All Chapters of REAWAKENED S-RANKED DRAGON LORD: Chapter 61
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A glimpse of a memory
MOMENTS AGO:The slide down the jagged slope had been a blur of tearing fabric and the sickening sound of stone hitting bone. When the world finally stopped spinning, Kael found himself at the bottom of a lightless ravine, buried under a layer of wet, bioluminescent moss.Beside him, Lyra lay perfectly still. Her breathing was shallow, and a dark trail of blood ran from her temple, staining the silver-blue glow of the moss beneath her.Kael groaned, pushing himself up. The air down here was different—thick, ancient, and smelling of ozone. despite the destruction, he noticed the small, pale mushrooms clinging to the damp walls were still growing, with a rhythmic light that felt like a mocking heartbeat.... Maybe mocking life itself... Probably.He looked up, but the downslope was too steep, smoothed over by centuries of moisture. There was no climbing out. Not like this.A wet, slithering sound echoed from the darkness.From the shadows beyond the mushroom light, the liquid shapes beg
Healing Moments
The transition from the scorched earth of the Troga Forest to the sterile, high-tech halls of the Academy was a blur of flashing red lights and the constant, rhythmic thrum of the helicopter’s rotors.Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was grim. The medics were no longer just treating injuries; they were fighting a losing battle against total systemic failure. Dash was slumped against the bulkhead, his face a ghostly shade of grey as the bandages on his stump soaked through with fresh blood, although Cynthia had healed him, her healing ability couldn't hold down when he used such Heavy Blessing against the gigantic spider.Beside him, Cynthia was hooked up to a heavy-duty mana-stabilizer, her breathing shallow and ragged, her body twitching from the aftershocks of the 100th Blessing.But the most focus was on the center of the floor. Kael and Lyra were laid out side by side. Lyra was stable but deep in a coma, while Kael’s body temperature continued to defy medical logic. Every time a m
On all costs
Seven days had passed since the extraction from the Troga Forest, and for the first time in a week, the frantic alarms of the Eclipsera Health Center had fallen silent. The recovery process had been a grueling ordeal of advanced tech and traditional medicine.Dash had undergone a complex neural-mapping surgery to stabilize the nerve endings in his stump, a procedure that left him bedridden and drifting in a medicinal fog for days. Cynthia’s recovery was equally taxing; the 100th Blessing had caused "Fractures" along her skeletal structure, requiring her to be submerged in a high-density restorative silt bath for seventy-two hours straight. Even Kei, whose lungs had been scorched by his own explosive fire, was only just beginning to walk the hallways again.The Academy’s top healers had worked around the clock, whispering in hushed tones about the "statistical anomalies" they were seeing, particularly in the isolation ward.But today, the air was still.Kael sat upright on the edge o
Remember who you are
Kael shifted on the hospital bed, the crisp white sheets rustling under his weight. The room felt too quiet now that Ash had dropped his playful act. The late afternoon sun was beginning to dip, casting a long, orange glow across the floor that reminded Kael far too much of the fire that had leveled the Troga Forest."The scroll," Kael began, his voice barely a murmur. "Principal Cedric has it now. He thinks it’s a map to a monster."Ash moved the lollipop to the side of his cheek, his small face tightening. "It is a map. But not to a monster. It leads to the River of Zenka. You remember Zenka, don't you? Even with those holes in your head?"Kael shook his head slowly. "The name sounds like a bell ringing in a far-off room. I can’t grab it.""It’s an old island," Ash explained, pacing the small space between the bed and the window. "It sits right beside an old mountain that used to be my sanctuary. Back when my wings could actually block out the sun. But the river that flows beside it
The scars we heal from
The high-pitched hum of the Health Center's stabilizers had finally been replaced by the natural sounds of Eclipsera Academy—the distant chime of the clock tower, the rustle of wind through the ancient oaks, and the muffled chatter of students in the courtyard.It had taken weeks, not days, for the "Troga Survivors" to truly return to the world of the living.Dash was the first to be officially discharged, though he was far from who he used to be. The Academy’s engineers had fitted him with a temporary prosthetic—a sleek, matte-black arm made of reinforced polymers that responded to his neural impulses. It felt heavy and cold, a constant reminder of the Shadow Monster that had actually cut through his flesh. He spent his afternoons in the firing range, relearning the balance of his pistol with a hand that didn't feel like his own. Every "click" of the trigger was a step toward reclaiming his pride.... Or tossing it aside Cynthia followed shortly after. The fractures in bones had heal
The Zenka Mendate
The air inside Principal Cedric’s office was stagnant, smelling of old paper and the sharp tang of expensive tobacco. Cedric sat behind his mahogany desk, his eyes locked on the scorched gold cylinder recovered from the forest.When Kei stepped in, Cedric didn't look up immediately. He reached up with his middle finger and adjusted his glasses, a sharp glint reflecting off the lenses."Sit, Kei," Cedric said. His voice was low, devoid of its usual administrative edge. "You look less like a corpse than you did a week ago. That’s an improvement.""I'm ready for duty, sir," Kei replied. He took the chair across from the desk, his back straight, his eyes never leaving the Principal’s face.Cedric leaned back, the leather chair creaking under his weight. He adjusted his glasses again. "Your stunt in the forest—the 100th Blessing. It was a mess, Kei. A successful mess, but a mess nonetheless. You nearly wiped out your entire squad along with that spider.""We got what you asked for," Kei sa
Calm Disturbances
Kael was still propped up against the hospital pillows, watching the sun dip lower through the window. The room was quiet until the shadows near the armchair stretched and warped. Ash stepped out, his small hand still pressed against his shoulder where the sweater was torn."Cedric’s moving," Ash said, skipping the greeting. He popped his lollipop back in his mouth. "Three months. He’s planning a raid on the Zenka River. He wants to kill the Water Dragon before she fully wakes up. He’s putting Kei in charge of the vanguard."Kael’s grip tightened on the bedsheets. "A raid? On a sanctuary?""He doesn't care about sanctuary," Ash grunted, sitting on the edge of the bed. "He cares about the power inside that Temple. He almost caught me eavesdropping, too. The old man’s got a mean throw."Before Kael could respond, the heavy door to the room creaked open. Both of them turned, their faces instantly brightening.Eleanor stepped inside.She was as striking as ever, her long blonde hair casca
The Bitter Taste Of Recovery
The morning air in the recovery wing was cold, carrying the sharp scent of pine and floor wax. Kael lay on his back, staring at a small crack in the ceiling tiles. Every time he breathed deeply, he could feel the ghost of the fire that had erupted in the forest—a tight, searing pressure in the center of his chest that refused to fade.A tray of breakfast sat on the rolling table beside him. The oatmeal was cold and gummy, and the orange juice had a metallic tang that set his teeth on edge. He pushed the tray away with a frustrated sigh."Eat it," Ash’s voice drifted from the corner.The boy was sitting on the windowsill, kicking his legs back and forth. He had a fresh lollipop—green apple this time—tucked into the corner of his mouth. "You need the fuel, Kael. Dragons don't live on air and good intentions, even if you’ve forgotten how to be one.""I don't feel like a dragon," Kael muttered, sat up slowly. The room spun for a second before steadying. "I feel like a bruised peach. My sk
An old friend's ofger
The hallway was silent, lit only by the flickering blue pulse of the lamps mounted high on the stone walls. Kael waited, his heart thumping a frantic rhythm against his ribs, until he heard the soft, rhythmic squeak of the night nurse’s cart fading around the corner.Now.He slid out of the bed, his bare feet hitting the cold linoleum floor with a faint slap. A sharp jolt of pain shot through his shoulder—a reminder of the crushing weight of foolishly sliding down a downslope filled with rocks—but he gritted his teeth and pushed through it. He didn't grab his hospital robe; he just moved in his thin tunic, sticking to the shadows like a smudge of ink. He felt like a stranger in his own body, his movements heavy and uncoordinated.Why does the air feel so heavy? he wondered, his internal monologue racing. It’s like the oxygen is thick with dust. Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe the dragon inside is finally starting to suffocate in this cage.He reached the heavy glass doors leading to the