In the depths of castle, a figure moved silently, her form cloaked in the midnight shadows, her face hidden by a hood pulled low over her eyes. She stepped deeper into the hidden passages, her purpose concealed but her intent unmistakably dangerous. She was a storm bottled up, waiting to unleash her fury upon anyone who dared to interfere. She is moving like she knew the whole castle very well.

Her eyes gleamed, fierce and cunning, as she reached a door marked with archaic symbols, the faint glimmer of magic pulsing across it. With a flick of her hand, the symbols faded, as though they recognized her authority, allowing her to slip inside undeterred. She was alone, yet not. The flicker of torches caught glimpses of something, someone, waiting in the room, a shadowy figure barely discernible from the darkness.

"Salena," the figure's voice slithered out from the shadows, low and ominous. "You took longer than I expected."

She stepped forward, reveal her face with a cold smile. Her gaze colder than the dim torchlight. "Patience, old friend," she whispered. Her words were laced with venom, but they held a strange familiarity. "I come with questions, and I believe you have what I seek."

The figure's hollow laughter echoed in the chamber, unsettling and powerful. "Still meddling with powers that can consume even you?" he sneered, though there was a glint of admiration in his voice. "Not even Isabella would risk this."

Salena's lips curved into a twisted smile. "I am nothing like Isabella," she said sharply. "I am what this world needs and doesn't yet realize it." Her eyes burned with a twisted ambition as she pulled out an ancient chronicle, bound in dragonhide and marked with a sigil unknown to any but the darkest of mages.

The shadowy figure regarded it with narrowed eyes. "So, you found it, the chronicle that holds the truth of the future." He stretched a spectral hand toward it, and Salena let him hold it, though only barely. "The answers you seek are dangerous. And you... you are willing to pay the price?"

"Tell me what awaits her," Salena whispered, her voice like the edge of a dagger. "Tell me what her fate holds." Her fingers tensed, watching as the figure flipped open the chronicle, pages whispering secrets to him that only he could decipher.

"Isabella... her light may consume this world, but shadows can linger, Salena. Shadows like..you know." the figure looked up, With a wicked smile, dark, the figures lips are dark. "If they are bold enough to take them."

A chill danced down her spine, but her resolve hardened. She leaned closer, meeting her gaze even as her features were shrouded. "Then tell me how I ensure that her light never touches this world." The shadows seemed to grow darker around her, as if the room itself recognized her treachery, her hunger for power.

The figure closed the chronicle, leaning back into the dark. "Be careful, Salena," figure warned, figures voice dripping with malice. "In meddling with fate, you may awaken more than you can contain. A fire such as Isabella could burn you, even from within the shadows."

But Salena only smirked, undeterred. "Then let her burn," she replied, her voice a low, dangerous murmur. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the chronicle spiraling into the darkness, leaving the figure with a cold chuckle.

"Until next time, old friend," she whispered, vanishing into the shadows.

In the cold darkness of Mecatopia’s most haunted night, Helena stood at the edge of the Ruins of Ashlar. It was a broken land, a  dead, desolate wasteland where nothing had lived in centuries. Shadows moved in the mist around her, whispers and voices calling from unseen places. Yet Helena did not fear. She had come for something far worse than the whispers.

She wore a long black gown that flowed like smoke around her, her dark eyes filled with twisted hunger and malice. Her skin was pale, almost ghostly, and dark veins crept around her face like cursed vines. With her hands raised, Helena began to chant a forbidden spell,

“Ignis Abyssum Tempestas, solvi Vorthak et chaos in terram infer.”

each word summoning waves of dark, chaotic energy that wrapped around her like a living storm.

Beneath her feet, the ground started to rumble. Her words grew faster, her voice louder, until it echoed like thunder across the ruins.

“Ignis Abyssum Tempestas, solvi Vorthak et chaos in terram infer.”

She throw the ashes of old Dragon on land and calling to the long-lost Shattered Gauntlet, an ancient artifact that could unleash an old soul, the Titan of Destruction, who had once leveled entire cities with a single strike.

The Shattered Gauntlet lay deep within the remains of the stronghold, hidden under layers of rock and ash. But Helena’s chaos magic pulled it from the ground, tearing apart the earth until it rested in her hands. As soon as her fingers touched it, a dark pulse spread out from the gauntlet, rippling across the land. The sky grew darker, and even the mist seemed to flee.

Helena laughed, a low, chilling sound. The gauntlet was now hers, and with it, she could command Vorthak.

With a final surge of energy, she unleashed her magic directly into the gauntlet. The earth groaned, As the spell has end, the ground shudders, and from the ruins emerges Vorthak, a massive, armor-plated being with molten cracks along his body, as if his entire form is aflame from within. His eyes are blazing red, and every step scorches the earth beneath him. He stands towering, embodying destruction and chaos, with an aura of fiery embers swirling around him. The towering figure of Vorthak, awakened from his eternal prison. His eyes glowed with rage and destruction, and his fists clenched, ready to tear down all of Mecatopia.

And Helena? She just smiled, her dark power now matched by the terror of her new, unstoppable ally. Isabella jolted awake, drench in sweat seeing helena by herself. She said "it has started..the war is near."

Than Felix throw a stone in her room. She saw him and wearing a robe went outside.

The moon dipped low over the horizon, casting hues of crimson and silver across the still bloods of the Blood Lake. The air was quiet, save for the soft lapping of blood against the shore. Isabella stood at the edge, her platinum hair catching the fading sunlight, her gaze distant as if trying to find answers in the endless ripples.

Felix approached her cautiously. His footsteps were soft, but she sensed him before he spoke.

"You’ve been out here for hours, but didn't say a word" Felix said, his voice gentle but laced with concern.

Isabella didn’t turn around. "I needed... space. Sometimes, it’s easier to think when you’re far from everything."

Felix stepped closer, standing beside her. His towering figure contrasted her slender form, but in that moment, they both seemed equally weighed down by invisible burdens.

"Thinking or running away?" he asked, folding his arms.

Isabella gave a bitter chuckle. "Maybe both."

There was a pause, the kind that felt heavy yet comfortable. Felix glanced at the Blood Lake, its dark red surface reflecting the sky. It wasn’t a comforting sight, but it had a strange allure, dangerous and beautiful, much like Isabella herself.

"I know what it’s like," Felix began, his voice quiet. "To carry something bigger than yourself. To feel like every choice you make could doom or save the people around you. It’s... suffocating."

Isabella finally looked at him, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Do you ever feel like... you weren’t meant for this? Like maybe, somewhere along the way, fate got it wrong?"

Felix sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "All the time. Being the last of my bloodline, the expectations are crushing. People see me as this powerful relic of the past, but they don’t see the cracks underneath. They don’t see me."

Isabella nodded, her voice breaking. "That’s exactly it. Everyone looks at me like I’m some savior, the last true dragon-blooded. They don’t understand how terrifying it is to be me. I’m not just carrying my soul, Felix. There are eight others inside me. Eight dragons, each with their own rage, power, and... hunger."

Felix turned to her fully now, his golden eyes serious. "You’ve never told anyone this, have you?"

She shook her head. "No one would understand. They’d either fear me or try to use me. But you... you’re different."

Felix placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You don’t have to face this alone, Isabella. Whatever happens, I’m with you. Always."

Isabella smiled faintly, though tears slipped down her cheeks. "Thank you, Felix. Truly. But I had a dream. It felt so real... like a warning."

"What kind of dream?"

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "The Titans... they’re coming. I saw them breaking free from their chains, Helena doing it. If they unleash I'll have to turned to dragon form."

Felix frowned. "And you think turning into a dragon will be the answer?"

Isabella laughed bitterly. "I’ve sworn never to turn. The transformation is horrific, Felix. It’s not just pain. It’s chaos, destruction... death. I’m not just one soul—I’m a storm of eight ancient dragons bound into one body. If I let them loose, I might save the world, but I’ll lose myself. I might not come back."

Felix’s grip on her shoulder tightened slightly. "Then don’t. Not unless you have no other choice. We’ll find another way. We always do."

She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for reassurance. "But what if there is no other way? What if... it comes down to me making the ultimate sacrifice? I’m not afraid to die, Felix. But... I’m afraid of what I’ll become if I don’t."

"You’re stronger than you think," Felix said firmly. "You’ve carried this burden for so long, and yet, here you are—still fighting. That’s what makes you unstoppable, Isabella. Not the dragon souls. You."

For the first time that evening, a genuine smile touched Isabella’s lips. She reached up and clasped Felix’s hand, her voice steady. "Thank you. I needed to hear that. I don’t know what’s coming, but... it helps to know I’m not alone in this."

Felix smiled back, his golden eyes warm. "You’ll never be alone, Isabella. No matter what happens, I’m here. We’re in this together."

As the sun finally rise from the horizon, the Blood Lake shimmered in the sunlight. The two stood side by side, their bond strengthened by the shared weight of their destinies. For a moment, the world felt a little less heavy.