First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Dawn

The scene shifted dramatically, moving far from the bustling marketplace of the Fourth Ring to the distant, perilous landscape where molten rock poured relentlessly, and volcanic vents spewed columns of toxic fumes.

Beneath a blood-red sky, a solitary figure ascended the harsh slopes of an enormous volcanic mountain.

The landscape was barren, twisted rock formations standing like dark sentinels amid bubbling pools of lava. Sulfurous vapors rose upward in thick plumes, choking the air and dimming visibility.

Dawn—a middle-aged man bearing a solemn, resolute gaze—climbed steadily toward the volcano’s peak, each step leaving a deep imprint on the volcanic ash beneath his sturdy leather boots.

He wore a long, weathered cloak that fluttered behind him in the scalding wind. In his right hand, he firmly grasped an ancient-looking katana, its polished blade shimmering faintly with mysterious runes, emanating a subtle, yet overwhelming aura.

His expression was stern and unyielding, and his dark eyes burned with unshakable determination.

Despite the oppressive heat and hazardous terrain, his breathing remained calm and steady, showing his deep strength.

Upon reaching the volcano’s summit, Dawn stood unwavering at the edge of the enormous crater, overlooking the blazing inferno below.

Sweat glistened on his forehead, but he seemed oblivious to the blistering heat as he looked downward into the molten lake of fire.

Taking a deep breath, his voice thundered clearly and firmly into the fiery abyss, echoing like a call from ancient legends, "Draconius! Come meet your old friend!"

His powerful shout reverberated across the volcano, the air trembling faintly. Moments passed in tense silence, the volcanic roar the only reply, until suddenly, the molten lake began to churn violently.

Waves of liquid fire surged upward, cascading against the rocky walls as a massive, draconic form rose slowly from beneath the lava.

The dragon’s emergence was a sight of awe and terror. Its enormous body, over eleven hundred meters tall, was armored in scales the color of burning embers, shimmering with fiery hues of crimson and gold.

Streams of molten rock poured effortlessly from its massive shoulders and wings, its presence alone causing the volcano to quake.

A pair of ancient golden eyes opened slowly, narrowing to thin slits as they locked onto the small figure standing at the volcano’s rim.

When it spoke, its voice resonated like distant thunder, deep and profoundly powerful, shaking the air and ground alike.

"Dawn..." the dragon’s rumbling voice rolled out slowly, each word heavy with disdain. "What is a heretic like you doing here?"

Unfazed by the intimidating presence and power of the ancient creature, Dawn returned its gaze steadily, standing firm against the waves of fiery wind blowing violently around him.

"Draconius," he replied calmly but assertively, "did you sense a disturbance around here several months ago? Something abnormal? I felt something... strange. But I was too far away to clearly tell what had transpired or where it came from."

Draconius shifted slightly in the molten pool, lava streaming down his enormous, scaled neck.

He exhaled slowly, releasing a heated storm of wind and embers that whipped violently around Dawn, though the man stood firm against the scorching tempest. "Whatever the outside world does matters naught to me. I am not a guardian here to watch over your petty mortal affairs."

Dawn remained quiet for a moment, silently watching the dragon’s immense form. Eventually, he spoke again, his voice calm but carrying undeniable weight, "Do you remember the dragon who rampaged through this land many years ago?"