The Purple Dragon -Babylon Tower and The Legend of A Dream from the Otherworld
The air inside the Dragon Temple was thick with old magic and fresh panic.
As Masaki Karsu crossed the ancient stone threshold, the grand architecture loomed above him, but his attention was instantly seized by the legendary purple dragon standing in the center of the chamber. Spyro’s scales practically vibrated with agitation.
"Something is happening, Masaki!" Spyro cried out, his voice echoing off the carved pillars. "I can't explain it... what is that? What's happening?!"
Before Masaki could answer, a violent tremor shook the foundations of the structure. Dust and small pebbles rained down from the ceiling.
"The temple is under attack," Spyro said, his eyes wide as he looked toward the sealed inner sanctuary. "The Fairy Tree has withered, and there's no way to enter the temple's deeper chambers now. The magic is completely blocked."
Masaki braced himself against a pillar as another tremor rolled through the floorboards. "Under attack? By who? I was on my way to see Paul, the chief and owner of the Honky Tonk Cafe, on official business for Queen Serenity. This wasn't exactly on my itinerary."
"This place is dangerous for children. You should go home."
The cold, sharp voice cut through the chaos. Masaki turned to see Kyogi Kagimi stepping out from the shadows of a collapsing archway. He didn't look panicked at all; his eyes were fixed on a small, ornate cage hanging from a nearby sconce, containing a shivering, glowing fledgling.
"So, that little bird in the cage is mine," Kyogi murmured, ignoring the chaos around them. He raised a hand toward the ceiling, where faint, fractured beams of colored light were breaking through the stone. "Light of the crystals... Oh, great golden kingdom, Elysion, hear me..."
"Hello again, Kyogi Kagimi, wasn't it?"
Another voice sneered from the upper gallery. A figure leaned over the stone railing, looking down at the gathering below with a mixture of amusement and disdain.
Kyogi didn't look up, but his jaw tightened. "What's someone like you doing here?"
The figure laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "Who would have thought there'd be a whole four of us left? But it begs a much bigger question, Kyogi. Why is someone from the High Floors following the orders of Makubex?"
The mention of the name hung heavily in the air, overlapping with the distant roars of whatever forces were tearing the Dragon Temple apart. Masaki looked between the legendary dragon, the stoic warrior, and the traitor in the rafters, realizing his meeting at the Honky Tonk Cafe would have to wait. A much larger war had just arrived at their doorstep.
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