The system’s voice suddenly echoed before Alister could look around any further.
[Memories will now begin integrating…]
‘Memories? What memo-‘
Before Alister could get an answer, he felt a massive jolt inside his brain, as if it were being electrified. His hands instinctively left the reins of the dragon he was riding and clutched his head in pain. The sensation was so intense that he couldn’t even muster the strength to
scream.
Memories began to flood his mind-not everything, just all he needed to know. He was General Kaelan Von Valor-Void, a lightning dragon who had pledged his loyalty to the first heir of the Dragon Overlord’s throne.
After the passing of the last Dragon Overlord in his battle against the encroaching darkness, the dragons needed a new leader, a new Overlord, one who would inherit the heirloom left behind and push back the darkness invading their world.
Perhaps, finally be worthy to pull out +Restriat.
Most of dragonkind were instantly split into two factions: those who pledged their loyalty to the first heir and those who pledged their loyalty to the second. Both desired the throne, and until one was chosen as the true Overlord, none could wear the heirloom.
And thus a war broke out.
Of course, the Archi-Void advised against this, insisting that conflict should be the last resort for the dragon race, especially when their world was facing a battle against an impossible enemy.
However, they were met with the question: how else could they resolve it? Both heirs had their pride to uphold; both were possible successors to the throne.
As the wizened keepers of dragon history and all their teachings and secrets, the Archi-Void suggested that the heirs handle it personally, but all the other dragon clans disagreed.
“What sort of vassal wouldn’t support their lord in battle?” they said. Dragons, though beings of immense power, were often slaves to their own pride.
Not supporting their lord or proving their loyalty at such a time would certainly damage their dragon soul over time.
Seeing that the rest of dragonkind couldn’t be reasoned with, the Archi-Void decided not to participate in such a conflict, stating they would serve whoever became the Overlord when all was over, and would not aid either side during the duration of the conflict.
The strange sensation in Alister’s head finally subsided, and he felt an odd sense of clarity. This wasn’t due to the focus ring he had on his real body while his mind was trapped in this simulation; no, it was as if he could feel General Kaelan’s absolute faith in his lord, coming from his heart.
Just then, he heard a voice call out to him.
“General Kaelan!”
Alister now Kaelan-whipped his head to the left to find out where the voice was coming from.
His eyes landed on a gray-skinned, muscular man with silver hair and yellow eyes. A pair of black horns curved elegantly from his head. Black scales peeked through his skin, forming patches of armor-like plating that were more concentrated on certain areas of his body-his forearms, shins, and the length of his tail were heavily covered in these scales, giving him an almost armored appearance.
He was a dragonkin, similar to the young one Alister had seen at the auction.
This man was Zeran, one of Kaelan’s most trusted soldiers and a legendary warrior among dragonkind, despite not being a member of the main clans. He rode a massive, dark-scaled dragon, its wings slicing through the air with powerful strokes as it flew in perfect formation beside Kaelan’s.
“General Kaelan,” Zeran called out, his deep voice carrying easily over the roar of the wind, “the troops are ready. We await your command.”
He inclined his head slightly in a show of respect, his eyes never leaving Kaelan’s. There was an intensity in his gaze, something that could only be seen in the eyes of the two dragon riders who had led their forces through countless skies.
Alister glanced behind him, and the sight he saw caused him to widen his eyes in shock. Thousands of dragons could be seen, atop them riders either from the main clans or the lesser
ones.
Alister, or rather, Kaelan, could feel the weight of his comrade’s trust and expectation. It was a heavy burden, but one he had carried before, not as Alister, but as Kaelan. He nodded, fully embracing the role he had been given, and spoke confidently.
“Zeran,” Kaelan began, his voice calm yet firm, “we will not falter. We will see this through to the end and ensure that our lord claims his rightful place as Overlord.”
Zeran nodded as he gok agreed, his expression was firm. “For the glory of our kind, and the future of our world.”
Kaelan raised his fist into the air, the wind whipping at his scales.
“For Lord Hazerion! For the Dragonkind!”
A thunderous roar echoed from the thousands of dragons gathered behind him, their voices shaking the very air. The ground trembled as they beat their wings all together.
In the distance, the opposing army of dragons could be seen, a dark cloud against the blood- red sky. Their leader, the prideful General Alexei Von Valor-Void, rode at the front on a massive obsidian dragon, its eyes glowing with a bright purple light.
Alexei raised his own hand, silencing his own troops. The world held its breath as the two generals locked eyes across the battlefield. freёwebnovel.com
“General Kaelan,” Alexei boomed, his voice laced with arrogance, “you fight a losing battle. Your lord is weak and indecisive. He does not have the strength or the will to lead our kind.”
Kaelan narrowed his eyes. “Lord Hazerion is a wise and compassionate leader,” he countered. “He will unite the dragons, not tear them apart like your lord seek to do.”
“With his power, he could protect everyone.”
Alexei scoffed. “Spare me your empty words. True power lies in strength, not hiding behind some shield, hoping for the best. Only Lord Hamerion can lead us to victory against the encroaching darkness.”
Silence fell over the battlefield. The dragons on both sides awaited their commanders’ orders. Kaelan knew there would be no turning back. This war, this senseless conflict, had to end
today.
He raised his voice, his words echoing over the battlefield.
He wanted to see if he could talk sense into these prideful creatures.
“For too long, we have fought amongst ourselves!” he roared. “While the true enemy, the encroaching darkness, grows stronger with every passing moment. We are dragons! We are the protectors of this world! Will we allow our pride to be our downfall?”