The mountains of Ashkarath lood like jagged teeth against the horizon, their peaks veiled in ash and storm. Here, in caverns carved by ancient dragons, legends said the last of the Ironfang dragonborn still lived, hiding from humans and elves alike.
Sonar and his three Executioners — Veyra, Korrak, and Nyssara — approached silently. The air slled of sulfur and old blood.
[Potential Executioner Detected: Draven Ironfang – Title: “The Last Wyrmborn.”]
[Evaluation: Loyalty Achieved Through Vengeance.]
Veyra’s eyes narrowed. “A dragonborn in hiding… alone. This one will test you, Sovereign. Pride and fury run in their veins.”
Sonar’s smile was cold. “Good. I do not seek obedience without fire. Let him burn — then bend him.”
They entered the cavern, the sound of dripping water echoing through the hollow halls. Shadows flickered across scales and stone.
A roar shattered the silence. From the darkness, a massive figure erged, its black-scaled body rippling with muscle, wings folded, eyes glowing red like embers. Draven Ironfang.
“You trespass,” he bellowed, voice like rolling thunder. “Humans… elves… fools. Do you think you can walk among my ancestors’ bones unscathed?”
Sonar stepped forward, unafraid. “I do not co as a thief. I co as a liberator — and a master. Your enemies have hunted you, left you to rot. I offer vengeance. Power. Purpose. Join .”
Draven laughed, a sound like rocks grinding together. “Vengeance? Purpose? Words of n who think their chains matter to a wyrmborn. Leave now, or die.”
With that, Draven surged forward, wings spreading wide. He was a force of nature, claw and tail striking with devastating speed. Korrak stepped forward, hamr raised, but Sonar raised a hand.
Not yet.
The dragonborn tested him, lightning crackling along his horns, fire curling from his maw. And Sonar watched, analyzing every movent, every weakness. Then, when the beast lunged for him, Sonar vanished in a swirl of black flas.
The dragonborn’s attack t only shadows. When he turned, Sonar stood on a ledge above, black eyes glowing.
“You are strong,” Sonar said softly. “But strength without direction is nothing. You burn without a fla. Follow , Draven Ironfang, and I will give your fury a purpose.”
Draven snarled, then paused. For the first ti in decades, his rage faltered. A boy… a mortal… speaking as if he could wield dragons as one wields a sword.
“Prove it,” Draven growled.
Sonar’s flas surged, a black inferno curling around his palm, and with a thought, the very rocks of the cavern bent, hurled, and shattered — a display of power that even the dragonborn could not ignore.
Silence fell. Draven’s chest heaved. He lowered his wings slightly, a sign of respect.
“I am the last of the Ironfang,” he said, voice low, grudgingly accepting the truth. “I live for vengeance… for my fallen clan… and for fire unbroken. If you can lead , then I will follow. But betray , and I will tear you apart.”
Sonar extended a hand. “Then let your vengeance burn for . I am Sonar Von Draconia. Lead with , and together we will carve kingdoms from the earth.”
Draven pressed his clawed hand into Sonar’s. The Guide System chid:
[Recruitnt Complete: Draven Ironfang – The Dragon Wyrm.]
[Fifth Executioner Acquired.]
A roar echoed through the cavern — neither anger nor warning, but triumph.
Five shadows now walked behind Sonar: the fang, the fist, the fallen star, the silent shadow, and the dragon.
The Draconic Executioners were halfway complete.
And the world had yet to see the fire they would bring.
🔥 End of Chapter Six.
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