All Chapters of Tears Of The Last Dragon : Chapter 21
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The Light's Demand
The Rift of Dracolys roared, a tempest of light and shadow that tore at the valley’s heart, its jagged edges pulsing like a living wound. Ten stood frozen, the Tear of the Last Dragon blazing in his hand, its azure light searing his palm as the mysterious figure loomed before him. Its form was neither human nor dragon, but a shimmering amalgam of both—scales of radiant silver, eyes like twin stars, and a presence that pressed against his mind like a mountain. Its voice, a chorus of ancient echoes, lingered in the air: The Tear was never yours alone.Liora gripped the dragon scale, its golden runes flaring, her face pale but resolute. The shadow-beasts, moments ago a writhing horde, stood unnaturally still, their eyeless forms quivering as if bound by the figure’s will. Kenal’s figure, its obsidian scales glinting, hesitated, its mist-blade lowered, its red eyes flickering with uncertainty. The valley trembled, rocks splintering, the ground cracking beneath the Rift’s relentless hum.He
The Shadow Clain
The Rift of Dracolys roared like a dying star, its jagged maw tearing wider, spilling light and shadow into the crumbling valley. Ten stood at its edge, the Tear of the Last Dragon burning in his hand, its azure light searing his flesh as if alive with fury. Before him loomed his shadow-self—a mirror of his form, its features sharp and familiar, yet twisted, its eyes glowing with the Tear’s light but laced with darkness. Its voice, a distorted echo of his own, cut through the chaos: You cannot seal me.The valley shuddered, rocks splitting, the ground buckling under the Rift’s relentless pulse. Liora gripped the dragon scale, its golden runes flaring, her face etched with defiance despite the fear in her eyes. The shadow-beasts, frozen by the First Light’s presence, stirred again, their eyeless forms snarling, claws glinting like blackened steel. Kenal’s figure, its obsidian scales shimmering, stood poised, its mist-blade raised, watching the shadow-self with an unreadable gaze. The F
The Void's Echo
Dust swirled in the Glitch slums’ training yard, packed dirt hard underfoot. Huts leaned, their walls patched with rusted metal and torn cloth. Fires burned low, smoke curling with a sour tang. Sticks clacked as scavengers sparred, their shouts sharp in the hollow air. Beyond the broken fence, shadows crawled like spilled ink, reaching closer with every heartbeat.Ten stood at the center, chest heaving, sweat streaking his brow. The Tear pulsed at his side, light straining against the dark tide. Liora was beside him, her fingers clenched white around her dagger, eyes locked on the looming mass that rose from the pit—an ancient shadow given form.And above it, wings spread wider than the yard itself, the dragon stirred. Its scales were silver shot with blue fire, its gaze older than stone. When it spoke, the ground shivered.---“Two souls… bound in fracture,” the dragon’s voice rumbled, deep and resonant, carrying across the ruins. “One flame, one shadow. One must yield, or both be de
The Eternal Bind
The Rift of Dracolys convulsed, its jagged maw widening like a beast in its final throes, tearing itself open against the fabric of the world, spilling torrents of light and shadow that bent the very air into twisted currents, warping sight and sound. Ten felt the void’s pull, a relentless drag that clutched at his body with invisible claws, yanking him forward with every heartbeat, his boots scraping on fractured stone that splintered beneath him. The Tear of the Last Dragon blazed in his palm, its azure glow strained and faltering as though the relic itself struggled to endure the Rift’s hunger. In his mind, laughter resounded—low, mocking, and horribly familiar. His shadow-self spoke in that venomous voice that was almost his own, a cackle threading into his thoughts until the line between his mind and the intruder blurred. We are one, it whispered, again and again, a poisonous chant eroding his resolve, dripping like acid through the cracks of his will.Beside him, Liora clung to
The Guardian's Choice
The Rift of Dracolys writhed as though alive, its jagged mouth stretching wider with a thunderous crack, vomiting streams of light and shadow that twisted the very air into spiraling distortions. Ten planted his boots against the trembling rock, yet the invisible hand of the void dragged at him relentlessly, pulling him closer with each breath. The Tear of the Last Dragon blazed in his palm, the heat biting through his skin until it felt as though his bones would scorch, its azure light flickering under the Rift’s suffocating pressure. Inside his head the shadow-self laughed, a sound that was not his own but carried his voice, a mocking echo that blurred the line between thought and intrusion. We are one, it hissed, again and again, weaving itself into the rhythm of his pulse.Liora’s grip held him steady. Her fingers entwined with his in a bond forged from desperation and trust, while the dragon scale in her other hand pulsed with golden fire that pushed back against the encroaching
The Heart Of Eternity
The valley trembled under the weight of the Rift of Dracolys, its chaotic pulse rippling through the ground as if the earth itself recoiled from its power. The air snapped with an electric charge, every breath heavy with the scent of stone and smoke. At the jagged edge of the precipice stood Ten, the Tear of the Last Dragon burning into his palm, its azure glow straining against the relentless pull of the void.A voice clawed through his thoughts, sharp as broken glass, a venomous echo of himself.You cannot escape me, it hissed, each word tightening around his will like chains, threatening to sink him beneath a tide of doubt and despair.Ten staggered, but Liora’s hand caught his. Her grip was firm, her fingers steady with the strength of every battle they had survived together. In her other palm, the dragon scale radiated golden light, its runes pulsing in open defiance of the darkness. Her eyes, unwavering and fierce, reflected not only the glow of the Rift but also the shimmer of
The Primal awakening
The valley quaked, its jagged cliffs shuddering as the Rift of Dracolys unleashed a tempest of light and shadow, the air crackling with raw energy that stung Ten’s skin. He stood at the edge of the radiant bridge, the Tear of the Last Dragon pulsing in his hand, its azure light now fused with the shadow-self’s essence, a volatile mix that burned through his veins. The shadow-self’s voice, once a mocking whisper, now roared within him, a tidal wave of doubt and power.We are the Rift’s heart, it declared, its tone a blend of triumph and menace, urging him to embrace its strength. We are storm, we are ruin, we are the only truth that remains when hope collapses.Liora gripped his hand, her touch a steady anchor against the chaos, the dragon scale in her palm blazing with golden light that flickered with the starlight woman’s merged essence. Her eyes, reflecting the shattered council chamber, held a fierce resolve, though her face betrayed the weight of their choice. She whispered, “Ten,
The Primal Heart
The Rift screamed again, a resonance that carried into marrow and spirit alike. Splinters of light and shadow lashed across the valley, igniting patches of grass and turning boulders to fine dust. Ten felt his knees weaken, but Liora’s hand clutched his, firm and alive. Her eyes were pools of both terror and devotion.“Ten,” she whispered above the storm, “tell me the truth. If the Rift takes you—what becomes of us? Do I wait in shadows, or do I follow?”Ten’s lips trembled, his chest heaving as though his own heart rebelled against answering. “If the Rift devours me, then you must live. Promise me you will live, even if the stars themselves fall. I will not bind you to the same abyss that hunts me.”Liora shook her head fiercely, her hair whipping across her face like flame-strands. “No. You do not command where my heart belongs. If the abyss opens its jaws, then I will leap with you, for my place is wherever your soul treads.”Their words struck the companions around them with an al
Secret In The Dark
The Primal Awakening towered above them, a shape that was not a shape, an enormity that seemed to stretch beyond sight. Its wings scraped the heavens, carving trails of burning glass across the firmament. Its voice was not sound but rupture, each syllable cracking bone and bending air.“YOU CALLED ME FROM SILENCE. NOW BE SILENT FOREVER.”The companions staggered, yet none fled. Torin lifted his blade though it shook in his hands. “If death is the only gift we can give, then let it be carved into this monster’s flesh!”He charged, striking against the beast’s vast limb. Sparks blazed, steel screaming, and Torin was hurled back like a broken arrow, skidding across the stone. Helena darted forward, catching him before he fell into a crevice, her breath ragged.“Stand, Torin! If you fall, who else will hurl curses at me?” she cried.Torin spat blood but laughed hoarsely. “Then I’ll stand, if only to spite you.”Sari and Lira raised their palms together, twin arcs of flame spiraling skywar
The Legion's HEART
The valley’s air burned with an acrid tang, as though the Rift of Dracolys had ignited the very atmosphere itself, and every breath became a mixture of ash and storm. Chaotic energy crackled in the air like the warning rumble before a world-breaking tempest, tearing at the edges of reality. Ten stood rooted on the radiant bridge, the Tear of the Last Dragon blazing in his palm, its azure fire now a volatile union with the essence of his shadow-self. The relic pulsed in furious rhythm with his heartbeat, its power surging through him so violently he feared his veins would burst, his soul unspooled into nothing.The shadow-self’s voice thundered in his mind—no longer a whisper in the corner of his thoughts but a full, commanding roar that left no space for doubt. We are the Rift’s power, it bellowed, its tone both triumph and temptation. Seize it. Wield it. Break them all and stand above gods and kings. The words were poisoned with desire, a promise that if he yielded, he would never kn