Azrael charged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he clashed with the three-headed dragon. The beast was enormous, its scales as black as coal, its eyes glowing like embers from the underworld.
The dragon's roar shook the earth, causing the trees to tremble with fear. Its three heads breathed fire and destruction, the flames engulfing the surrounding landscape. The air was filled with the acrid smell of smoke and burning trees.
Azrael dodged and weaved, his sword slicing through the air as he struck at the dragon's scales. But the beast was too powerful, its hide too thick. Azrael's sword bounced off the dragon's scales, leaving only minor scratches.
The dragon retaliated, its central head breathing a stream of fire that would have incinerated any ordinary warrior. Azrael leapt to the side, avoiding the flames by mere inches.
The dragon's left head struck at Azrael, its jaws wide open, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Azrael raised his sword, preparing to defend himself. But the dragon's attack was too powerful, its jaws closing around Azrael's sword arm like a vice.
Azrael cried out in pain as the dragon's teeth sank deep into his armor. He tried to pull his arm free, but the dragon's grip was too strong. The beast began to twist and turn, threatening to rip Azrael's arm from its socket.
Zorvath watched in horror as Azrael struggled to free himself. The wizard knew that he had to act fast, or risk losing his young apprentice. He raised his hands, preparing to cast a spell that would weaken the dragon and give Azrael a chance to escape.
But before Zorvath could cast his spell, a figure appeared on the edge of the battlefield. It was Korvus, still wearing the body of the young woman. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, as he watched Azrael struggle against the dragon.
Korvus then raised his hand, and a massive sword materialized in mid air. The sword was enormous, its blade longer than the dragon's body, and its hilt adorned with intricate, glowing runes.
With a swift and deadly motion, Korvus swung the sword, slicing through the air with a deafening roar. The dragon's three heads were severed from its body in a single, brutal stroke, the impact sending shockwaves through the ground.
But Korvus didn't stop there. He continued his swing, slicing through the mountain itself, cleaving the stone in two. The sound of the impact was like thunder, shaking the earth and sending rocks tumbling down the mountain's slope.
Azrael stared in awe, his eyes fixed on the massive sword and the destruction it had wrought. He was still pinned beneath the dragon's lifeless body, his arm throbbing in agony.
Luna fluttered to Azrael's side, her wings beating rapidly as she began to heal his wounds. Her magic washed over him, soothing his pain and repairing the damage to his arm.
As Luna worked her magic, Korvus approached Azrael, his massive sword dissapeared. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
"Greetings, people," Korvus said, his voice smooth and charming. "My name is Rue, and I'm afraid I've made quite an entrance. Please, accept my apologies for the... dramatic rescue."
Azrael's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. Who was this mysterious stranger, and how had she managed to wield such incredible power? And where did she come from?
But for now, Azrael simply nodded, his voice still hoarse from the battle. "Thanks... Rue. I owe you one."
Korvus smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, you dont have to thank me" korvus said. " I just happened to pass by when i saw this commotion, so i decided to interfere, i cant allow innocent people to die." korvus said, manipulating Azreal with the lie.
"Rue, I'm Azrael, and this is Luna," he said, gesturing to the small, winged creature hovering beside him, while getting back on his feet. "And this is Zorvath, our wizard friend, my sensei."
Rue's eyes flicked to each of them, his smile growing wider. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "I must say, I'm intrigued by your little group. A warrior, a wizard, and a... spirit?"
Luna bristled at the term, but Azrael just chuckled. "Luna's a bit more than just a spirit," he said. "She's a powerful ally, and a good friend."
Zorvath nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yes, we make a formidable team. And speaking of which, we were just about to have dinner. Would you care to join us, Rue?"
Rue's eyes lit up, his smile growing even wider. "I'd love to," he said. "I'm famished after that little... exertion."
Azrael grinned, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the mysterious stranger. "Great," he said. "We'll head back to the mountain temple. It's not far from here."
The group set off, walking through the winding paths that led to the temple. As they walked, Azrael couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something about Rue that didn't quite add up. Something that made Azrael wonder if he was truly what he seemed.
But for now, Azrael pushed those doubts aside. He was hungry, and he was looking forward to a good meal. And who knows, maybe Rue would prove to be a valuable ally.
As they approached the temple, Azrael could smell the delicious aroma of roasting meat wafting from the kitchen. His stomach growled in anticipation, and he quickened his pace.
"Welcome to our humble abode," Zorvath said, gesturing to the temple. "Please, come in. Dinner is waiting."
Rue smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'm looking forward to it," he said.