The Journey through the Time Vortex
Veran and Raigor find themselves on the top of an ancient mountain, where time itself seems to tremble in the air. A huge portal of golden light opens before them: the entrance to the Sanctuary of the Time Dragon.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Raigor asks, his warrior instincts alert. "Dragons don't give answers for free."
Veran grit his teeth. "We have no choice."
They pass through the portal and find themselves in a place outside of reality: a dimension where time flows in all directions at once.
In front of them, a huge figure materializes out of nowhere.
A colossal dragon, its scales shimmering like a starry universe in motion. The Dragon of Time.
"You have altered fate," the creature roars, its voice an endless echo. "And now you seek the consequences."
Veran kneels. "Master of Time, we have come here to discover the truth. Who is the Puppet Master of War?"
The Dragon watches them, its flaming eyes peering into their souls. Then, with a flap of its wings, time around them shatters… and an image appears before their eyes.
The Identity of the Puppet Master of War
A palace shrouded in shadow. A throne as black as night.
And on that throne… a man in silver armor and an ivory mask.
Raigor and Veran hold their breath. They recognize him.
Veran clenches his fists, the venom in his body churning with rage. "Impossible…"
The Puppet Master of War was the Assassin King.
The man who slaughtered the Nyx Clan.
The man who sealed Veran's fate with blood.
The Time Dragon nods. "Now you know who your enemy is. But the future is not written yet."
Veran stands up, his eyes burning with vengeance. "Then we will rewrite it with our own hands."
Raigor draws his blade. "And this time, no one will stop us."