THE BEGINNING
In the night, where a shimmer of moonlight shone brightly, a figure of darkness pierced through. It was an intense fear that gave everything that humans hated. Its body is large with black scales like steel representing strength, a towering tail and a mouth that breathes fire.
Its head is similar to that of a reptile but has two horns and a figure called a dragon. Of course, it is not just an ordinary dragon; everyone calls it a dragon of destruction.
It is said that this world has various dangers for humanity, one of which is the dragon of destruction.
Spreading wide wings, the dragon threw himself down, where a city greeted him with screams and tremendous chaos.
This city is called the city of Antares, one of the cities in the kingdom of Elysium, which is where novice adventurers are located. An adventurer is a person who works in a guild to earn money to fulfil his life. Even though they can take many jobs, most people work as monster hunters. The city was neither big nor small and decorated the surroundings with high walls to prevent monsters from entering. It wasn't enough to keep a dragon running amok there.
The dragon roared and then destroyed anything in its path, whether the residents' houses or the adventurers flocking to send attacks on it.
"How can a dragon be in the starting city… you must be joking," said one adventurer then another began to reply.
"I don't know, but we will surely die. After all, this city is only home to weak adventurers. Fighting a dragon is like finding a girlfriend, equally difficult."
"Don't involve your personal life in such an emergency," the one who shouted was a veteran adventurer named Kazel.
Kazel had a bald head and was big but not fat, and it was purely a muscle that was trained every day. he wore simple armour made of leather and a large sword that was enough to cut a monster's halves in half.
The magicians began to cast the magic they were good at, while the priests began chanting their prayers to cast healing magic. At the same time, Kazel ran, jumping as high as he could while swinging his sword, and heard a loud sound as the sword clashed with the steel-hard scales. Without telling what happened, everyone already knew.
Kazel's sword broke.
"No... Even though the instalments haven't been paid off."
"Who said that personal life should not be involved?"
In response to Kazel's actions, a flying leg hit him so that he was thrown back 20 meters before finally lying down and looking up at the starry sky.
The priests started to send healing magic to him.
"Heal."
After Kazel's defeat, the casualties only increased. Some of them even had to die.
"I'm fine, hurry up and save the others."
"Well."
Kazel stood holding his broken sword, parts of his body still oozing fresh blood even though there was no time to feel it. Blood was boiling from everybody until it got into his head. Just as he was about to run, someone from behind stopped him.
A look of surprise filled Kazel's face when he found out who was behind him.
She is Vivia Legal, a rank S adventurer from the capital, who everyone knows as the number one dragon slayer in the kingdom of Elysium. She wears a silver-coloured armour which covers her face with a closed helmet. In her left hand is a sword with blades on both sides. The side that seemed to shine brightly.
"Leave me alone. Tell everyone to back off."
Kazel, who received the instructions, started shouting and told everyone to back off. The adventurers who knew Vivia's figure started to look at her as a light in the dark or hope.
They all pulled away as Vivia strolled forward. Every step echoed because the armour was quite heavy. Everyone was always amazed by it, especially the person behind it was a girl.
Seeing Vivia's movement, the dragon again threw a fireball from its mouth. Unlike everyone else, Vivia allowed herself to be hit by it. However, she immediately eradicated the fire with just a flick of her sword.
It is no exaggeration that he is called a dragon slayer.
With quick steps, Vivia stepped forward, sending a slash across the dragon's body.
The blood spurting from the slash gave an unbearable fatal wound. The dragon that started to rage from the pain sent the corner of its mouth toward Vivia, trying to pounce on it.
Instead of avoiding it, Vivia held it in one hand as if it didn't mean much to her. As he pushed his head back into the back, a swing floated without warning.
SRAK.
A dragon head fell to the ground helplessly, blood shooting into the air like a fountain.
"Did we win?" asked one of the adventurers, but when they noticed the dragon's body started to rise, they took its head and put it back where it belonged.
"This is why I hate destruction dragons," Vivia said while swinging her sword, but unfortunately, the dragon had flown away.
"For the time being, he won't be coming back here."