On the 13th step of the Storm God Inheritance,
The newborn baby dragon, shimmering with divine energy, was calling out for Kent but not to the ancient dragon spirit.
Both Kent and storm god consciousness stood side by side, stunned and awestruck. They never expected this sudden turn of events.
When the lightning had first struck during the trail, it had passed into both the egg and Kent’s core. This shared lightening energy had forged an unbreakable connection, one that the baby dragon felt towards Kent.
To the hatchling, Kent was not a stranger but a familiar spirit, bound by the same electric pulse that had given it life.
The Ancestor Dragon Spirit’s eyes narrowed as she took in the sight. Her initial pride and joy at the hatching her own kin were rapidly giving way to a seething fury.
“Ahrrrr…”
With a deafening roar that split the heavens, she let out a cry of anger and frustration. The skies darkened further, thunder rumbling ominously as she descended headfirst from the sky, her massive form streaking toward Kent like a bolt of living lightning.
“Move!” the Storm God consciousness shouted as he shielded Kent.
He positioned himself between Kent and the descending dragon, his form glowing with a protective aura.
The Ancestor Dragon Spirit halted abruptly, hovering mere feet away, her eyes blazing with a dangerous light.
“He is the inheritor of the Storm God legacy. You cannot harm him.” the Storm God consciousness declared firmly, his voice resonating with authority.
The Ancestor Dragon Spirit’s eyes flared with contempt. “A low-level human,” she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. “He is not worthy to be the master of my descendant.”
Kent felt a chill run down his spine. The air around him seemed to vibrate with the sheer force of her presence. “I didn’t mean to—” he started, but the words caught in his throat.
The Storm God consciousness raised a hand, silencing him gently. “He is not the master of that baby dragon” he said, turning to face the dragon spirit. “The lightning energy they share has formed a bond between them. The baby dragon feels close to him because of this connection.”
The Ancestor Dragon Spirit’s eyes narrowed further, her anger undiminished. “If this fellow dies, the bond will be lost,” she said, her voice a low, dangerous growl. “Why should I allow my descendant’s future to a fragile human?”
The Storm God consciousness hesitated, understanding the gravity of the situation. “The baby dragon also needs a guardian. You can’t stay by its side. Once, this inheritance ground leave this realm, you can’t control its fate. Someone has to protect and guide it until it evolves. I ask you to accept Kent as its guardian, not its master.”
The Ancestor Dragon Spirit paused, her massive form trembling with barely contained rage. Her mind raced through the implications, the potential risks, and the undeniable connection that had already formed. Her descendant’s future, its very survival, could depend on this bond.
Finally, she turned her piercing gaze to Kent, her eyes boring into his very soul. “You,” she said, her voice a rumble of thunder, “must swear on your heart. Swear that you will never subdue the baby dragon or try to master it.”
Kent felt the weight of her words, the immense responsibility being placed upon him. He took a deep breath, stepping forward with resolve. “I swear,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. “I will never subdue the baby dragon or seek to master it. I will protect and guide it with everything I have.”
The Ancestor Dragon Spirit studied him for a long, tense moment. Finally, she seemed to relent, the fury in her eyes dimming slightly. With a grim face, it moved closer to Kent and coiled around him.
After a brief staring, the ancestor dragon left a mark of dragon head on Kent’s right arm.
“Know this, Kent. If you fail in your oath, if you endanger my descendant in any way, there will be no power in this world or the next that can save you from my wrath.”
With that, she slowly ascended back into the sky, her massive form blending with the storm clouds once more.
The tension in the air eased, and the storm clouds began to part, revealing a sky that was slowly returning to calm.
Kent exhaled, feeling the weight of his new responsibility settle upon his shoulders. The baby dragon, sensing the change in atmosphere, nuzzled against him, its eyes filled with trust and a faint glow of recognition. The Storm God consciousness placed a reassuring hand on Kent’s shoulder.
The Storm God consciousness, now shimmering with a vibrant energy, turned toward Kent with an excited smile. His eyes, glowing with ancient wisdom, held a twinkle of genuine admiration.
“Young man,” the Storm God said, his voice resonant with approval, “I never expected this small realm to harbor someone so talented and blessed. You have proven yourself with will and fate. Let me pass on the legacy left by the Storm God.”
With those words, the Storm God placed a glowing palm on his own heart. Immediately, three items materialized before him, each radiating a powerful aura.
The first one was a divine quiver, shimmering with ethereal light. The second was a Golden Lightning Seed, pulsing with raw, untamed energy. The third was a divine disc, intricately engraved with ancient runes that glowed with a soft, otherworldly light
The Storm God lifted the divine quiver first, presenting it to Kent. “This divine quiver was the War God’s first gift to the Storm God. With it, you can place big and complicated spell arrows beforehand and use them instantly during battle. Also, this quiver will produce infinite number of lightening arrows which can be used instantly.” he explained.
Kent’s eyes widened with excitement as he took the quiver, its weight feeling both substantial and reassuring in his hands. He could sense the immense power contained within it, a promise of great potential in the battles to come.
Next, the Storm God took the Golden Lightning Seed and gently pressed it to Kent’s forehead. The seed vanished into his skin, merging seamlessly with his essence. Kent felt an intense surge of energy course through his body, lightning arcs dancing along his fingers. It was as if his very blood had turned to lightning, a potent force now at his command.
“With this seed, you are immune to all lightning spells and a master of the lightning element.”
Finally, the Storm God consciousness approached Kent, holding the divine disc with reverence. He placed it in Kent’s hands, and the disc vanished into Kent’s soul.
With a thought, Kent summoned it, and the disc emerged, spinning gracefully around him. It exuded a divine aura, sending arcs of lightning in a radiant display of power.
As Kent relaxed, the disc returned to a position behind his head, swirling vertically and casting a divine light, reminiscent of a true God.
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