In an ancient chamber, deep within a forgotten tomb, stood 13 figures, though it was dark, the figures emitted faint glows, showing that they were divines. The divines usually radiates a brighter light, but for reasons unknown, their light were devoured by the darkness in the chamber.
The chamber had an eerie look in it, bones and mosses decorating the walls and floors, dried blood smeared most of the surface, a high ceiling with unfathomable height, and finally, a raised platform stacked with cracked slabs holding a throne, a faded golden throne with its fleshless owner. Several blade were piercing the skeleton, a red circle was also spotted on the floor in front the platform. The skeleton, wearing nothing but a tattered crimson robe and a brown villager pants riddled with holes.
One of the divines, a female, spoke, "Are you sure this is the only way? We don't know if we can beat him" the female, wearing full battle armor, with a horned helmet, holding a battle axe asked with anxiousness in her voice.
The divine whom holds the brightest light told her "The chances are very unlikely, he has been sealed for centuries" The divine, with 2 horn on the edges of his head, red scales on the sides of his face and most of his body, wearing majestic clothes, a thick fluffy robe, multiple buttoned shirt, a long black trouser reassured her. "Besides, he has been slumbering for so long, I doubt he could even take us on, the plan is like this, we attack him, absorb whatever power he has"
The horned divine walked to the circle and crouched down, he puts his hand on it and some sort of transparent energy flowed from his arm to the circle, the circle emitted a bright colour, then began to slowly dissipate.
After that, he went towards the throne, and pulls out the swords one by one, until the last one, he pulls it with thunderous speed and dashed back to his group. The divines are now preparing for the skeleton's awakening. Prepping for any sudden attack.
For a while, nothing happens
Suddenly, a dense amount of mana begins to spin around him, forming a miniature version of a tornado lifting the skeleton in the air, then, the tornado seeps into the skeleton, giving life to its eyes, his bony body is currently regenerating the muscles, nerves, until finally the skin covering his whole body, his robe was also repaired along with his pants. After the process was complete, the restored figure slowly descends to the platform.
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What was restored to be a human, with black hair, a well-toned body, nose not too high nor low, lips peach, tone color were pale, the only peculiar feature were his eyes, one were complete white with several black circles inside it, while the other were full black with several white circles inside it. Another thing is he doesn't wear a shirt.
"Majhul, The Nameless Guardian" The horned divine spoke the human's name
The horned divine suddenly begins to transfer mana into his body, triggering a transformation, the horned divine horns grew longer, scales were more abundant, wings began to sprout behind his back, his size became 3 times larger, a tail growing behind, claws and webbed fingers replaced his human fingers, his form is now half draconian, though not fully transforming into a dragon, he has enough strength to hold against his own if he wishes to fight the other 12 divines. His body is now crimson in scales while dark near his abdomen, his head morphed into something akin to a lizard.
When the transformation was done, he charged towards Majhul with a powerful right swing, his speed was so fast the other divines didn't realized he was gone until they saw him speeding towards Majhul.
Majhul, seeing this attack, was simply ignoring it, as he was stretching his body till a few cracks were heard. Finally, when the draconian's fist was nearing his head, Majhul, caught the attack with his left hand, then he squeezed a bit, a few unpleasant sounds were heard as the draconian wheezes in pain until finally fell to his knees while his right hand was still at Majhul's grasp.
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