"It's already morning..." Uriel murmured, his hoarse voice echoing lightly off the stone walls of the cave. Slowly, he stretched his draconic body, stiff muscles extending beneath his natural armor of ice-blue scales that reflected the pale glow of the morning light. As he stepped out of the cave, the fine snow falling gracefully landed on his back, melting upon contact with his cold, heavy, metal-like scales.
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Name: Uriel Redstone (Miguel Ramos)
Race: Ice Dragon
Age: 0 (28)
Maturity: Child
Level: 13/20
HP: 2600
MP: 1850
Titles: None
Stats:
- Strength: 60
- Speed: 29
- Intelligence: 37
- Vitality: 52
- Defense: 91
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"I only gained two levels..." he grumbled, his voice heavy with frustration. "It's getting harder and harder. I guess only truly powerful creatures can give me enough experience to level up now..."
Uriel sighed deeply, the steam of his warm breath mixing with the cutting cold of the mountain air. He turned, gazing into the void where his eye had once been. The wound had already healed, but the weight of the loss still burned in his soul.
"Damn it..." he muttered bitterly. "I really lost my eye... Damn it. This won't work. I need to find a way to hunt without risking myself so much. I'm in the Marvel world, and I know how absurdly dangerous that is. Way too dangerous."
He slowly opened his majestic wings, each membrane shimmering in silver-blue, but something made him stop. His eyes—or rather, his one eye—focused on a blue stain moving in the snow, distant but visible with his keen vision.
"Seven frost giants..." he said in a low tone, his lips curling into a cold smile. "I won't even need to look for you... If you came straight to my doorstep, I'll welcome you."
With a powerful flap of his wings, Uriel took off, the wind around him exploding in all directions, lifting snow and ice fragments from the mountainside as he launched into the sky like a blue arrow toward the intruders.
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"Did you see that?" asked one of the frost giants, eyes wide. His voice was heavy like breaking rock, filled with distrust and fear. He pointed toward the sky, where a massive shape had just vanished into the clouds.
"See what?" replied the leader of the giants with a harsh tone. "All I see is snow everywhere. If you saw something, say what it was." He turned, surveying the white vastness around them—snow-covered mountains, trees twisted by the cold, and a gray sky. Nothing unusual.
He looked at the other five giants, seeking some confirmation. They all shook their heads, their expressions unreadable.
"Seriously, none of you saw that?! It was huge... flying!" said the first, incredulous, feeling as if he were going insane.
"Then show me where it went," the leader replied, visibly irritated. "Stop trying to convince us of something no one else saw. But... if it really is the creature we're looking for, better safe than sorry."
"Leave it to me!" said the giant who had seen it, pushing the others to move forward, determined. But he stopped. In fact, they all stopped.
A colossal shadow—long, dense, threatening—fell over them.
Silence settled, broken only by the soft sound of falling snow. Slowly, they all looked up.
In the sky, descending with elegance and absolute power, was a magnificent being: a dragon covered in ice-blue scales, as radiant as polished blades. His wings were vast, covering the sky like storm veils. Two large horns curved backward from his head, and his single blue eye glowed with an intensity almost divine—like the very core of a frozen star.
The other eye was closed—a silent reminder of a past battle, a loss marked in flesh.
Uriel landed with a crash, his claws cracking the ice beneath his feet. The ground trembled.
The giants, for a moment, could not react. The presence now facing them was far more than they expected. And the worst: it was watching them. Uriel's blue eye analyzed them one by one, piercing their souls with its cold and relentless presence.
"Surrender... or die!" Uriel's voice echoed like a glacial thunder.
He felt no fear. Not anymore.
Since leveling up, he felt different. Stronger. If he faced again the frost giant who had cost him his eye, he knew—he would destroy that enemy with ease now.
"What is he saying?" thought the six frost giants at the same time, confused, staring at the imposing creature before them.
Uriel's words, strong and cold like the very mountain they stood on, echoed in the thin air, but made no sense to the giants. Still, the overwhelming presence of the dragon, his piercing gaze and near-divine aura spoke for themselves.
Then, suddenly, the silence broke.
"Oh, great being of the skies! He who descended upon the world! A god among gods! He who will bring glory!" exclaimed the frost giant who led the group, his deep voice trembling with emotion and fear. Without hesitation, he knelt, sinking one knee into the thick ice, as if before an ancestral deity.
"Damn... Is this the creature that destroyed the village of those green things? Maybe... But what the hell is this suffocating feeling? I can taste my death in the air!" thought the leader, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground, trying to stop the trembling in his body. "The pressure this being gives off doesn't compare to Thor's, but still... I know we have no chance. None."
"What are you doing?!" shouted one of the giants, alarmed, taking a step back, unsure whether to fight or flee.
"Do the same!" roared the leader, snapping his neck around violently. His voice exploded with authority and desperation. "Kneel now or we'll all be exterminated!"
With no alternative, one by one, the other five giants followed his lead. Each knee hitting the ice with weight and hesitation, their heads bowed, minds torn between fear and confusion.
From above, Uriel watched the scene with his single shining eye, half-closed in suspicion and curiosity.
"I don't understand their language... and they probably don't understand mine. So why are they kneeling? Did my size surprise them that much?" he murmured, his voice low like a distant thunder, scratching his chin with the tip of one of his claws. "We're not that different in height. Maybe... two meters taller when I stand. That shouldn't cause this kind of reaction."
For a few moments, he remained silent, pondering.
"Maybe I can communicate another way..." he thought, staring directly at the giants' leader. With a slow and controlled movement, he raised one of his claws in front of his body, firmly pointing toward the mountains, trying to indicate that he wanted them to lead him to their base.
The leader looked up, meeting the dragon's lone eye. For a moment, he hesitated—but then nodded in understanding.
"He understood... I think," murmured Uriel, watching as the giant carefully stood and said a few words to the others, who soon followed behind him.
Uriel remained still, eyes alert, analyzing every step.
"Better not take risks. It could very well be a trap," he thought coldly. "If it is, they'll have no chance to escape... But still, better to stay at an advantage. From the skies, I'll have a wide view. Nothing will escape my sight."
With a violent beat of his wings, Uriel took flight. The air currents reacted to his power, lifting whirlwinds of snow and ice around him. The sky, once silent, now roared with the sound of his flight, as he ascended, imposing, like a frozen omen hovering over the mountains.