The Dragon's Vengeance
With every second that passed, microscopic fractures in my bones were sealed, and my muscle tissue was knitted back together with terrifying density, becoming harder and more resilient than steel.
This was the core of the Dragon Cultivation Art—a brutal, unyielding cycle of destruction and rebirth designed to forge a mortal body into a divine weapon. Hours, or perhaps days, melted away in the timeless dark of the abyss. Time lost its meaning in a place untouched by the sun.
Then, the heavy silence of the cavern was broken.
A low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows of a nearby tunnel. The scent of fresh dragon flame—radiating faintly from my skin as my core adjusted to its new state—ha