RISE OF EROS

The attack was fierce and aimed at the dragon's heart. If it hit, it would be an instant death even with the dragon's strength, but fate seemed to have other plans because when he was centimeters away from piercing the dragon's heart, a powerful claw grabbed his hand. Find adventures on My Virtual Library Empire

The leader of Purgatory was surprised to see his attack stopped and quickly looked at the culprit who made his plan fail. However, his anger vanished when he saw the culprit because it was none other than the ancestor of the dragons.

There was not a single demigod in the entire continent who did not know that this old man and Arion were the most powerful demigods on the continent. This was not something fabricated, but a reality.

While it cannot be said that they are invincible, in a one-on-one fight, the chances of them losing are as low as the fallen god regaining his sanity and fair judgment. Unlike Arion, the dragon is of an old appearance, but its body is powerful. The mere claw that clenched the hand of the leader of Purgatory seemed immovable.

The man in grey knew who the elder dragon was and immediately panicked, knowing that he had no chance of defeating him or even fleeing. "Continue sealing," the elder dragon said in a calm, yet powerful voice.

The dragon did not dare to reply, he just turned around and continued his work. The elder dragon looked at the man in grey and with a trace of sadness said, "So much power in youth, and instead of doing good you decided to condemn the world."

It was obvious that the elder dragon was telling the leader of Purgatory that he had chosen the wrong path, but the man in grey was not interested. His brain was working at full capacity to find a way out of this problem.

At that moment he released all his power to escape from the elder dragon's claw and he succeeded, although the skin on his wrist was torn. When the man in grey released his power, the other dragons felt the energy fluctuation and almost stopped. However, at that moment, they heard the voice of the dragon ancestor in their minds telling them to continue, so they relaxed and continued performing the seal.@@novelbin@@

The sky turned gray and the air vibrated with an ominous energy. In the center of the devastated valley, two colossal figures were engaged in a battle that would mark the fate of the world.

The leader of the Purgatory organization, dressed in a gray cloak that fluttered as if alive, floated with an aura that exuded chaos. In front of him, the Dragon Ancestor Elder, a majestic creature covered in golden scales that shone even under the dull light of the sky, remained motionless, as if the passage of time did not affect him.

"Dragon Ancestor," the gray-cloaked man growled, his voice reverberating with the echo of thousands of trapped souls, "Your era is over. Today, Purgatory will claim this world." The dragon did not immediately respond. His eyes, two fiery orbs containing the wisdom of millennia, fixed on the leader with a mix of curiosity and infinite patience.

"Mortal time is fleeting," he finally said, his deep voice echoing like distant thunder as he added, "But they always seek to defy the eternal order. If you seek destruction, you will be pleased."

With a deafening roar, the Ancestor rose, unfurling his gigantic wings that darkened the sky. In response, the leader of Purgatory extended his hand, summoning a vortex of dark energy that crackled like a thousand bolts of lightning. The fight had begun.

The leader unleashed a storm of magic that tore apart the landscape. Rivers of black fire poured from his hands, consuming everything in their path, while a swarm of beast-like shadows emerged from his cloak, launching themselves toward the dragon with devastating speed.

However, the Ancestor showed no signs of alarm. He opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of golden light that instantly disintegrated the shadows, leaving the air charged with pure energy.

"Impressive," the leader muttered, his eyes shining with a mix of fury and fascination, but he added, "But it is not enough." The man in the grey cloak raised both hands, summoning a gigantic runic seal in the sky.

Each symbol pulsed with ancient power, and upon completion, a titanic specter emerged. It was a humanoid form, made of pure darkness, carrying a sword that seemed capable of splitting the world. With a gesture of command, the leader sent it towards the Ancestor.

The dragon, however, remained calm. As the specter descended, his sword creating ripples that tore at reality itself, the Ancestor raised a claw wrapped in heavenly energy and blocked the blow with insulting ease.

The resulting shockwave leveled mountains and rivers, but the dragon did not even flinch. "Your power is great, but it is tainted by despair," the Ancestor said, crushing the specter with a decisive move and continuing, "You cannot defeat that which transcends."

The leader roared in fury and became enveloped in a black aura. His form distorted, growing into a monstrous figure, an amalgam of shadows and bones that radiated corruption.

With inhuman speed, he charged at the dragon, unleashing a barrage of blows that warped space itself. Each blow was powerful enough to wipe a city off the map, but none found their mark.

The Ancestor dodged with superhuman grace, his every move precisely calculated. With a twist of his body, he used his tail as a battering ram, striking the leader and sending him crashing to the ground with the force of a meteor.

"Your existence is a tragedy," the dragon said, slowly descending. "You are a reminder of the mistakes mortals make when they allow themselves to be consumed by their ambition," he added.

The leader staggered to his feet from the rubble. His breathing was erratic, but his eyes shone with insane determination. "I am not finished. The fallen god will awaken, and when he does, not even you will be able to stop us."

In the distance, the five dragons accompanying the Ancestor worked tirelessly, completing the seal that had kept the fallen god in his prison for eons. Their arcane chants echoed in the air, each word like a nail reinforcing the barrier.

The leader of Purgatory attempted to disrupt the ritual, launching one last desperate attack. He channeled all his energy into a single blow, a sphere of dark power that grew to rival the size of the valley. He launched it toward the dragons, his clear target.

The Ancestor intervened, placing himself between the attack and his allies. With absolute calm, he gathered energy in his chest, creating a sphere of pure light that he then fired in a devastating beam.

The two energies collided in an explosion that shook the earth and split the sky. When the dust cleared, the Ancestor was still standing, intact, while the leader knelt, exhausted and defeated. "It is the end," the dragon declared.

With a wave of his claw, he summoned chains of light that coiled around the leader of Purgatory, immobilizing him. The man tried to resist, but his strength abandoned him.

At that moment, the five dragons completed the seal. A blinding light enveloped the valley, and the echo of the fallen god disappeared, his prison reinforced by another millennium.

The Ancestor turned to the captured leader of Purgatory, who now looked at him with a mixture of hatred and despair. "We will have much to talk about," said the dragon, his voice brooking no argument.

The leader did not respond. His defeat was total. The sky began to clear, and the land, though devastated, began to regain its calm. The dragons gathered around the Ancestor, bowing their heads in respect. The battle was over, and the balance of the world, at least for now, was assured.