What Your Love Felt Like-The Dragon Saga

As I sored through the sky, towards the virgin mythical lands that would lead me towards the Netherworld, my heart began to race with excitement, a little fear and a lot of anticipation. I had heard stories of that dark and dangerous place, but nothing could have prepared me for what lay ahead.

The mythical lands unfolded beneath me in a blur of vibrant colors and dizzying heights. I soared over snow-capped mountains, past sprawling forests and verdant meadows, and over crystal clear rivers that shimmered in the sunlight.

But as I drew closer to the Netherworld, the scenery began to change. The sky darkened, and the air grew thick with a sense of foreboding. The once, beautiful landscape now twisted and distorted, the trees and plants withering and dying in my wake.

I encountered fierce winds and powerful storms that threatened to knock me off course. Lightning flashed all around me, striking the earth with a deafening roar. It was as if the very elements themselves were fighting against me, trying to keep me from reaching my destination.

I pushed forward, driving myself to ever, greater heights of endurance and power. Just for Liana. Her face was all that kept me going at that pace.

As I drew closer to the entrance of the Netherworld, the air grew colder and heavier. The sky turned black, and the ground beneath me seemed to writhe with a terrible energy.

But I did not falter. I summoned my full strength, calling upon the powers of the dragons to protect me and guide me through that dangerous and forbidding landscape.

And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I reached the entrance to the Netherworld. A dark and twisted portal loomed before me, its energy crackling with malevolent power.

I took a deep breath, summoning my courage and my strength. I knew that what lay beyond that portal was more terrifying than anything I had ever faced till then. But I was ready. I was the Dragon Lord.

Suddenly, the sky above me turned a deep shade of red as I approached the entrance to the Netherworld. The air grew thick with the stench of death and decay. I could feel my scales prickling with unease as I descended towards the entrance.

It was a place that was forbidden to the living and it seemed that even the Dragon Lord was unwanted there.

As I passed through the gates, I was met with a sight that sent shivers down my spine. The landscape was barren and desolate, with twisted trees and sharp rocks jutting out of the ground. The ground itself seemed to be made of blackened ash, and the air was filled with the screams of tortured souls.

I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves. I knew I had to be careful here, for even the slightest misstep could mean my doom. Not that I actually cared. But I couldn’t go anywhere unless I met and brought Liana out of that wretched place. I began to make my way deeper into the Netherworld, my eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

As I walked, I heard a voice whisper in my ear, “I see that you successfully came to the land of the dead, Draco. You are not welcome here.” I spun around, but there was no one there.

I quickened my pace, my heart racing as I heard more whispers and screams. The ground beneath me shook, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me. Suddenly, a horde of skeletal creatures emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

I roared with fury, flames shooting from my nostrils as I fought back against the undead horde.

It took me several attempts and multiple injuries to finally subdue the battalion of the undead.

As I made my way deeper into the Netherworld, the landscape grew even more terrifying. I saw rivers of molten lava, twisted beasts with razor-sharp teeth, and twisted, writhing shadows that seemed to have a life of their own.

But the most terrifying sight of all was the throne of the Netherworld itself. It was made of blackened bones and seemed to pulse with an evil energy. As I approached it, a figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with a hellish light.

“So, you have come to my domain,” it hissed, its voice echoing through the void. “But you shall not leave alive.”

I was in no mood to fight but the thing, whatever it was, was adament. It would not verbally let me go. I braced myself for battle, but as we clashed, I realized that this was not a physical fight. It was a battle of wills, and I had to use all my strength to resist the dark energy that threatened to engulf me.

In that moment of realisation where the very fragment of reality seemed like it was getting twisted, I caught a glimpse of that forbidden place. The place where they hurdled the souls of the ones that belonged to the human race.

I hurried to wrap up what tied my hands. But it was not that easy a feat to achieve. It was a disaster. I could feel that thing creeping onto my soul the more I tried to hurry.