MiuNovels

“Come not between the Dragon and his Wrath.”  
— William Shakespeare


The year was 2140, and Earth was nothing but a distant memory. Humanity now drifted through the galaxies aboard colossal ARKs, massive skyships that served as the last bastions of civilization. 

Yet, these ARKs were more than just floating cities; they were humanity’s last containers, preserving what remained of their species.

A century before Earth's final collapse, humanity discovered a gateway to a realm known as Eternia — a fantastical world straight out of myth and legend. 

Reaching this realm required more than just advanced technology; it demanded a complete departure from the physical body and entry into a mysterious process known as the Dream Weave.

In the present day, Cloud lived aboard ARK NO. 427, where he had been training from a young age to step into the Dream Weave. He was a standout among his peers, excelling in every tasks that came his way. 

Everything seemed to be on track for him — until the pivotal day of the Class Selection process.

I Only Tame Dragons

Dawnfire scoffed, eyeing Horizon's undead with a mix of wariness and disgust. Damon, David, and Ford—all reanimated and staring back at them with blank, lifeless eyes—stood like grim sentinels by the tent entrance.

"They're . . . unsettling. And to be honest, they stink. If you're going to do your ritual or whatever it is, could you at least command them to stay outside the tent? Kind of hard to relax with these guys hovering over us."

Horizon raised an eyebrow but gave a slight nod. Without a word, he signaled his undead to move back. It was a trivial matter, not worth arguing over. If it would keep them quiet, then so be it.

The three minions shuffled back, moving out of the tent and standing just beyond its entrance, their watchful gazes still fixed on the group.

As soon as they were outside, Velvet let out a sigh of relief, shooting Horizon a wary look. "I still don't trust him," she murmured.

The Shrouded Game