Dragon Force

The days passed in a blur of sweat, mana, and fire.

Training with Valor was unlike anything I had ever experienced. He didn't bark commands like an instructor or spoon-feed lessons like a textbook. Instead, he taught with silence, with presence. Every movement he made carried centuries of experience—when he slashed the air, it was like time bent around him.

For a whole week, I lived inside the rhythm of the Art of Dragon Slayer—a form so primal, so refined, it felt like the world itself had a heartbeat, and I was learning to match it.

Day by day, I grew sharper. Stronger. Faster. Not just in body—but in will. I stopped relying solely on power and began to understand control. I could feel the dragon energy coursing through me, my dark mana syncing with the force of the art in perfect harmony.

 By the seventh day, I could execute advanced techniques without even thinking. My body responded like it had been waiting for this moment all its life.