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The material made a wet plopping sound as I let my dragon guide me to her. I wasn’t sure what they were doing, but I knew that I wanted to be a part of it. I toed off my shoes, leaving a trail of clothing to the door to our lair. Lucian would be pissed that I had dipped out of practice, but fuck if I didn’t need her so badly right now. Slipping my shorts past my hips, hard claws scraped against my skin. My dragon was already taking over, the beast ripping through my skin. He wanted to go to her and nothing was going to stop him.

Unease skittered down my spine. Zoya guided me forward. "The bond magic responds best when both counterparts are willing. You want your dragon returned, yes?" I shook my head mutely, but she ignored me. Upon the altar sat a large gemstone, dull and dark. Fear gripped me as I recognized it - Scar's dragon heart. The organ that bound his human and draconic natures. The very one I stole months ago from that abandoned mansion. "Use the heart to summon your dragon back to you," Zoya purred in my ear. Fox and the others watched intently. "Reach out with all the passion you harbor. He will come."

“Engage and isolate.” My dragon dives. The wind howls past my ears as the battlefield rushes upward to meet us. I choose the first hostile dragon I see—dark scaled, larger than most, circling toward Aurelion’s position. The fool never even notices me. I slam into him from above. The impact rattles my teeth. My claws tear across his wing joint before he can react, and the dragon screams as the membrane splits beneath my strike. He drops out of the sky in a spiral. I do not bother watching him fall.

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

She was puffed up for some time after being called 'brave dragon', before understanding it's half in mockery, half in jest. However, right now she has a con to accomplish, she will make up the lies correctly and prepare her family for the apocalypse. Yanlong hardened her heart and continued. "I have something very important to tell you. I found a way to get that PS3 you wanted, but it's a roundabout way and depends on how well you can convince mom and dad to follow through." Yanlong said. "You are not kidding with me, right?" Her brother asked. "No. I am not. I applied for participation in a TV show and made it to the first round. Show's about the apocalypse."

"Your High Dragon abilities—can you contact the others directly?" Maya tested the possibility, her consciousness reaching out along the ley lines connecting dragon territories across the globe. The response was immediate and overwhelming—forty-three voices crying out in recognition, hope, and desperate need. *Who are you?* came a mental voice from somewhere in the Australian Outback—an earth dragon whose resonance felt ancient and weathered as sandstone.

But on the bright side I remember exactly where it is, and more importantly I know what I need to do to complete the ritual to save me and Rod from death. The king pulls a leather book with a black spine off a nearby shelf “The dragon is located in the-“ “I know, he’s in the Appalachian mountains” I cut him off. Those mountains are haunted. I have flashbacks of terrible creatures lurking in the dark waiting to lure you to your death. He shows me a book about the dragons I remember when there were hundreds of them, witches have since hunted them practically into extinction. “They are said to be extinct. I haven’t seen one in nearly 350 years. I’ve heard whispers in the wind that he is still a

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Apollyon slowly stood up and flicked the dust from himself before turning his head towards the sleeping creature. "I am sorry, Stormbreaker. Of course, I knew that the dragon's nectar could be considered a weakness of yours. It's called the nectar of dragons from the very beginning because it is the only drink in the world that can make a dragon intoxicated. I told you, I am a person from the Dragon Tribe, a descendant of the Dragon God. Even God decided to reside on the Dragon's island because of the sacred tree's existence. If the dragon's nectar is enough to make a God get drunk, how could you be an exception," the boy muttered while trying to approach the creature with unsteady steps. Ap

Lucas said to Apocalyptic Legion, "Go ahead, Apocalyptic Legion." ... Hearing so, all Apocalyptic Legion disappeared from the wall of outskirts. As for Lucas, he took out Immemorial Dragon Sword from System Space. "Clang!" Everyone on outskirts wall saw a flash of lightning and a cold light, and their eyes were wide open. Then, the sound of the sword and the dragon kept ringing. A Five-clawed Blood Dragon coiled above Lucas. "Hiss!"