The desert wind howled across the endless dunes.
From afar, they looked like a moving storm.
A sea of white cloaks stretching beyond the horizon.
The Elite Magic Corps.
Thousands of mages marched beneath banners embroidered with golden symbols of the Church.
Their robes flowed behind them like ghostly waves, and every step carried discipline forged through decades of war.
At their front rode the Commander.
His sharp eyes scanned the desert ahead.
Somewhere in this world…
The exiled heir still lived.
And he carried a death sentence.
No matter how long it took…
They would find him.
The corps had spent weeks moving from village to village.
Questioning travelers.
Interrogating merchants.
Following every rumor.
Every whisper.
Every shadow.
Most led nowhere.
But eventually…
They arrived at a strange settlement.
A small village hidden deep within the desert.
Its name was known only as:
Flame Village.
Yet nothing about it resembled fire.
No volcanoes.
No lava.
No burning sands.
Only ordinary houses.
Ordinary people.
And an impossible amount of water.
The Commander frowned.
The village felt wrong.
Not dangerous.
Just…
Wrong.
How could a forgotten settlement survive in the heart of the desert with more water than entire kingdoms?
His instincts screamed that something was hidden there.
Yet no evidence existed.
The villagers acted naturally.
Children played in the streets.
Farmers carried baskets.
Old men drank tea beneath the shade.
Everything appeared normal.
Too normal.
After several hours of questioning, an old merchant finally spoke.
“There have been strange disturbances.”
The Commander narrowed his eyes.
“Where?”
The old man pointed north.
“Near the Northern Mountains.”
The village suddenly became silent.
Several locals lowered their heads.
Others pretended not to listen.
The Commander immediately noticed.
“What kind of disturbances?”
The merchant swallowed.
“Roars.”
“Earthquakes.”
“And sometimes…”
His voice lowered.
“The mountain screams.”
Silence followed.
The Commander slowly turned.
“Prepare to move.”
Within minutes, the Elite Magic Corps marched once again.
Their destination:
The Northern Mountains.
Far away.
Two figures crossed the sky.
The Water Emperor.
And the Earth Emperor.
Both had received the same intelligence.
Both had received the same order.
Find Kentro.
Kill him.
The Water Emperor stood effortlessly atop a floating platform of pure water.
A perfect blue board gliding through the air.
Not a single drop fell.
Not a single movement was wasted.
Beside him floated the Earth Emperor.
A massive sphere of stone carried him through the sky like a miniature moon.
The two Emperors traveled in silence.
Until finally…
The Water Emperor smiled.
“A shame.”
The Earth Emperor glanced sideways.
“What is?”
“The Fire Emperor.”
A cold laugh escaped him.
“He failed.”
The Earth Emperor nodded.
“Then we won’t.”
And together…
They continued north.
Meanwhile…
The person everyone sought knew nothing of the storm gathering around him.
Kentro stood at the entrance of the Northern Mountains.
Snow-covered peaks stretched endlessly toward the horizon.
The air was crisp.
Pure.
Beautiful.
For the first time in days…
A faint smile appeared on his face.
The scenery was breathtaking.
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Frozen rivers.
Ancient forests.
A place untouched by war.
Or so it seemed.
He inhaled deeply.
Then stepped forward.
Hours passed.
The search yielded nothing.
No clues.
No ruins.
No hidden structures.
No sign of the second page.
Only endless mountains.
Then—
CRACK.
The ground vanished beneath him.
Kentro dropped.
Falling nearly thirty meters before crashing into a hidden canyon.
Snow exploded around him.
He landed on one knee.
Uninjured.
But not alone.
Slowly…
He looked up.
And froze.
Dozens of eyes stared back.
Golden.
Predatory.
Ancient.
Dragons.
Not the colossal dragons of legend.
But creatures no less terrifying.
Each one stood larger than a house.
Black scales covered their bodies.
Massive wings folded along their backs.
Their claws carved trenches into solid stone.
And their fangs gleamed like swords.
Any one of them could annihilate an army.
There were twelve.
The first dragon attacked.
A blur of scales and claws.
Kentro vanished.
BOOM!
The dragon’s strike shattered the canyon wall.
Before it could react—
CRACK!
Kentro’s fist slammed into its jaw.
The dragon flew through three stone pillars.
The canyon shook.
The others roared.
Then charged.
All at once.
The battle became chaos.
Claws tore through mountainsides.
Tails shattered stone.
Dragonfire turned snow into steam.
Kentro moved like a phantom.
Dodging.
Striking.
Countering.
Every punch carried monstrous force.
One dragon attempted to crush him beneath its weight.
Kentro drove his fist upward.
The impact punched directly through its chest.
Blood erupted.
The beast collapsed instantly.
Another swooped from above.
Kentro leapt.
Grabbed its horn.
And slammed its head into the canyon floor.
The entire mountain trembled.
Minutes later…
Only silence remained.
Twelve dragons.
Dead.
The snow had become red.
Kentro wiped blood from his face.
Then suddenly—
Pain.
A sharp ache erupted behind his eyes.
He staggered slightly.
“What…”
The pain returned.
Stronger.
Then something impossible happened.
He felt them.
The living creatures around him.
Birds.
Wolves.
Insects.
Everything.
It was as though invisible threads connected him to every life nearby.
And among them…
One presence towered above all others.
Massive.
Ancient.
Overwhelming.
At the far end of the mountain.
The feeling pulled him forward.
Like instinct.
Like fate.
And eventually…
He found the cave.
The moment he entered…
The source.
The presence.
The reason.
Everything.
A colossal beast opened its eyes.
Silver.
Ancient.
Terrifying.
Its body resembled a gigantic lion.
White fur flowed like frozen rivers.
Crystal horns emerged from its skull.
Its claws alone were larger than swords.
The air itself trembled around it.
This was no monster.
This was a legend.
Eryndor.
The Sacred Beast of the Northern Peaks.
For a brief moment…
Fear touched Kentro’s heart.
Then—
A grin appeared.
That familiar grin.
The grin of a battle addict.
The grin of a madman.
The mountain exploded.
The battle lasted nearly an hour.
Every clash shattered stone.
Every roar triggered avalanches.
Entire sections of the mountain collapsed.
Eryndor moved with impossible speed.
Its claws sliced through solid rock.
Its jaws crushed boulders.
Its body carried the power of a natural disaster.
Yet with every exchange…
The strange sensation inside Kentro grew stronger.
The pain in his head remained.
But he adapted.
He began sensing Eryndor’s movements before they happened.
Feeling its intent.
Its life force.
Its attacks.
Gradually…
The battle shifted.
At the end of the hour…
Half the mountain had ceased to exist.
The battlefield looked like the aftermath of an apocalypse.
And Eryndor finally fell.
Kentro collapsed beside the beast.
Covered in blood.
Bruised.
Broken.
Exhausted.
But victorious.
Then—
The strange sensation returned.
Something hidden.
Something nearby.
He searched the cave.
And found it.
A page.
Ancient.
Black.
Covered in familiar symbols.
The second page.
A smile appeared on his face.
At last.
He was getting closer.
Closer to the truth.
Closer to the Black Prophecy Book.
Closer to the answers.
After resting briefly, he left the cave.
Snow drifted gently from the sky.
The battlefield behind him lay in ruins.
Blood stained his clothes.
The cold wind carried silence across the mountains.
Then—
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
Applause.
Slow.
Mocking.
Deliberate.
Kentro stopped.
His eyes narrowed.
Slowly…
He raised his head.
On a towering cliff above him stood two figures.
Watching.
Waiting.
Smiling.
The Water Emperor.
The Earth Emperor.
The Water Emperor crossed his arms.
“Impressive.”
The Earth Emperor chuckled.
“You killed the Sacred Beast.”
The Water Emperor’s gaze shifted toward the page in Kentro’s hand.
“And found what we came for.”
A dangerous smile spread across his face.
“Now…”
The air grew heavy.
“…hand it over.”
To Be Continued…
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