The Dragon Lord System
DLS - 149

However, just before the crystals touched the ground and Grandor accepted her fate, a mighty dragon roar sounded, surpassing Grandor's feeble voice.

"GRRROOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!" The mighty dragon groans grew and shook, able to break the eardrum of living beings.

A terrible earthquake ensued, shaking the earth with astonishing force.

Back then, the Grandor who was on the verge of giving up had become a witness to an unimaginable power.

The sounds of the violent moans and quakes created a dark and terrifying atmosphere, crashing into Grandor's fear and despair.

In the midst of the destruction, there was hope that arose, awakening the spirit that was almost extinguished in Grandor.

At that very instant, the entire crystal that had fallen down and was about to hit Grandor cracked rapidly, turning into a pile of ash that resembled snow powder.

Calliga's mighty groan, an invincible dragon, had turned those crystals into dust in an instant.

Cracks...

Cracks...

And now, the sky was filled with ash rain, like snow falling heavily from the crystal shards that were now reduced to ashes.

A dark and sad atmosphere enveloped the place, creating a tense and sinister atmosphere.

"GRROOOAAAAAAAAAARRR!" Calliga's roar echoed with increasing intensity.

He took out the [Savage Roar] skill, the more he roared, the stronger the destruction that occurred.

His fierce moaning sound surpassed the limits, creating a wave of destruction that shook the world.

Calliga lands in front of Lithos near Grandor.

Calliga's existence in its original form can now be seen by many who fly in the sky like a dragon god full of authority.

The magic and power that Calliga showed created a dark and gripping atmosphere, giving the impression that greater danger was being threatened.

Not only that, even Grandor who was lying limp on the ground felt the violent tremors, making his body oscillate.

He heard Calliga's great roar, and his body was goosebumps, trembling with the terror that struck.

Grandor, in a state of trembling and fear, looked at the figure of Calliga who was now in his original form.

Although still filled with fear, Grandor was surprised to see the presence of a dragon that was none other than Calliga himself who he thought was a figure of a god who came to give help to him.

Calliga had a pair of large, long horns that glittered golden, displaying an incredible majesty, as if a wondrous primordial dragon god.

Grandor looked at Calliga's figure tremblingly, and the memory of the legendary story her parents told her when she was a child, before their race was endangered, flashed through her mind.

His astonishment, admiration and fear merged into one, creating mixed feelings that were hard to express.

...***In Ancient Times When the Dragon Race Was Successful*** ...

In a long time gone by, when dragons still ruled the world and their lives were victorious, there was an ancient legend passed down from generation to generation in the dragon society.

This story becomes a sleep fairy tale for the children of dragons, playing the story of a primordial dragon who is considered a god and becomes the father of all dragons.

But, he suddenly disappeared mysteriously, leaving a question mark unanswered.

The primordial dragon was named Dracorius. It has amazing physical features and sets it apart from other dragons.

A majestic golden horn towered high on his head, emitting an aura of majesty and power.

The horn became a symbol that Dracorius was king among the dragon kings, as the father of all dragons in the world.

His existence became a hope and inspiration for other dragons, giving them strength and courage in facing all the challenges that exist.

However, with Dracorius gone, the dragon world was shaken. His irreplaceable presence made an unfulfillable void.

Dragons feel a loss of direction and protection, and they are caught up in uncertainty and darkness.

In addition to its magnificent horns, Dracorius' body is protected by strong and colorful scales.

Each color of the scales symbolizes Dracorius' power over the various elements of nature.

The blue scales reflect the calm yet strong power of the water, the green scales symbolize the abundance and fertility of the soil, the red scales symbolize the blazing fire, the yellow scales symbolize the electrifying lightning and lightning, white scales symbolize wisdom and elegance.

By mastering all the elements of nature, Dracorius is considered the dragon-creating god.

The news of Dracorius' departure spread widely, and as time passed, the dragons that once had the protection and power of the primordial god began to face inevitable extinction.

The loss of Dracorius brings a dark touch to the life of the dragon. Without the presence of the god, they feel wasted and abandoned, fixated in deep sorrow.

Their scales that once shone resplendently faded, reflecting a deep loss.

The lurking extinction shook the dragon society, destroying their hopes and future.

The presence of Dracorius who was so strong and protected them had been lost, leaving them in darkness and suffering.

The war between humans and demons had claimed many dragon lives, leaving only a few left.

However, in the hearts of the surviving dragons, the legend of Dracorius remains alive.

They remember the dragon temples that were built to worship and honor the dragon god.

In the ancient temples of the world, the statue of Dracorius was erected as a symbol of honor and majesty.

Many dragons of different races pray to their god, Dracorius, in hopes of gaining protection and strength in the face of the threat of war that is sweeping the world.

However, unfortunately, all of these temples have been destroyed due to the war between humans and demons. Only ruins remained, leaving bitter memories in the memories of the surviving dragons.

A somber and depressing atmosphere surrounds dragons yearning for past glory and the presence of the god who protects them.

In the destruction of the dragon temples, the remaining dragons felt a deep loss.

The sanctuary that was once the center of their spirituality and faith is now just a pile of rubble.

The majesty and strength represented by Dracorius in the statues had turned into a bloody memory.

In this world, only a few dragons managed to survive and they longed for their home.

They carried the story of the legend in their hearts, and deep feelings towards humans and demons burned the flames of vengeance within them.

In their hearts, there was a burning fire to protect and avenge the torment they had received.

They recalled how humans and demons had destroyed their beautiful world in the past and the present one was only a beautiful memory for them.

In the darkness that surrounded them, they nurtured a determination to take revenge and protect what was left of their strength.

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At that moment, Grandor's body was in great pain from the blushing and gaping wounds all over his body.

In that state, tears flowed from his eyes as he recalled the story of the legend told by his parents, which turned out to be a truth that could not be ignored.

The tears were fused with the pain that shackled his heart. He recalled when he was a child, going to the temple with his parents, worshipping and glorifying their god, Dracorius.

Now, he saw the figure of the primordial dragon god clearly, as told by his parents long ago who was gone.

However, when a terrible destruction struck the dragon due to the war between humans and demons long ago, Grandor lost his brothers and his parents who he loved so much.

In despair and suffering, he often blasphemed Dracorius, the primordial dragon god.

Grandor is betrayed by Dracorius. He never saw the god come or save him and his wounded and slaughtered family who were his children.

Dracorius, who was considered a father, father, and god by many dragons, never provided protection or help to those who needed it most.

Darkness and disappointment filled Grandor's heart towards the god they had worshipped in hard times thousands of years ago.

Many dragons are extinct due to the stupid actions of humans and demons in the past.

However, now that the figure of the primordial dragon god that he had frequently blasphemed was, inexplicably, before him clearly, seemingly protecting him from the brink of death.

Grandor who was about to die from Lithos' attack was saved by a figure he thought was Dracorius, the primordial dragon god.

Grandor's large body moved on its own, giving it the instinct to endure and fight the pain.

With teary eyes, he quickly knelt before Calliga who was flying in the sky.

"Oh, the Great Father of All Dragons! Forgive my sins that have often blasphemed you!" grandor cried out, suddenly prostrating while crying in front of Calliga, who was facing Lithos.

However, Calliga did not pay attention to Grandor, he only focused on the fight against Lithos.