All Chapters of The Heir Of The Last Dragon : Chapter 11
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11. The Heir's Rampage
The once-serene Hall of the Holy Water Altar Temple now shook violently. Massive cracks spread across the ancient marble walls, while crystal dust fell from the ceiling like burning snow. Outside, the roar of the three-headed dragon, The Great Devourer, was deafening, turning the pure valley air heavy with the scent of sulfur and death.Ethan stood frozen in the center of the hall. His hand gripped the silver antidote vial as if it were the only anchor for his sanity. In front of him, Isyra still stood with her sword drawn, but her tear-filled eyes betrayed every word of her betrayal."So this was your reason for helping me?" Ethan's voice was low, nearly a whisper that was more terrifying than the explosions outside. "You used me as a key to open this gate to hell?""Ethan, listen—" Isyra tried to step forward."Enough!" Ethan slammed his foot onto the temple floor.A wave of cold exploded from his foothold, instantly freezing the marble floor within a five-meter radius. Rion, now th
12. Valtherion's Awakening
The air inside the Hall of the Holy Water Altar Temple seemed to be sucked dry. Through the collapsed ceiling, one of the heads of The Great Devourer opened its jaws wide. A dense, deep purple light gathered there, creating a sphere of energy that emitted a low, bone-shaking hum. Kaelen laughed, his face illuminated by that deathly glow as if he were a god of destruction."Die along with your pride, Eldravar!" Kaelen screamed.Ethan felt cold sweat trickling down his temples. He could have dodged, but Isyra and Rion were down there. If he leaped away, the dragon’s breath would level the entire temple floor and obliterate the antidote vial he so desperately needed for his father."Rion, create the strongest ice shield below! Ignore me!" Ethan commanded through their mental link.Rion roared in protest, but Ethan forcibly cut the mental communication. He gripped the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white. The blue scales on his shoulder began to spread toward his neck, provid
13. The Price of Power
The ringing in Ethan’s ears had yet to fade. As Kaelen’s portal closed completely, the ensuing silence felt even more painful than the previous explosions. The blue light that had once enveloped his body diminished drastically, leaving behind a bone-chilling cold."Ugh." Ethan leaned heavily on the shattered hilt of his sword.The pain came in waves. Synchronization with Rion was not without a price. Beneath his torn sleeves, the blue scales did not disappear immediately; instead, they pulsed, releasing residual energy that made his muscles stiffen. This was the recoil, the physical toll a human must pay when forcing their soul-vessel to contain the essence of a primordial dragon.Rion, now returned to the size of a wildcat, looked much the same. The small dragon stumbled toward Ethan before finally collapsing from exhaustion. His golden eyes dimmed, a sign that his mana reserves were completely depleted."You pushed yourself too hard, Rion. I’m sorry," Ethan whispered, his voice hoar
14. Hunter in the Shadows
The darkness within the subterranean passage of Valtherion was no ordinary dark. It was a dense, heavy gloom, remnants of protective magic specifically designed to mislead anyone who did not possess Eldravar blood. But to Ethan, this darkness felt like a comfortable blanket. Ever since he had sheathed the remains of his blade into the Shadow Veil Scabbard, his senses felt twice as sharp."Stop," Ethan whispered. His voice was extremely low, nearly swallowed by the silence.Isyra, whose hands were still bound, froze instantly. She saw nothing, but she could feel the tension radiating from Ethan’s back."What is it?""Three people. A hundred meters ahead. They entered through the air vents in the ceiling," Ethan narrowed his eyes. His blue-tinted vision caught three shadows moving tactically—Axandra’s scout team.Ethan felt the scabbard at his waist. He could feel a flow of cold energy absorbing his Mana Signature, the unique energy in his body that enemies could usually track. Thanks t
15. Cracks Behind Pride
Vane’s gravitational pressure felt like an invisible mountain, pressing against every inch of Ethan’s skin. Under that crushing weight, Ethan could hear his joints creaking. However, inside his chest, a spark of pride began to smolder. For over a decade, he had lived as a loser from a clan considered extinct. Now, seeing an Axandra executioner mage look shocked just because he could stand provided a dangerous satisfaction to his soul.“This is the true strength of the Eldravar,” Ethan thought. “The blood they tried to erase from history hundreds of years ago is now rising again in my hands.”"You ... how can you still take a step?" Vane’s voice rose, losing its composure. He struck his silver staff against the stone bridge once more. "Kneel, you Insect!"A loud vroom! echoed.A second wave of gravity hit. The bridge floor beneath Ethan’s feet shattered. Ethan stumbled, one knee nearly touching the ground. At that moment, an excruciating pain stabbed through his heart. The blue scales
16. Forest of Predators
The roaring sound of the Silver Waterfall gradually faded, replaced by an inhospitable symphony of the jungle. The Forbidden Oakhaven Forest stretched out before them like a green giant swallowing the sunlight. The ancient trees here had trunks as massive as houses, with roots twisting through the ground like sleeping serpents. A thin, greenish mist crept across the forest floor, carrying the scent of damp earth and something sharp, the aroma of a predator.Ethan stepped forward with legs that felt like lead. Every time he drew a breath, his chest flared with pain. The black lines of Mana Burn on his hand had now crawled up to his wrist, looking like a cursed tattoo pulsing faintly."Don't touch any plant with red spots," Isyra warned from behind. She walked with her hands bound, yet her eyes constantly scanned the tree branches above them."That’s Blood-Spore. If it ruptures, its gas will paralyze your nervous system within seconds."Ethan merely gave a short nod. He was too exhauste
17. Trial on the Threshold of Dawn
Ethan’s consciousness drifted in and out like a candle blown by the night wind. Inside his inner mind, the Eldravar energy felt like boiling liquid iron, forcing its way through his narrowing mana pathways. Every time his heartbeat thundered, the black lines on his hand pulsed, releasing a wave of pain that made his entire body spasm."Father ...." Ethan deliriously muttered, his voice hoarse and barely audible.In his dream, he saw his father’s pale face, staring at him from behind the curtain of their fallen clan's darkness. His father did not speak, only pointed toward the shimmering silver antidote vial atop a pile of their ancestors' ashes. The message was clear: Ethan could not die here.Something cold touched his forehead again, soothing a bit of the burning sensation in his head. Ethan opened his eyes with great effort. His vision was blurry, but he could see the silhouette of Isyra, who was wringing a wet cloth over a taro leaf bowl."Don't move too much," Isyra whispered. He
18. Burnt Trail
The thinning dawn mist brought no freshness; instead, it clarified the scent of blood and ice lingering in front of the cave mouth. Ethan stepped forward haltingly, letting a portion of his body weight rest on Isyra’s shoulder. Every single step felt like burning embers being dragged across the nerves of his legs. Inside the pocket of his cloak, Rion whimpered weakly, his energy not yet recovered after helping Ethan suppress the fever last night.The mechanical sound from the magic compass lying on the damp ground suddenly spun wildly. Its red light needle emitted a vertical magical projection, forming the silhouette of a middle-aged face with a burn scar on his left cheek. The projection’s eyes stared blankly into the gloom of the forest, but his voice echoed ruthlessly from behind the device."Unit Three, report your status. The Eldravar target should already be within capture range."Isyra stopped her tracks, her face suddenly turning as stiff as stone."General Garrick," she whisp
19. Cracks of Ice and Black Fire
The air inside the Razor-Thorn Labyrinth crackled violently, distorted by the clash of two opposing atmospheres. On one side, General Garrick’s black fire devoured the walls of vines, releasing extreme heat that melted the ground into a thick liquid. On the other side, the frost aura from Ethan’s Silent Frost Blade froze the air particles, creating a light blizzard that held back the advancing blaze."Interesting," Garrick sneered, his sharp eyes flashing with disdain. "Your mana circuits are already destroyed, eaten away by Mana Burn, yet you can still condense an elemental energy this cold. The Eldravar blood is indeed stubborn."Ethan did not reply with words. His mouth was clamped tightly shut, holding back the blood pressing to escape his throat. The electric blue lines on his hand now glowed brightly, pulsing painfully as if broken glass were flowing through his blood vessels. He knew he had less than three minutes before his body completely collapsed from the backlash of his ow
20. The Place Behind the Veil
A gentle warmth was the first thing to greet Ethan’s physical senses as his consciousness slowly drifted upward. The burning pain from the Mana Burn that had tortured him last night had now subsided, replaced by a cool sensation flowing orderly within his mana circuits. The air he inhaled carried the aroma of pine spices and wild flower nectar, a far cry from the sulfur smell of the ruined temple or the sweet poison of the Oakhaven Forest.Ethan opened his eyes. He was no longer on the damp ground, but upon a bed woven from tree roots, layered with soft cotton fabric. The room where he lay possessed walls of living wood, with small-toothed vines growing in the corners of the ceiling, emitting a dim, yellowish glow."You're awake?"Ethan turned quickly toward the source of the voice, instinctively reaching for his waist. Empty. His Shadow Veil Scabbard was not there."Do not worry. Your weapon is safe on the opposite table," said the middle-aged man Isyra had seen yesterday. The man wa