Alpha's heavy steps echoed against the rocky ground, each stride stirring the earth beneath him. As he drew closer to the mouth of the cave, the darkness clung to him like a heavy shadow — retreating from the growing storm of his anger. It was as if the earth itself feared the touch of his feet. And within his mind, a voice burned with quiet fury.
It had been a long time since he abandoned his isolation — but today... today felt different. Something in the air was shifting, something unexpected. As though the world itself was teetering on the edge of inevitable chaos.
In a low, rough voice soaked in boredom and quiet mockery, he muttered to himself:
"Years I've buried myself here... far from the noise of mankind. Yet they always find a way to stir things up again. Always so desperate to disturb my peace."
He paused for a moment, his eyes flashing with a dark glint, then continued — his voice colder, sharper:
"I thought they'd learn how to die quietly... but no. They don't know how to leave without making a mess. No... they insist on breathing their last in noise and foolishness. Pathetic."
Slowly, he raised his head, staring into the shadows before him. His eyes gleamed with a grim purpose as he let out a deep sigh — one that carried a weight of rage barely held in check.
But something on the horizon caught his attention.
It wasn't sound. It wasn't chaos.
It was the sky itself.
It was changing — unnaturally twisting and stirring — as if a great vortex was forming above, devouring everything in its path.
His anger was no longer the only thing burning within him — there was a strange acceleration in the air, as though the moment itself was rushing ahead of time.
"Ah..." he whispered to himself, eyes narrowing as he watched the sky churn. Then, without hesitation, he turned — ready to move toward the city.
"They're about to see me."
Unfolding his black wings with quiet grace, Alpha rose into the air, soaring toward the distant city. The skies darkened around him, growing heavier with confusion and dread. The winds howled against him — as if trying to resist his presence — but Alpha would not be deterred.
This was more than just wind.
Something was coming.
Something dark.
As he flew, a deeper sensation coiled in his chest — space and time seemed to warp around him. The winds howled like ancient dragons whispering from forgotten ages.
And when he glanced down — the city came into view.
But something strange hung in the sky — something that didn't belong in this world.
"This isn't just a storm," he whispered, his eyes widening in realization. "This is the beginning of the end."
As he neared the city, the streets lay scattered with bodies, broken buildings standing as silent witnesses to the violence that had torn through them. People were fleeing in every direction, their screams filling the air — but nothing could stop what was coming.
Alpha inhaled deeply, his gaze cold and detached as he surveyed the scene — then muttered to himself:
"What happened here...?"
Turning his gaze toward the heart of the city, he saw them — a gathering of soldiers and mages standing before a fallen king. The monarch lay collapsed on the ground, his face pale, his body utterly drained of strength.
It looked like an ordinary war between nations — yet something was undeniably wrong.
The air was heavy.
Dark.
Everything seemed to recoil from the gravity of the moment.
And then... something else appeared.
Something far more terrifying than anything their minds could imagine.
A monster.
A creature so dreadful it froze the hearts of all who saw it. Darkness trailed behind its steps like a terrible storm cloud — and something unspeakable followed in its wake.
Standing before the fallen king, one of its wounds began to heal — its aura swelling with terrifying energy. A sinister smile spread across its cruel features — a grin that promised death and devastation to all that remained.
The soldiers, frozen in shock, heard a deep sound that shook the earth — a roar like that of an ancient dragon. The sound echoed like the wind tearing through mountain peaks — sharp and merciless.
One of the soldiers whispered in trembling disbelief:
"W... what is that...? A... a dragon?"
Then, in a sudden cry of horror, he shouted:
"DRAGON!"
All eyes turned — wide with awe and fear.
And there stood Alpha.
Not just a dragon — but something far older... something torn from the depths of forgotten time.
He descended to the ground in perfect silence — his gaze sweeping over the soldiers and the fallen king with utter disdain. A wide, dark smile spread across his face — his voice low, cold, dripping with cruelty:
"So... you're the reason behind all this noise that woke me from my slumber... huh?"
His eyes locked onto the monster approaching him — as if the challenge he spoke had become the key that would unlock something far greater... something the world was not ready to face.