Rico sat cross-legged on his bed, his eyes closed as he focused on summoning Alvador. The air around him began to shimmer, and the Ultron Dragon materialized before him.
"Hey, Alvador," Rico said, opening his eyes. "What's up?"
Alvador chuckled, his fiery aura pulsing softly. "Not much, young master. Just enjoying the tranquility of our bond. How about you?"
Rico shrugged. "Just trying to wrap my head around all this. Being a Chosen One, having Ultron Dragons inside me... it's a lot to take in."
"I can imagine," Alvador said, his expression empathetic. "But you're handling it remarkably well. Most humans would have cracked under the pressure by now."
Rico smiled wryly. "I guess I'm just special, huh?"
Alvador laughed. "You certainly are, Rico. Now, what's on your mind? You didn't summon me just for small talk, did you?"
Rico's expression turned serious. "No, I didn't. I want to know more about... everything. About you, the other Ultron Dragons, Cansovel... how did all of this come to be?"
Alvador's grin faded, replaced by a somber expression. "Ah, the ancient past. Very well, Rico. If you're ready to hear the truth, I'll share it with you."
Rico nodded eagerly, and Alvador began his tale.
"In the dawn of time, when the universe was still unfolding, two beings emerged: Arkeia, the Celestial Architect, and Cansovel, the Primeval Entity. Arkeia sought to create a realm of balance and harmony, while Cansovel craved chaos and domination."
As Alvador spoke, the room around them began to transform. The walls dissolved, revealing a vast, starry expanse. Rico felt as though he was floating among the celestial bodies, witnessing the birth of the universe.
"Arkeia forged the Ten Ultron Dragons, each embodying a fundamental element," Alvador continued. "I am Alvador, the embodiment of fire. My brethren are Phinix, the guardian of water; Centron, the master of earth; Fera, the whisperer of wind; Pliro, the nurturer of nature; Pirgo, the architect of expansion; Denza, the weaver of dimensions; Grantiza, the keeper of time; Zezo, the spark of electricity... and Actevan, the Omnipotent."
The stars around them coalesced into ten shimmering orbs, each representing one of the Ultron Dragons. Rico felt a deep connection to each of them, but Actevan's orb pulsed with an intensity that seemed almost divine.
"Actevan, the Omnipotent, is beyond our comprehension," Alvador said, his voice filled with reverence. "He is the source of our power, the wellspring of creation itself. We Ultron Dragons are but aspects of his infinite wisdom."
Rico's mind reeled as he struggled to grasp the magnitude of Actevan's power.
"The Ultra Gods, including Actevan, forged the universe and its laws," Alvador continued. "Cansovel, however, sought to defy these laws, to reshape reality in his image. A cataclysmic war erupted, with the Ultra Gods and the Ultron Dragons fighting to preserve balance."
The celestial landscape around them darkened, as though a shadow had fallen across the universe. Rico sensed the weight of Cansovel's malevolent presence.
"Throughout the ages, Cansovel manipulated events from the shadows, seeking to claim our powers for himself," Alvador said. "The Ultra Gods created the Chosen Ones, mortal vessels capable of hosting our essence. This bond would allow us to recover our strength and continue our battle against Cansovel."
As Alvador spoke, the darkness began to recede, replaced by a warm, golden light. Rico felt a sense of hope and determination rising within him.
"Rico, you are the latest Chosen One, the inheritor of this ancient legacy," Alvador said, his eyes burning with intensity. "You have a crucial role to play in the battle against Cansovel. Will you accept this challenge, Rico?"
Rico's heart pounded in his chest as he gazed at Alvador. He knew that his life would never be the same, that he had stumbled into a world of ancient magic and cosmic warfare. Yet, with Alvador by his side, he felt a sense of courage and purpose that he had never known before.
"I accept," Rico said, his voice firm and resolute.
Alvador's face broke into a wide, fiery grin. "Then let us begin our journey, Rico. Together, we shall forge a new destiny, one that will shape the course of the universe, and fulfill the legend of the Ultron Dragons."
As Alvador's words faded, the celestial landscape around them dissolved, leaving Rico sitting on his bed, his heart still racing with excitement. He knew that his adventure had only just begun, and he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
"Alvador," Rico said, his voice filled with a newfound sense of determination. "I'm ready to learn more about my powers, and how to control them. Teach me everything you can."
Alvador's grin grew wider, his fiery aura pulsing with enthusiasm. "Ah, Rico, you are indeed a true warrior. Very well, let us begin your training.