[Writing Contest] Continue the Tale. Book 4. Chapter 1
"The dragon of Jhundan, with his angry gaze, looked at his mother's killer, and his blood slowly boiled, crying out for vengeance."
The sky above the Ashen Peaks turned a deep crimson as storm clouds gathered, summoned not by weather—but by wrath. The great dragon, Zhyvorn, spread his obsidian wings wide, casting a shadow over the battlefield below. His molten-gold eyes locked onto the figure standing atop the ruined spire: the knight in black armor, Ardan Valemir—the slayer of his mother.
Zhyvorn’s chest rumbled like thunder as ancient rage awakened within him. Flames licked the corners of his jaws, restrained only by his tightening will. He remembered her final roar, echoing in the valleys of Jhundan, a sound that shattered mountains and hearts alike. She had not begged. She had not fled. She had faced her killer with dignity—and died defending the last egg in her clutch: him.
"You wear her death like a crown," Zhyvorn snarled, his voice a trembling quake. "But you will leave this mountain with ashes in your throat."
Ardan raised his sword, its edge still blackened with dragon blood. “Then come, beast,” he spat, “and see how legends end.”
And so they charged—fire against steel, vengeance against guilt, a final reckoning written in smoke and fury.