Chapitre 5: Dragon and the Seven's.
"What the actual f***?" I muttered under my breath, but the words were swallowed by the weight of what was unfolding before my eyes.
First, the sky was torn by a ginormous dragon, its colossal wings casting ominous shadows over the snowy expanse. Then, the rift was effortlessly held open by a golden sword, gleaming with an otherworldly light, slicing through the fabric of reality like scissors cutting paper. Following this spectacle, seven powerful shadowy figures emerged, their forms indistinct, shifting like living silhouettes. They floated down, forming a line before the mighty dragon, as if prepared for battle.
I stood there, completely dumbfounded.
This felt like a scene ripped straight from a movie, and I was nothing more than a spectator, helplessly frozen—not just by the cold, but by the sheer magnitude of what was unfolding before my eyes. This wasn't just some hallucination. It couldn't be. It was too real, too vivid. I could feel my body trembling, a mixture of awe and dread coursing through me.
The dragon roared—a sound that ripped through the air like thunder, shaking the ground beneath me. Dark clouds gathered behind the dragon, swirling ominously and adding to the dramatic scene. I guess this was the dragon's last warning.
But the figures didn't even flinch. They remained still, their determination palpable, each radiating a unique energy. The most powerful energy belonged to the figure wielding the golden sword, its brilliance shining like the sun. Behind him stood the other six figures, each wielding different weapons—bows, staffs, and shields—ready for whatever came next.
And me? I was nothing. Just a witness to something far beyond anything I could comprehend. Some part of me begged to run, to escape this madness, yet after everything I had endured since coming here, the meaning of life felt insignificant.
The dragon's wings spread wider, revealing its razor-sharp claws, and it bared its teeth, readying itself for the impending clash. It was clear the dragon wasn't the only one preparing for battle; the seven figures drew their weapons, a tense silence settling over the snow-laden field.
In that moment, the snow, the sky, the world itself seemed to hold its breath. A strange, electric tension hung in the air; I could almost taste it.
I didn't know what was coming next, but I knew one thing for sure: this was far, far bigger than anything I could ever hope to understand.
Then the figure wielding the golden sword pointed it toward the dragon, as if to begin the battle. Yet he wasn't the first to attack, nor was it the dragon.
The first move was made by a figure wielding two staffs. With a swift and graceful motion, the figure summoned an invisible barrier, rising like a circular wall. Perhaps the figure was some kind of magician, and maybe the barrier was meant to prevent the dragon from escaping, trapping it in this chaotic arena.
And just like that, the once silent snowfield transformed into a battleground, charged with an energy that vibrated through the very ground I stood on. The air crackled with anticipation, each second stretching out, filled with the promise of violence and chaos. I was rooted in place, my heart pounding in my chest; I couldn't remember ever feeling this nervous before.
Who would emerge victorious from this bloody hell?
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
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-- Classement
Power Stone 
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