The forest was wrapped in a silence beyond all things. Merlin's spell had ended, leaving only a dark echo in the sky. But the dragon was ready to pay the price for its awakening. Fire flowed from its eyes, altering the air around it, and the heat of its breath began to envelop everything.
When the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived, the dragon's colossal wings filled the sky. As it spread its arms, its massive body sent a subtle tremor through the earth. Merlin closed his eyes, focused his hands—still pulsing with magic—on the creature's wings.
And then…
ROOOAAARRR!!!
A thunderous roar exploded! The heavens shook; the stars themselves trembled as if they might fall to the earth. The dragon's breath scorched the ground, creating a vacuum in the air. The roar was so powerful that the earth quaked. Trees collapsed, stones were flung into the air. The atmosphere shifted; the wind turned fierce, and people froze in place for a moment.
This was no mere animal's cry. It was the manifestation of Merlin's power, the return of the ancient times. This echo from the depths of the world awakened all the people from their sleep.
The people saw the burst of light in the sky. Goosebumps covered their skin; some jumped up and shrank back in fear, while others stared in pure astonishment. Many realized the dragon had returned. They understood from the roar that the source of power had been reawakened by Merlin. A glimmer of hope sparked in their eyes. For this symbolized the end of darkness and the rebirth of their freedom.
They looked at one another and, instead of fear, rose with joy. The time had come to be free from evil, destruction, and oppression. The dragon's presence marked the beginning of the end for wickedness. Many, who had lived like slaves for years, now cried out in celebration of their liberation:
"FREEDOM!"
"MERLIN!"
"FREEDOM!"
But at that moment…
Evil had awakened.
Though the dragon's roar seemed like a chance to celebrate freedom, it also ignited the wrathful awakening of the seven dark sorcerers. When they heard the roar, they felt a wave of rage. Once again, they realized the sheer power Merlin held—and instead of accepting it, they deepened their dark magic and swore vengeance.
Their eyes were blood-red. A black mist hung over them. The most powerful among them, their leader named Veroth, trembled with fury and gave the command:
"This is not the end—it is the beginning of a new end. While they dream of freedom, we will crush them and erase them from existence!"
And with a blast of dark magic, the seven evil sorcerers set their plan into motion. Using their powerful spells, they began to terrorize and kill the people. Each one unleashed horrifying magic. Veroth sent a massive bolt of lightning into the sky, while the others shattered the ground beneath them. Despite the dragon's presence, the peace of the people was short-lived.
Because the wicked would stop at nothing to destroy them.
Storms and dark spells devastated parts of the land. Screams rose into the air. The remaining people were on the verge of collapse. Their freedom was no longer guaranteed—it had become a struggle for survival.
But this only fueled Merlin's rage even more. His face darkened as the dragon hovered in the sky above. His hands began to tremble, and in his eyes burned a single purpose: As long as these evildoers continued to destroy his people with their dark powers, Merlin would obliterate them—forever.
Merlin (with furious determination):
"This war will not end until it's over. The darkness… will face