Conquering the Streets with The Dragon Lord and Towers of Victory Hard Rock Type Beat

The Altars of Supremacy

In the age before kingdoms, when the world was carved into city-states that clawed at one another for dominance, victory was measured not in gold or land, but in altars.  

Each city built its altar from the bones of its enemies, from shattered shields and rusted swords, from the skulls of kings who had fallen in battle. The higher the altar rose, the stronger the city was said to be. Some reached so high they seemed to scrape the heavens, daring the gods themselves to look upon them.  

But among these cities, one altar towered above all others—a jagged monument of iron and bone, crowned with the blackened horns of a dragon slain in ages past. It was said that whoever stood upon its peak could hear the whispers of the dead, urging them toward glory or ruin.

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The Secret Journey

Arthur and Kai moved through the ruins of that city, cloaked in silence.  

“You must not tell the king who we are going to see,” Kai whispered, his voice sharp as a blade.  

Arthur’s jaw tightened. “I know. But he will never trust the son of a dragon lord. He will see only betrayal.”  

“We’ve been through this a thousand times,” Kai snapped, his eyes burning with a fire that was not entirely human. “Yes, Arthur, you must continue battling the monsters. Enough excuses. It’s time to grow up.”  

Arthur’s hand lingered on the hilt of his sword. He remembered the faces of the fallen, the endless battles, the weight of destiny pressing down like the stones of the altar itself.  

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The Trial of Monsters

From the shadows of the altar, creatures stirred—monsters born of bone and rage, guardians of the dead. Their eyes glowed with the memory of war, their claws dripping with the hunger of centuries.  

Arthur raised his blade, but his heart faltered. Kai stepped forward, scales glimmering faintly beneath his cloak.  

“Do you see now?” Kai said. “The monsters will never stop. They are the echoes of our fathers’ wars. If you cannot face them, the altar will rise higher still, built upon your bones.”  

Arthur’s breath caught. He understood then: the altars were not monuments of victory, but prisons of endless conflict. To grow up meant not only to fight, but to break the cycle.  

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The Choice

As the monsters closed in, Arthur lifted his sword—not to strike, but to shatter the altar itself. The bones cracked, the weapons fell, the monument of supremacy crumbled into dust.  

Kai’s eyes widened, torn between fury and awe. “You would destroy what makes us strong?”  

Arthur’s voice was steady. “No. I would destroy what keeps us chained.”  

And in that moment, as the altar fell, the whispers of the dead faded into silence.

 Soundbites from Merlin, Beyblade, Air Gear, Yu Yu Hakusho, Spyro Naruto & Dragon Ball                With Samples from Saxon, Skid Row, Dominoes, Dar'rell Banks, Cream,  Ufo,

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