RISE OF EROS

The evening sky turned a deep crimson as Biacko soared through the clouds with the majesty only a dragon could convey. Beside him, Lugia flew in protective circles, and behind them, a group of dragons who had sworn to protect Andrew followed the trail of the wind currents, ready to face any adversity.

They were speeding towards the dragons’ territory, a place that had seen ancient wars, but was now marked by recent devastation. As they descended, Biacko could see the landscape that had once been full of life and color. The mountains, which used to be home to various dragons, now seemed like shadows of their former selves, their peaks covered in ash and the remains of ancient battles.

The trees, which once gave shelter and food to so many living beings, were reduced to blackened trunks, and the ground, covered in debris and wailing, resonated with echoes of pain.

"What has happened here…" Biacko murmured, his deep, resonant voice carrying a weight of sadness as he added, "I never imagined Purgatory could go this far". Lugia nodded, his blue eyes filled with dismay. "They didn’t just attack the dragons. They took with them the hope of a future. We must act quickly if we don’t want to lose more."

The dragons, fearful but determined, had regrouped around Biacko. He was their leader, their protector, and the time had come to face reality. Just then, a gigantic shadow was cast over them, and in an instant, Stone, the dragon king of the land, descended with imposing force.

His brown scales shone under the last rays of sunlight, and his fixed gaze showed the bitter experience of a recent war. "Biacko," Stone greeted, his voice like a rock breaking the silence. "You have reached the end of a cycle. "The battle against Purgatory was fierce, and their ambition knows no bounds," he added.

"I bring news from the outside world, brother," Biacko replied, approaching respectfully. The bonds between the dragons were deep and complex; each was both a protector and a brother in times of crisis.

"I have seen suffering, but I have also seen courage. We will not allow chaos to reign in our hearts," he said. Stone stepped forward, his angry wings throbbing. "Are you sure we can take on Purgatory? They have captured many of our brothers and unleashed terror on our lands. We need a united force."

At that moment, Electra, the dragon queen of lightning, appeared in a flash of brilliant light. Her golden scales shone like rays of sunlight across a stormy firmament. "I am sorry, brother, but we cannot stand idly by. The territory is divided; families are at odds. Dragons distrust one another, and that only benefits our enemy," she said.

"But we must not succumb to fear," Lugia interjected, raising his voice to draw everyone’s attention as he added, "Unity is our greatest strength. With every dragon that joins our cause, hope returns, does it not?"

Electra took a moment to ponder Lugia’s words, understanding that the strategy required more than just brute force. She turned to Biacko, her eyes flashing with determination. "If you are willing, Biacko, you should be the link that unites our warriors. Your connection with Andrew can serve something greater."

Biacko nodded, his heart pounding. He was not only Andrew’s protector but also the dragons’ stronghold. "Then let us act together. Only together can we face Purgatory and bring back our brothers."

As the conversation continued, the vision of what had occurred in their home began to materialize in their minds. Memories of fallen dragons, of struggles and sacrifices, infused them with more fervor.

Purgatory had crossed a line, and the echo of its attack would resonate for generations. The flames of resistance needed to be fanned. Stone looked at Biacko, acknowledging his wisdom and courage.

"I have gathered some of our strongest allies. If we form an alliance, we would not only reconquer what was taken from us, but we would prove that unity is more powerful than any adversity," he said.

With that declaration, they began to plan strategies. The dragons would meet in the ancient cave of the elders, where they had forged ancestral pacts. They shared stories of bravery and glory, and little by little, trust began to be reborn.

After hours of discussion, Biacko felt the weight of responsibility fall on his shoulders. It was a monumental task, but he was not alone. Every dragon present felt the burning of commitment and the need to fight for their home.

"We will head to the cave under the full moon," Biacko decreed, raising his voice above the murmur and continuing, "There, our brothers have a chance to gather and share their strength."

The night was falling, and as they prepared to leave, a soft wind blew through them. The dying leaves of the trees danced softly, almost as if the spirit of the forest itself was listening to their promises of battle.

As they crossed the desolate terrain, the glow of renewed hope began to lighten their hearts. It would not be easy, the path would be filled with obstacles and sacrifices, but Biacko knew that they carried with them the strength of every fallen dragon, who would raise their voice through their wings.

As they reached the cave, the air was filled with nervous murmurs and the rustling of scales. Dragons from different clans were gathering, each carrying their own story of pain and loss, yet one common thread united them: the desire to restore peace to their home. Stay updated through NovelBin.Côm

It was then that Biacko stepped forward, his imposing figure illuminated by the silver light streaming in from the cave entrance. "Brothers, sisters, we have been beaten and wounded, but this is not the end. Purgatory wants to divide us, but we are stronger together. Those who have fallen have done nothing but light our flames."

A murmur of agreement spread through the crowd. Determination was beginning to build, and the spark of hope was once again shining. "A new era is coming!" Stone shouted, his wings spread in a gesture of defiance. "We will claim what belongs to us! For those who fought and fell!"

The cave echoed with the cry of dragons joining their cause, and the energies of the cave vibrated with unmatched strength, yet Biacko knew this was only the beginning. As the first light of the new day peeked over the horizon, Biacko looked at Lugia and then at his family.

The union of the dragons was destined to prevail if they could put mistrust behind them and move forward together. After all, each dragon was a guardian; together, they would be an indomitable army.

The battle would not only be for their territory, but for the soul of their species. And with every beat of their wings and every roar that echoed through the sky, the echoes of war would reinforce their resolve to protect Andrew and his legacy.

With renewed determination, the group of dragons prepared to march. They were ready to face Purgatory and confront its dark designs. War would not destroy them; on the contrary, it would turn them into legends that would tell their story for eons.

And so, under the dawning light, Biacko and his fellow pilots flew to meet their destiny, a destiny that would change the course of their history and that of the world they knew.

Biacko had taken the leadership of the dragons in the absence of Crhono and Sohei, but he didn’t feel bad about it, because he didn’t plan on taking power or anything like that. His goals were noble and sincere.

He just wanted to finish off Purgatory once and for all and he wanted to take the initiative. Unfortunately, they didn’t know where the remnants of this organization were hiding, but there was a way to find them.

Although the dragons were ready to fly to the battlefield. At the moment they had no enemy in sight and no place to fight, so they just grouped together and began to repair the damaged territory.

The goal of the meeting and everything else is to put everyone in context and unite their forces. Now with just one comment, all the dragons will fly in unison and destroy their enemies.

A force of that magnitude is not easy to ignore, much less defeat. In short, they were organizing everything before the return of Crhono and Sohei, because the moment they returned, the battle would surely break out.

On the other hand, Andrew, after spending a passionate night with his wives, woke up refreshed and approached Zaros’ study to talk. There were many things to be defined, not to mention that Andrew wanted to know what happened with the dragons.

Zaros has a formidable intelligence network and allies that allow him to know the details of things that happened in faraway places and Andrew wanted to know what had happened.

However, the moment he entered Zaros’ study, he not only saw him and his butler Lucian, but Damon and Abigale were present. Andrew immediately understood the reason and could only smile bitterly, because he understood the subject he had to address.