Tower of Druaga: Legend of the Black Dragon Awakening of Phobos
The air inside the lower tiers of the Tower of Druaga was unusually still. For the first time in three years, the eternal, suffocating heat of the demonic fortress had broken, replaced by the Aether Convergence—an enchanted season that occurred only when the celestial spheres aligned. A soft, iridescent mist drifted through the stone corridors, casting a mysterious spell over the vast tower and visibly weakening the demons within. Their roars were muted, their dark magic suppressed by the ambient light.
Leaning against a crumbling pillar, a figure wrapped in a heavy, tattered cloak watched a shadow approach from the mist.
"Come closer so I can see you in the light," the figure called out, voice raspy but sharp.
The traveler stepped forward, the glowing mist illuminating a sharp jawline, unfamiliar armor, and a fiercely stoic expression.
The cloaked man stepped back, eyes widening. "Tell me why you have returned here... What do you mean? Your appearance has changed... but not your eyes. Your eyes give everything away." A bitter, knowing smile crossed his face. "You are The Black Dragon Warrior Prince, Phobos—the terror of the skies."
Phobos didn't deny it. He merely crossed his arms, his gaze shifting past the cloaked man to another figure emerging from the shadows behind them.
"So... you're Masaki Karsu, the last of the Four Kings of the old Volts," Phobos countered, his voice deep and resonant. "I am surprised you made it here."
Masaki Karsu chuckled darkly, pulling back his hood to reveal the weathered face of a legendary swordsman. "It takes more than a few weakened tower beasts to keep a King down." He turned his attention to the third member of their uneasy alliance, who was standing near a glowing pedestal. "Masaki Karsu told Kyogi Kagimi and Prince Phobos..." He gestured toward the altar. "Look. It's at torus, finally."
Resting upon the stone structure was the prize they had all risked their lives to find: The Seal of Phobos.
Kyogi Kagimi stepped into the light, his eyes fixed on the artifact. It was deceptively modest—a small metal talisman crafted from an unknown, starlight-silver alloy, stamped firmly with an intricate royal crest.
"So this is it," Kyogi whispered, reaching out to hover his hand over the metal. "The relic of the Black Dragon lineage."
"Be careful," Phobos warned, the draconic energy in his veins humming in response to the artifact's proximity. "It has the power to open anything, and reveal anything hidden. If you unlock the inner sanctum of Druaga while the demons are weakened, what we find inside might change the world forever."
Masaki gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes darting back to the winding stairs of the tower. "Then we open it now, while the enchanted season holds. Before the tower wakes back up."
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