Legend of the Northern Sage: Battle for the Dragon’s Heart Intro Beat
I've been having these weird thoughts lately like is any of this for real or not: The sky above the World Beyond the Realms didn’t hold a sun; it held an invisible magic circle, a shimmering distortion in the ether that only pulsed when destiny shifted.
In the Year of the Dragon, that pulse became a throb.
I stood on the precipice of the Great Silo, clutching the hilt of a weapon that felt too heavy for my soul. I like all the others had awaited the birth of the purple dragon of whom the prophet foretold. We expected a savior wrapped in scales of amethyst and fire. But the Dark Master heard the prophecy as well, and he didn't send an army—he sent a shadow that swallowed the stars.
The Burden of the Key
I looked down at the Keyblade in my hand. Its teeth were jagged, humming with a frequency that made my teeth ache. I should have hidden it long before, buried it beneath the roots of the World Tree, but I thought we were ready.
Oh, how I was wrong.
"They'll come at you out of nowhere," a voice rasped from the darkness. "And they'll keep on coming at you as long as you continue to wield that thing."
I turned. Standing near the edge of the Silo was Yusuke Urameshi, his green spirit jacket tattered, his eyes weary from a lifetime of fighting things that shouldn't exist. He looked me up and down, landing on my shaking hands.
"But why would it choose a kid like you, Haru Glory?" Yusuke asked, genuinely puzzled. "You look like you're still figuring out which end of a sword is the pointy bit."
The Guardian’s Threshold
I didn't have an answer. I just pointed to the massive stone slab at the entrance of the Silo. The writing on the door glowed with a sickly, iridescent white:
"Whosoever enters here will endure the wrath of the guardian of Light."
"Light doesn't sound so bad," I muttered, though my heart hammered against my ribs.
"In this world? Light is just a prettier way of saying 'incineration,'" Yusuke countered. He stepped toward the door, his finger glowing with a faint blue spark. "I’ve spent my life searching for the answers that my father and my father’s fathers failed to find. They say this silo is filled with Apparitions at night. Soul-eaters. Things the Dark Master couldn't even domesticate."
The Descent
As the invisible circle overhead began to glow a deep, bruised purple, the doors groaned open. The air that rushed out smelled of ancient ozone and failed prayers.
The Mission: Reach the heart of the Silo before the Purple Dragon is extinguished.
The Cost: The Keyblade acts as a beacon; every step draws the shadow closer.
The Reality: We aren't the heroes the prophecy mentioned. We’re just the ones left standing.
"Ready, kid?" Yusuke asked, his grin returning—sharp and dangerous.
I tightened my grip on the Keyblade. "I don't think 'ready' exists anymore."
We stepped into the dark. Behind us, the first wave of Apparitions screeched, their eyes flickering to life in the gloom, drawn to the Key like moths to a dying star
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