Solo Leveling: The Sparda Heir
Chapter 5: The Shadow of Kamish
The Deeper Abyss
The hunters pressed forward.
They had no choice.
Even after witnessing Go Gun erase a Disaster-Class Dragon like it was nothing, the mission wasn't over.
They had come here to face Kamish.
The strongest monster in history.
The Dragon King.
And now, they were getting close.
The deeper they ventured, the stronger the air became.
It wasn't just mana.
It was something else.
A presence.
Something ancient.
Something… watching.
Go Gun smirked.
"So," he muttered. "He's awake."
The King's Chamber
The tunnel opened up into a massive underground cathedral.
Blackened pillars stretched into the sky.
The ground was covered in molten scars, as if it had endured centuries of battles.
And in the center—
A massive throne of obsidian and bone.
The air froze.
Even Thomas Andre—the walking fortress himself—felt it.
That presence.
The hunters stopped, gripping their weapons tightly.
Then—
BOOM.
A deep, rumbling growl shook the chamber.
It wasn't just sound.
It was authority.
A force so overwhelming that the weaker hunters immediately collapsed, gasping for breath.
The shadows shifted.
From the darkness, he emerged.
A massive, towering dragon, his scales darker than the void, his golden eyes burning with intelligence.
His wings stretched wide, causing the entire cavern to tremble.
Even in his weakened state, even after centuries of being trapped—
Kamish was still a king.
He exhaled, and the entire dungeon trembled.
"...Humans," Kamish rumbled, his voice shaking reality itself. "Have you come to entertain me?"
Thomas Andre gritted his teeth.
"We've come to kill you, monster."
Kamish laughed.
A deep, resonating sound that carried no fear.
"Foolish."
BOOM!
The dragon vanished.
In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of them—his massive claw descending like a black comet.
Thomas barely raised his arms before—
CRASH!
The entire chamber exploded.
The impact sent shockwaves through the dungeon, crushing weaker hunters into the ground.
Even the strongest of them—men who had never feared anything—felt death looming over them.
But then—
SHING.
A single sound.
A clean, precise cut.
The world froze.
Kamish's arm—
Was gone.
Cleanly severed at the joint.
The hunters' eyes widened.
Kamish stumbled back.
For the first time…
The Dragon King looked shocked.
His gaze slowly turned toward the only one who had moved.
A silver-haired swordsman.
Standing casually, one hand on Yamato's hilt.
Not a single drop of sweat on his face.
Go Gun sighed.
"Too slow."
Kamish's eyes narrowed.
For the first time in his life—
He felt something foreign.
Doubt.
And for the first time in centuries—
The Dragon King…
Felt a threat.
To Be Continued…