected him otherwise.
The intruders, undeterred, began to use force to break down the door. Lancelot's grip on the baby tightened as he prepared to defend himself and the young Gold Dragon.