Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 61: - A Regressed almighty Dragon (2)

Amidst a desolate battlefield, five formidable dragons with scales of varying colors and powers circled a lone black dragon, whose golden-pupiled eyes blazed with determination. This was a battle of titans, the strongest of their kind, engaged in a gruesome clash that would be etched into dragon history.

The first dragon, named Ignarox, was an enormous crimson-scaled beast that breathed fire hot enough to melt mountains.

The second, Tidalith, was a massive aquatic dragon with iridescent blue scales that could manipulate the very tides and waves of the oceans.

The third, Dracora, had emerald-green scales and wielded the deadly power of poison, capable of corroding anything it touched.

The fourth, Pyroskorn, had dark obsidian scales and controlled shadowy flames that could consume even the mightiest of foes.

Finally, there was Lumira, a radiant white dragon with the ability to manipulate light itself, blinding and bewildering its opponents.

As the battle raged on, the five dragons unleashed their devastating powers upon the black dragon, who skillfully dodged their attacks with agility and grace.

Flames engulfed the battlefield, poison clouds lingered, water surged, shadows twisted, and blinding light pierced through the chaos.

"You cannot escape our might, time dragon," Ignarox bellowed, spewing forth a torrent of searing flames.

The black dragon, known as Chronoscale, swiftly manipulated time, causing the flames to slow and eventually freeze in mid-air.

With a flick of its tail, the dragon sent the frozen flames back towards Ignarox, engulfing it in its own fiery breath.

Tidalith attempted to summon a tidal wave that would crush Chronoscale, but the black dragon altered time once more, creating a temporal rift that redirected the wave away from itself.

Dracora lunged with venomous fangs, but Chronoscale phased out of existence for a brief moment, causing Dracora to bite into thin air, bewildered.

Before it could react, Chronoscale returned to the physical realm and delivered a powerful blow to Dracora's head.

Pyroskorn tried to envelop Chronoscale in shadowy flames, but the black dragon's golden eyes flashed, and time itself seemed to warp around it.

The flames turned against Pyroskorn, devouring it in a torrent of darkness.

Lumira attempted to blind Chronoscale with blinding light, but the time dragon blinked out of existence momentarily, evading the attack.

When it reappeared, it released a beam of temporal energy that disrupted Lumira's control over light, plunging the area into darkness.

The battle raged on for hours, each dragon unleashing its mightiest abilities, only to have them thwarted by Chronoscale's mastery over time.

The once pristine battlefield was now a scorched wasteland, a testament to the ferocity of their struggle.

Exhausted and battered, Chronoscale found itself on the brink of death. Its once-amethyst eyes now blazed with a golden light as it tapped into the deepest reserves of its temporal power.

With a final burst of energy, it launched itself at the last remaining dragon, Lumira.

"You won't escape," Lumira hissed, attempting to blind Chronoscale once more.

But Chronoscale was prepared. It slowed time to a crawl, allowing its body to move with impossible speed. With a precise strike, it pierced through Lumira's scales and into its heart. As time resumed its normal flow, Lumira let out a deafening roar before collapsing, lifeless.

Chronoscale, its body battered and charred, stood victorious amidst the fallen dragons. Its golden eyes returned to their amethyst hue as it breathed heavily, the battle finally at an end.

In that fleeting moment, Chronoscale, the dragon that had controlled time itself, teetered on the precipice of death. Its strength, once awe-inspiring, had been depleted in the battle against the formidable dragons.

As its life ebbed away, it couldn't help but reflect on the many years it had lived since the time it lost its previous master, the Archmage Adriannel Riantain.

A decade had passed since then, and the dragon had seen the world change. It had witnessed the clash of the mightiest beings it had ever known, a battle that had unfolded before its eyes like an apocalyptic symphony.

There was a pivotal moment when a mysterious woman had appeared, her eyes the same amethyst hue as its own. Those eyes had sent shivers down the dragon's spine, for they seemed like the embodiment of death itself. It had felt as if the Almighty Dragon was gazing upon its own predator.

In that moment, the dragon had been immobilized by fear, unable to intervene. It vividly remembered how its previous master, Adriannel Riantain, had met his end due to the dragon's own weakness.

Their relationship had been one of cooperation rather than emotional connection, but they had fought together to protect their home—the Human Realm.

The Human Realm, which now lay on the brink of devastation.

After the loss of her daughter, the Queen of the Demon Realm had descended into madness, launching a relentless war against the Saint Realm.

The conflict had raged for years until the Queen herself entered the battlefield, losing herself in the chaos. This woman bore an eerie resemblance to the one the dragon had faced earlier, but this time, the dragon was prepared.

Out of sheer desperation, it had unlocked a latent ability—Time Manipulation. In the moment when the Demon Queen, weakened by her own actions and the loss of her energy, had clashed with the dragon, it had seized the opportunity and struck her down.

The dragon had become the all-powerful being it was once known to be, but its newfound power had come with a price—short-sightedness.

The fate of not just the Human Realm but also the three realms had been sealed by the arrival of 'Them.'

Now, as the dragon counted its final breaths and teetered on the brink of death, it gazed upon its reflection in the amethyst eyes.

There, it saw a multitude of heroes locked in fierce combat with countless shadows. The dragon's eyes lost their color, fading into the abyss, and without shifting from its position, it passed into the eternal slumber of death.

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The dragon found itself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by darkness that felt both strange and strangely familiar. It took a moment to gather its bearings.

"Where am I?" the dragon thought, puzzled by the surroundings. It gazed out into the darkness, trying to make sense of its location. A realization slowly dawned on it.

"Did I go back in time?" It couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions at the prospect of getting a second chance. Memories of a group of humans taking it from its parents, emotions it never truly understood before, now welled up within.

Then, it saw a human figure approaching—an individual with golden eyes, the same hue as its own when it employed its time manipulation ability.

The man took the dragon under his protection, hiding it beside a tree. The dragon couldn't help but think, "Did he just save me?"

"Quite intriguing for a human," the dragon mused, watching the man from its concealed spot. It took some time to regain its composure and began to concentrate its mana, preparing for whatever lay ahead.

Eventually, its previous master, the Archmage Adriannel, arrived with a woman. The dragon recognized the woman as one of those who had sacrificed themselves in the battle against the Demon Queen.

With the woman's unique mind-reading ability, the dragon conveyed its message to her—asking her to prevent Adriannel from taking it away.

The dragon also implanted a vivid memory of the future into the woman's mind, ensuring she understood the urgency of its plea.

The woman, true to her abilities, managed to persuade the "old man," as the dragon liked to call Adriannel, although he appeared young to others.

Time passed, and the same boy who had saved the dragon came to retrieve it. The dragon couldn't help but be intrigued by the human's life.

It had returned to a time before the Demon Realm's attack, allowing it to observe and understand humans, creatures who didn't even exist in the time from which it came. Memorizing every mana signature of that time, the dragon marveled at the boy's existence and thought, "What is he? At the very least, it will be interesting to be with him."