Level Up Legacy

Chapter 1249  A Healing Rain

As the black dragon, known ominously as the Bringer of Death, wreaked havoc across the cities of East Sourna, Rain watched from the deck of her unique flying sailboat, her silver hair whipping wildly around her seductive frame. Her usually teasing temperament was replaced by a grave seriousness as she pursued the calamity she had inadvertently awakened.

Rain's recklessness in searching for her mentor, Valeria Storm, had led her to ancient ruins submerged under the Wide Sea that separated East from West Sourna. It was there, in the depths of a forgotten temple, that her actions had disturbed the slumber of the black dragon. The creature emerged from the depths, its scales as dark as the abyss and eyes glowing with a baleful light.

The dragon soared over the sea, its wings casting enormous shadows on the waves below. With every beat of its mighty wings, it spewed flames hot enough to incinerate anything in its path, turning ships into floating infernos. The pirates Rain had recruited pleaded with her to turn back, their voices filled with terror.

"We can't follow this beast, Rain! It's a death wish!" one of the pirates shouted over the roar of the wind and the cries of the burning ships.

But Rain's resolve was ironclad. "No! I won't let this dragon destroy more lives because of me!" she yelled back, her eyes fixed on the monstrous silhouette ahead.

Her flying sailboat, powered by wind runes, skimmed over the desert sands as they neared the coast. The technology was advanced, a testament to the ingenuity of Sourna's shipwrights, but even this marvel seemed fragile against the might of the dragon.

As the dragon reached the mainland, it descended upon the first city it encountered. Flames engulfed buildings and screams pierced the air - the sound of a city dying. Rain stopped her vessel at a safe distance, the scene unfolding before her like a nightmare. She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks as the distant cries of children and families being consumed by fire reached her ears.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice choked with despair. Just as she bowed her head in grief, a golden portal tore open the sky above the city.

Arthur Netherborne stepped out of the portal, his presence alone commanding the attention of all who witnessed it. His eyes, scarred by golden light, shone with a fierce determination. As he floated down towards the city, a profound spiritual presence emanated from him, pressing down like a physical weight upon the world itself.

The black dragon turned its terrible gaze upon Arthur, sensing a worthy adversary. With a deafening roar, it reared up, ready to challenge this new foe.

Arthur raised his hands, golden mana coalescing into intricate runes that floated around him like a halo of power. "I will not let you destroy any more lives," he declared, his voice resonating with a power that seemed to shake the very air.

The dragon responded with a jet of flame, but Arthur was swift. He wove his runes into a shield, a shimmering barrier of golden light that absorbed the fire. He then countered, sending a series of rune-etched bolts towards the dragon. Each bolt struck true, tearing through the dragon's scales and eliciting roars of pain from the beast.

Rain watched from her sailboat, her heart torn between hope and dread. Arthur was fighting a creature she had unleashed, and though she felt guilt and sorrow, she also felt a surge of admiration for the man confronting the dragon alone.

As the battle raged, Arthur's runes grew more elaborate, weaving a complex tapestry of magic that seemed to bind the dragon's movements. With a powerful incantation, he summoned a massive spear, glowing with the same golden light that marked his scars. With a mighty throw, he hurled the spear at the dragon's heart.

The dragon attempted to evade, but the spear followed, guided by Arthur's will. It struck the dragon squarely in the chest, causing the beast to bellow in agony. The dragon thrashed wildly, its wings beating a tempest around it, but the spear's magic began to consume it from within.

As the dragon's roars dwindled into whimpers, Arthur approached it, his expression one of solemn duty. "Rest now, creature of the old world. Be at peace," he said softly as the dragon took its last breath and its body began to dissipate into shadows, leaving behind only the echoes of its terror.

Rain stood on her ship, her hands clenched at her sides, witnessing the end of the chaos she had caused. Arthur turned to her, his gaze piercing even from a distance. His look was not one of judgment, but of understanding and an unspoken promise of redemption.

In the aftermath of the battle with the black dragon, Arthur Netherborne turned his attention to the city that had suffered under the dragon's fiery onslaught. As the great beast's form dissipated into shadows, the air still buzzed with the heat of its breath, the buildings and streets smoldering. Without a moment's hesitation, Arthur extended his hands, his fingers tracing complex runes that shimmered with a golden light.

With a series of incantations, he summoned a gentle, steady rain, not from the clouds, but conjured by his magic, which fell upon the city. The flames hissed and steamed under the cool droplets, gradually extinguishing the fire that had begun to consume the structures. His runes worked tirelessly, weaving through the air, seeking out the injured and the burnt, soothing pain, and healing wounds with a touch of golden radiance.

Rain, standing aboard her sailboat, watched the city transform from a scene of devastation to one of miraculous recovery. Moved by the sight and driven by a mix of guilt and admiration, she stepped onto the sandy shores and made her way into the city. The people of Sourna, who had moments ago faced the wrath of a dragon, now looked upon Arthur as a savior—a figure of awe and deep gratitude.

As she moved through the crowd, Rain's presence drew attention, her striking appearance a stark contrast to the weariness of the survivors. When she saw Arthur, surrounded by those he was aiding, a surge of emotion overtook her. Without a thought for the eyes upon them, she rushed forward and threw her arms around him, her embrace nearly knocking him off his feet.

Arthur's laughter rang out, warm and genuine, as he hugged her back. "You haven't changed, Rain," he said, his voice filled with an affectionate mirth.

Rain pulled back slightly to look at him, her eyes tracing the golden scars that marred his sight. "But you have, Arthur. You've changed too much," she replied, her tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

Arthur's smile faded into a more somber expression as he touched the scars lightly with his fingertips. "I had to pay a price to save someone very important to me," he explained, his voice low.

"Who?" Rain asked, her heart sinking with a strange premonition. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Diana," Arthur said, his voice softening at the mention of her name.

Rain's expression changed instantly; her embrace loosened as she stepped back, her eyes wide with surprise and a twinge of pain. "Diana... she's back?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Arthur nodded, his grin returning, bright and reassuring. "Yes, she's returned. And she's stronger than ever," he added, his pride in Diana evident in his tone.

The news stirred a tumult of emotions in Rain. Diana—the woman Arthur had loved before the chaos of merged worlds, before the trials that had transformed him. The mention of her name brought back memories and old feelings, complicated and bittersweet.

Rain looked around at the faces of the people of Sourna, seeing in their eyes a mixture of reverence and relief directed at Arthur. It was clear he had become more than just a hero; he was a symbol of hope, a beacon in the darkest times.

After the tumultuous emotions settled, Rain guided Arthur back to her ship. As they walked, the air around them thick with the scents of a city recovering, Rain recounted the series of events that led to her awakening the black dragon. Her voice was low, mixed with regret and a somber realization of her own recklessness.

"I was searching through ancient ruins under the sea," Rain explained, her silver hair catching the light as they walked. "I believed it might hold clues to where Valeria could be, but instead, I awoke something far more dangerous."

Arthur listened intently, his expression unreadable, the golden scars around his eyes glinting subtly. When she finished, he stopped, turning to face her with a serious gaze. "The dragon you awakened... it was not the real Black Dragon of Shadows, Rain," he revealed, his voice firm.

Rain looked at him, puzzled and slightly afraid. "What do you mean?"

"The creature we fought was just a shadow, a lesser form of the true Black Dragon. It seems the real threat might still be out there, lurking, waiting for its time," Arthur explained, his tone grave.

This new revelation sent a shiver down Rain's spine. The danger was far from over; it was possibly greater than they had just faced. With a nod, she led him towards the port where her ship was anchored, her mind racing with the implications of Arthur's words.

As they approached her ship, Rain's crew of pirates, who had been watching from the deck, recognized Arthur. Whispers spread quickly among them, their faces turning to expressions of hostility and suspicion. These were men and women who had suffered because of the merging of the worlds, their lives thrown into chaos and danger.

"You brought him here? The one responsible for all this?" one of the pirates barked, stepping forward with a hand on his weapon.

Rain's eyes flashed dangerously, her powers stirring as she faced her crew. "He is here to help," she started to say, her voice rising in anger.

But Arthur stepped forward, his presence calming yet authoritative. He raised his hands in a gesture of peace. "I understand your anger and fear," he began, his voice carrying across the tense air. "The merging of the worlds was meant to prevent a greater catastrophe, but I know it has caused much suffering."

The pirates looked at each other, their grips on their weapons tightening, but Arthur continued, unfazed. "I am here to make amends, to help face whatever threats come from the chaos we're all dealing with. I am truly sorry for the hardships you've faced."