Dragon Soul Entrance 소설 & 이야기

So where is your mark from Damon? "Well, now that story is a bit longer, and we don't have time for it." "Noted," he laughed. We approached the mountain. "Where is the entrance?" I couldn't see it anywhere. "Oh ya, you need dragon blood to get in." "Please tell me you keep viles of Dragon blood on you?" "No, but I will call Amon, and he can get us in. He's Dagon blood." "How long will that take?" "Depends where he is. He should be able to portal here."

The tremendous presence studied the tattoo on her back. “And what do we have here? I’m in awe there are still worshippers of Dragons existing in this fallen era,” The Lung Dragon known to be Dracsora the Dragon of Discreet emphasized. “Nevertheless, I still don’t care, since you came all the way to my lair just to talk. I deemed your efforts insufficient. Your virtues are all mine." Dracsora opened his jaws wide about devouring in a single snap.

From afar off, I can see thick gray clouds covering whatever is before us. As we trudge forward, it seems like we're walking to our doom, I can feel the dark energy; it tastes like rage and maddening strength, feels wraith-like. Its effect is overwhelming, I can't speak. Even Nothing is affected because he lets out a low groan. "This is the Doom Portal," he grinds out. "This is the entrance to Condemnation Hall. Brace up, earthling."

The moment I stepped in the Castle, I thought I just needed to enter, go to my room and unpack my things and fuck Ahbaya till her eyes roll on the back of her head. “What’s the password?” The druid with dead eyes asked. My eyes rolled on its own as I spoke with Ahbaya through the connection. ‘What’s the password?’ ‘Bloodmoon.’ Really?! Bloodmoon? What a textbook password! Anyone with brains could’ve figured that out. “Bloodmoon.”

She crawls lower till she sees a hole by the entrance that was the secret entrance, holding no hesitation as the wounded delta pushed into space. From a normal perspective, the secret entrance had only looked like an illusion, probably old magic. ”Myra! Myra, where are you?” Draven roared and screamed in her mind as she let a calm voice extend to her mate. "I’m here, I’m not hurt, and I think I found something, but I can’t explain it to you; I will check it out." "Wait for me." Draven urged,

Sora said, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "Then we stop playing in the streets," Vardan said, wiping a spray of blood from his jaw. He pointed to a heavy iron grate in the floor. "The tunnels. Now." Elior abandoned the steaming wreck of the truck and dragged Aidan toward them. Sora grabbed the iron grate and ripped it from its hinges with one hand. The smell of sewage and wet concrete billowed up. It was the bowels of Lunastre. It was the only way in.

I summoned my full strength, calling upon the powers of the dragons to protect me and guide me through that dangerous and forbidding landscape. And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I reached the entrance to the Netherworld. A dark and twisted portal loomed before me, its energy crackling with malevolent power. I took a deep breath, summoning my courage and my strength. I knew that what lay beyond that portal was more terrifying than anything I had ever faced till then. But I was ready. I was the Dragon Lord. Suddenly,the sky above me turned a deep shade of red as I approached the entrance to the Netherworld. The air grew thick with the stench of death and decay. I could feel my s

Draco asked, raising his hand. Draco then walked over to the wall and thrust the oil lamp closer to the wall. As soon as he saw clearly the engravings on the wall, Draco grinned widely. "You've found the exit, Astrid," Draco said. "Wow, great! But, how do you open the exit door?" asked Astrid. "Look over here. There are three words. This means ‘open the door’. However, these words were deliberately arranged randomly on the wall. Only people who understand Dragon Language can cast the spell properly,” Draco explained.

"When do we begin?" I'm dressed in flowing white toga. Nash leads me to a room which is covered in candles, dim lighting lights the room. There's a fur carpet on the floor. Artifacts, runes, and symbols decorate the walls, ceiling and floors. He sits me down and pulls out my dress to pool around me. He ties up my hair. He grabs a bowl. He holds it up. "The blood of the Ancestor." He dips his pinky into it and draws a snaking shape on my forehead. "The Entrance of the Dragon. The gateway to your mind."

Her dragon-linked blood stirred in recognition. As she crossed into the temple, the ground trembled. The doors, massive slabs of black stone, slid open without being touched. Inside, darkness swallowed her. Then, one by one, torches ignited along the walls, revealing a vast circular chamber. The ceiling stretched high above, carved into the shape of a dragon with wings spread wide. At the center stood a raised platform engraved with intricate symbols, silver and gold intertwined. Elara approached cautiously. The moment she stepped onto the platform, the symbols lit up.