Noah found himself caught in the storm of two paths, both carrying consequences that weighed heavily on his soul. To remain as he was now—a human dragon—meant embracing a form of immense power that had already saved lives. Noah had seen with his own eyes what that power could do. It had turned the tide against the Syrics, burned through enemies like a storm of vengeance, and stood as a shield when his family would have otherwise fallen. That made it almost impossible to imagine letting it go.Yet, the cost of holding on was just as heavy. The claws, the scales, the wings—they were not temporary anymore. They were who he had become. Remaining this way meant that he could no longer take a human form. The thought gnawed at him like a wound that would never heal. No legacy, no family, no chance of walking among men without fear or rejection. He would become something apart, something other. And in his heart, he doubted that Ramsay, Redrick, Kinsley, or even the others could truly want h

The group could not return to sleep after seeing Ethusa leave, so they all gathered in Esther’s room. That was where the questions began — how Noah had returned to being human, why Ethusa had left, and what they meant by she had gained freedom. Esther was the one who explained, since Noah had seemed distant ever since Ethusa’s departure. He had been lost in thought, barely responding when spoken to. There was a part of him that still didn’t want to let Ethusa go, even though he had already returned to being human.It wasn’t the power that came with the dragon gene that made Noah sad — it was Ethusa herself. While the dragon gene was within him, he could feel her. He could sense her emotions, her heartbeat, her pain, and her strength. Ethusa had become a part of him — his other half.But now that he had returned the dragon gene, that half of him was gone. The connection had been severed, and all he could feel was emptiness. The silence in his soul was unbearable.Noah couldn’t even br

Noah, Kinsley, Ragmus, Camellia, Lilia, Kylie, Hawk, Ryn, Mike, Tracy, Dah, Redrick, Esther, and Benjamin found the five men’s skills incredible the moment Ramsay began fighting them. They watched in awe as the five men moved with impossible precision the moment Ramsay began to fight them.Their coordination was terrifying. Every strike, every movement flowed like one mind controlling five bodies. Even among them, none had ever seen such mastery.They exchanged uneasy glances as they wondered if Ramsay could truly handle such skillful opponents—five at once—but they chose to trust in him. After all, Ramsay was the most skilled among them when it came to martial arts and swordsmanship. He had faced countless challenges and always adapted, ready for any opponent. That was what made him extraordinary.Even though they saw that Ramsay was struggling to hold his ground against the five men attacking in perfect coordination, they still believed in his strength. Yes, he was forced to stay de

The four remaining men stood where their fallen brother had vanished, the air around them twisting in fury. Though they had no faces, their rage was palpable — a deep vibration that made the chamber tremble. Their movements shifted. Faster. Smarter. They adapted. No longer did they attack blindly; they surrounded Ramsay like wolves circling prey, their masks gleaming with an unnatural, pulsing glow — as if aware they were now the only thing keeping them alive. The air grew heavier. The light dimmed. Every step they took echoed like thunder. Ramsay rolled his shoulders once, his sword humming faintly in his grasp. The faint vibration that ran through the blade told him what words could not — the sword was awake, ready, and waiting. Ramsay spoke quietly in his mind to his sword since he knew they were bound by soul. Ramsay's voice barely more than a whisper meant only for his weapon, “They have changed. They’re protecting the masks now… you see that?”. The sword’s voice, calm a

It didn’t go as Ramsay had planned. He’d intended to end the fight using the skills he’d learned while the sword’s soul had been in control — the flawless rhythm, the effortless precision, the way his body had once moved like the sword itself.However, without the soul guiding him, Ramsay couldn’t replicate that flow. He fell short — and that wasn’t his only problem.Ramsay's defenses began to crumble. The dark figure’s speed suddenly increased, its strikes sharper, heavier, and far more calculated than before. Ramsay could barely keep up.Then came the hit — a brutal left fist to his face. The blow sent blood spraying from his mouth, a tooth flying, his nose cracking under the force. Pain exploded through his head, and for the first time, Ramsay truly understood: the strength behind that punch wasn’t ordinary.The figure’s power… was the combined might of all five men he had already defeated.Ramsay now knew what he had to do. It wasn’t enough to just avoid and block the figure’s swo