dragon power

Volume 3: The Tower of Blood

Chapter 7: The Assassin and the Dragon Strike

The abandoned city stretched endlessly—crumbling towers, shattered streets, and buildings half-eaten by time and nature. It was silent, save for the footsteps of four figures: Lee Hwan and his three newly recruited guild members. This was a place untouched by players for years, rumored to be cursed, but Lee knew better—he had sensed something dangerous here. Something… worth testing his team against.

But just as they passed the ruins of a collapsed bridge, a shadow descended from a rooftop.

SLASH!

A blade shimmered in the air, aiming straight for Lee's heart—but stopped just inches away.

The attacker's hand trembled. "H-How?"

Lee Hwan stood, unfazed. His dragon aura had automatically shielded him.

"Someone really sent a level 125 assassin after me?" he asked, his tone casual.

The assassin stepped back, stunned. "Your level is only 105… how could you block my instant-kill strike?!"

Lee smiled faintly. "Do you want to see what real power looks like?"

Before the man could retreat, Lee's aura exploded.

He infused his dragon aura into his blade—crimson and blue flames wrapping around it like a divine storm. The ground beneath cracked as the sheer heat and pressure of his energy radiated outward.

"Dragon Strike."

Lee slashed forward.

A streak of energy surged through the air like a divine blade. It didn't just slice the assassin's path—it cut straight through a massive building, which crumbled in seconds, reduced to rubble from top to bottom.

The assassin fell to his knees. "M-Monster… no, this isn't human…"

Lee walked toward him calmly. "I suggest you tell whoever sent you… don't waste their pawns. Next time, they might not survive."

The assassin fled, terrified, disappearing into the ruins.

Lee's team had watched the entire event in awe.

"Was… was that the power of a monarch?" one of them whispered.

Lee sheathed his sword. "No… not yet. But soon."

To Be Continued...