Home / Fantasy / Tears Of The Last Dragon / The Primal awakening
The Primal awakening
Author: Jovial chirpy
last update2025-09-27 05:45:22

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,
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • The Veil Of Concealment

    The transcendent eclipse had scarcely faded when the valley quaked anew, shadows folding upon themselves until they gave birth to a deeper presence. From the Rift’s core emerged the ninth entity, its form shifting like fractured mirrors, each movement unveiling glimpses of truths long buried. The air shimmered with phantoms of forgotten secrets, and the void itself seemed to hesitate before this revelation.Liora’s fingers clenched around the dragon scale, its golden runes scattering erratic light across her skin. The starlight woman’s essence within stirred like a storm ready to break, whispering warnings through her blood. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she locked her gaze on the towering figure rising from the abyss."You bind the eclipse," the entity proclaimed, its voice cascading like a thousand echoes. "But I am the revelation that illuminates it. I unveil what has been hidden, I strip bare what you cling to. Can you endure truths without their veils?"The ancient bearers a

  • The Eclipse Of Harmony

    The primordial harmony’s glow spread across the valley like a tide of starlight, weaving through the mist as if the sky itself had lowered a tapestry of living radiance. Jagged cliffs softened beneath its touch, shadows melted, and the void’s roar dulled to a faint murmur, as though the very storm of existence bowed before its presence.Liora felt the shift in her core. The dragon scale pulsed in her palm, its golden runes no longer flickering in pain but humming a steady melody that vibrated through her bones. The song was ancient, a note of balance that steadied her heartbeat even as her body trembled from the trials endured. She raised her eyes to the seventh entity, her breath caught in awe and dread.The being stood immense, its form a fusion of shadow and light woven seamlessly, neither in conflict nor in dominance. It was perfection wrought into shape—terrible in its serenity. Its voice rippled across the valley, neither thunder nor whisper, but both at once.“You subdued chaos

  • The Equilibriums Shadow

    The council’s chamber pulsed with a soft golden luminescence, fractured walls echoing the hum of ancient power. The air was heavy with the scent of ozone and faded silver, like the memory of storms long past. Liora’s hand trembled, the dragon scale warm in her palm, its golden runes flickering as though alive with the starlight woman’s merged essence. Her breath came in shallow bursts, her gaze fixed on the sixth entity forming from the nexus—a chaotic antithesis that twisted light into snarled knots of shadow.“You bind the equilibrium,” it thundered, voice a discordant symphony that rattled the chamber’s thrones, “but I am the chaos that births it anew.”The ancient bearers, their glowing silhouettes struggling for solidity, sent their thoughts like a soft current through Ten and Liora’s minds: The chaotic antithesis is the Rift’s counterforce. Bind it, or the cycle restarts in eternal turmoil.Above, the void’s tendrils recoiled, yet the new Rift spanning the Four Kingdoms lingered

  • The Soul's Reckoning

    The valley’s air burned with an acrid tang, as though the Rift of Dracolys had set fire to the very atmosphere, each breath laced with smoke and storm. Energy crackled across the sky like a storm gathering without end, lightning stitched with darkness flashing against the cliffs. On the radiant bridge suspended over the abyss, Ten stood rooted in place, the Tear of the Last Dragon searing his palm, its azure brilliance no longer calm but fused with the essence of his shadow-self. The stone pulsed like a living heart, each throb threatening to split his soul in two.In his mind, the shadow-self’s voice no longer whispered. It thundered.We are the Rift’s power, it bellowed, its words a hammer against his thoughts, laced with temptation and a promise of dominion. Seize it. Rule. Command the chaos that breaks worlds.Ten clenched his jaw, sweat beading down his temple, his hand shaking as he fought to keep his grip on the Tear.Beside him, Liora’s touch was a fragile lifeline in the stor

  • The Void's Kin

    The valley’s air burned with an acrid tang, as though the Rift of Dracolys itself had set the very atmosphere aflame. Every breath carried the sting of smoke and storm, and the ground quivered with a rhythm like a heart about to burst. Sparks of raw energy leapt from the fractured cliffs, their jagged spires trembling beneath the weight of powers too ancient and vast to be contained.Ten stood at the center of it all, fixed upon the radiant bridge that stretched across the abyss like a strip of living light. The Tear of the Last Dragon pulsed in his palm, its azure glow no longer pure but streaked with veins of shadow, the mark of the essence he had fused into himself. The relic seared his skin and set his blood on fire, its rhythm merging with his own heartbeat until he could no longer tell where he ended and the Tear began.The shadow-self that had once whispered in corners of doubt now bellowed inside his mind with the authority of a god. We are the Rift’s power, it thundered, voic

  • 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

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App