“It’s a shame, really...to think that this was all I could manage..”
To anyone watching, this young man would look like the devil himself, possibly even an angry god coming to punish his people for their wrongs.
His skin and armor caked with blood, a savage scowl as if painted with the essence of hatred implanted on his face, two massive wings and a thick tail each darker than the abyss and harder that even the strongest steel. It was if the creature of their greatest nightmare had spawned to haunt them.
Even without both of his arms, none of the remaining men around him have the courage to try and subdue him. They have seen what he is capable of, thousands upon thousands had died for such a display, and none of them would forget….this is the power of the dragon king..
All they had to do was wait, wait for this monster to succumb to the wounds inflicted by two hundred thousand of the world’s most elite soldiers. It was those same troops that completely covered the wide field with their corpses.
There are no traces of the once bright green grass that danced poetically in the wind just two days before, as far as the eye can see there is red, the blood becoming a thin lake slowly being drained into the soil.
Whatever isn’t littered by bodies is scorched black, where dragonfire incinerated everything it touched.
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The men that lay siege to the dying dragon is merely a speck compared to their initial force, if not for their enchanted armor made specifically to fight against dragons they would have already been dead.
Swords that can only cut through scales, bows that can only shoot flying enemies...armor than only defends against the claws and spells of the reptilian beasts. They are known as dragoons, the legendary purgers of the dragon race.
But these soldiers are hard to produce, and they had already taken many casualties, why risk more? To wait was the final command of the Dragoon general before being decapitated by the dragon's tail.
A dry laugh booms through the air and alerts the dragoons once more. Using his last bit of strength and nearly all of his life-force, the man uses magic in order to stubbornly defy death, sealing himself into an impenetrable tomb that not even time can destroy...
End of Prologue
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That’s it for now, I know the prologues pretty short, but it’s all I wanted to put in.Thanks for giving this story a shot and thank you for all of your support so far, I’ll try and make this story even more interesting than the last one!