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The underground forge remained frozen in silence.
Dust drifted slowly through the air.
Shattered fragments of the gigantic boulder still rolled across the stone floor while molten sparks rained from above like burning snow.
And at the very center of the destruction—
the barefoot child stood motionless.
The glowing sword trembled faintly in his small hands.
The crimson heat along the unfinished blade slowly faded into dark steel.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody even breathed.
Because every blacksmith inside the forge had witnessed the impossible.
Old Master Duran slowly lowered his hammer.
The giant blacksmith’s scarred face had turned pale beneath the furnace light.
His eyes remained locked on the boy.
“…That stance…”
The child immediately lowered his head.
As if realizing what he had just revealed.
He quickly stepped backward.
But before he could retreat—
a terrified worker suddenly pointed toward him.
“That sword art…”
“I know that symbol!”
Another blacksmith stared at the cracks beneath the boy’s feet.
Ancient circular markings had been carved into the stone floor from the force of the strike itself.
The old workers began whispering nervously.
“The Spiral Severance…”
“No… impossible…”
“That sword style vanished years ago…”
Then suddenly—
someone near the back of the forge whispered the forbidden name.
“The Dragon Fang Sword Clan.”
The entire chamber went silent again.
Even the furnaces seemed quieter.
Because everyone in Ashkar knew the story.
Twenty years ago—
the Dragon Fang Sword Clan had been exterminated by the royal family.
Not defeated.
Erased.
Their warriors were said to wield impossible sword arts capable of splitting rivers, collapsing castle walls, and cutting through entire cavalry charges with a single strike.
The king himself had declared them traitors to the crown.
Every member of the clan had supposedly died during the Night of Crimson Rain.
Including their children.
Including their bloodline.
Yet standing before them now—
was a starving barefoot child who had just used one of their legendary techniques.
The boy tightened his grip on the sword.
Then quietly turned toward the darkness beyond the forge.
“I should leave.”
But before he could move—
heavy metal doors suddenly exploded open above the forge stairway.
BOOM.
Royal soldiers stormed into the chamber.
Black armor.
Red cloaks.
Execution blades hanging at their waists.
The forge workers immediately backed away in fear.
At the front of the soldiers stood Captain Vael.
A tall scar-covered execution officer with cold silver eyes.
His gaze instantly locked onto the shattered boulder.
Then onto the child.
The captain slowly descended the stairs.
“…Interesting.”
Nobody dared speak.
The captain crouched beside the split stone.
His fingers brushed the perfectly clean cut running through the center.
Then his eyes narrowed.
“Who did this?”
Silence.
The workers exchanged terrified looks.
The child quietly stepped backward again.
But Old Master Duran suddenly moved first.
The giant blacksmith stepped in front of the boy.
“It was an accident,” Duran growled.
The captain’s expression remained emotionless.
“That is not what I asked.”
Several soldiers immediately placed hands on their swords.
The forge atmosphere tightened instantly.
Then—
one frightened young worker pointed directly toward the child.
“H-him…”
Duran turned furiously.
But it was already too late.
Captain Vael slowly looked toward the boy.
The child remained silent beneath the furnace glow.
Soot covered his face.
His ragged clothes hung loosely from his thin frame.
Yet something about his eyes made the captain pause.
Not fear.
Not panic.
Recognition.
A strange flicker crossed the executioner’s face.
Then it vanished.
“What is your name, child?”
The boy hesitated.
“…Ash.”
“Family name?”
Silence.
The captain stepped closer.
The surrounding soldiers tightened formation.
Even the blacksmiths seemed afraid to breathe.
Finally—
the child answered quietly.
“I don’t have one.”
Captain Vael stared at him for several long seconds.
Then his eyes slowly lowered toward the unfinished sword.
The blade still carried faint silver-red energy lines across the steel.
The captain’s expression darkened immediately.
Because he recognized them.
Ancient energy channels.
Dragon Fang forging marks.
The same markings described in the forbidden royal records.
Vael slowly stood.
Then calmly gave the order that froze the entire forge.
“Seize the boy.”
The soldiers moved instantly.
But the moment they approached—
Old Master Duran suddenly stepped between them.
The massive blacksmith raised his molten forge hammer.
“Nobody touches the child.”
The soldiers froze.
Captain Vael narrowed his eyes.
“You would oppose the crown for a beggar?”
Duran’s voice thundered through the forge.
“I’ve seen enough war to know what kind of men hunt starving children.”
The tension became suffocating.
Several workers slowly backed away.
One wrong move—
and the entire forge would become a battlefield.
Then suddenly—
Ash quietly stepped forward himself.
“Stop.”
Everyone looked at the child.
The boy slowly lowered the sword.
“I’ll go.”
Duran turned sharply.
“Kid—”
“It’s fine.”
Ash’s voice remained strangely calm.
Almost too calm for a child.
The captain studied him carefully.
Then finally nodded once.
“Wise decision.”
The soldiers surrounded the boy immediately.
But as they escorted him toward the stairway—
Ash briefly glanced back toward the shattered boulder.
And for the first time—
something cold appeared in his eyes.
Not fear.
Not sadness.
Hatred.
Deep.
Ancient.
Buried hatred.
Old Master Duran noticed it instantly.
And suddenly—
the giant blacksmith remembered something terrifying.
Years ago…
during the Night of Crimson Rain…
he had once seen the Dragon Fang warriors fighting beneath burning skies.
And right before they died—
their eyes had looked exactly the same.
Rain hammered the royal capital above.
Thunder echoed across towering black walls while soldiers dragged Ash through the streets toward the upper fortress.
Citizens stopped to stare.
Some laughed.
Others whispered nervously.
Because rumors had already spread.
“The underground forge boy…”
“The child who split a falling boulder…”
“Impossible…”
Ash ignored them all.
Cold rain soaked his ragged clothes.
Chains restrained his wrists.
Yet his face remained emotionless.
Captain Vael walked beside him silently.
After several minutes—
the captain finally spoke.
“Who taught you that sword art?”
Ash did not answer.
“You are too young to know those techniques.”
Still silence.
The captain’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“You know what the kingdom does to Dragon Fang survivors.”
At that—
Ash finally looked up.
Rainwater rolled down his dirty face.
“I know.”
Something about the boy’s calmness unsettled the captain deeply.
Children begged.
Children cried.
But this one…
walked like someone already prepared for death.
The fortress gates slowly opened ahead.
BOOOOOOM.
Ashkar’s royal citadel towered above the storm like a black mountain.
Lightning illuminated massive statues lining the walls.
Ancient kings.
Warriors.
Executioners.
And at the very center—
stood the colossal throne hall.
As Ash entered—
hundreds of nobles immediately turned toward him.
Whispers exploded across the chamber.
“That’s the child?”
“He’s tiny…”
“Impossible…”
The boy stood alone beneath towering black pillars while rain echoed outside.
At the far end of the hall—
King Vaelor sat upon the obsidian throne.
Old.
Cold-eyed.
Wrapped in black royal armor.
The ruler of Ashkar slowly stared down at the child.
For several long seconds—
the hall remained silent.
Then the king finally spoke.
“Raise his head.”
A soldier grabbed Ash roughly by the hair.
The boy’s face lifted toward the throne.
Gasps immediately spread among several elderly nobles.
Because the child’s face resembled someone they remembered.
Someone impossible.
King Vaelor noticed their reactions instantly.
His expression darkened.
“What is your age, boy?”
“Ten.”
“And your parents?”
Ash remained silent.
The king’s voice hardened.
“Answer.”
“…Dead.”
The throne hall became quieter.
Then Captain Vael stepped forward.
“Your Majesty… the child used an ancient Dragon Fang sword technique inside the underground forge.”
Murmurs spread immediately.
Several nobles looked terrified.
One elderly advisor suddenly stood.
“That clan must never rise again!”
Another noble pointed angrily.
“Execute him immediately!”
“He carries cursed blood!”
The shouting grew louder.
But throughout all of it—
Ash remained completely silent.
King Vaelor studied him carefully.
Then finally asked the question nobody expected.
“Who gave you that sword?”
Ash slowly looked toward the unfinished blade resting beside the guards.
Then quietly answered:
“I made it.”
Laughter immediately erupted across the hall.
“A starving child forged that?”
“Ridiculous.”
But Captain Vael did not laugh.
Because he had inspected the weapon himself.
And hidden beneath the steel—
he had found ancient layered forging patterns impossible for modern blacksmiths to recreate.
The king noticed the captain’s silence.
“…Speak honestly, Vael.”
The execution captain hesitated.
Then answered carefully.
“The blade carries Dragon Fang forging methods.”
The laughter stopped instantly.
The throne hall turned cold again.
King Vaelor slowly leaned forward on the throne.
For the first time—
something almost resembling fear flickered across his face.
Then suddenly—
an enormous explosion shook the palace.
BOOOOOOM.
The entire throne hall trembled violently.
Nobles screamed.
Dust rained from the ceiling.
A soldier burst through the doors in panic.
“YOUR MAJESTY!”
“The eastern wall has fallen!”
Another explosion echoed outside.
The king immediately rose.
“What happened?!”
The soldier looked horrified.
“Something attacked the capital…”
Then—
a roar thundered across Ashkar.
Not human.
Not beast.
Something far older.
The entire throne hall froze.
Even the king’s face lost color.
Because everyone recognized that sound.
Dragon.
Another explosion erupted outside.
Massive screams echoed from the city streets.
The nobles panicked instantly.
“A dragon?!”
“That’s impossible!”
“They vanished years ago!”
But Ash…
slowly lifted his head.
And for the first time since entering the palace—
emotion appeared on his face.
Recognition.
Then the throne hall windows exploded inward.
CRAAAAASH.
Flames burst through the chamber.
Soldiers screamed as gigantic black claws tore through the fortress wall itself.
The enormous dragon head emerged through smoke and shattered stone.
Golden eyes burned like fire.
The beast roared directly into the throne hall.
Half the nobles collapsed in terror.
“BLACK DRAGON!”
Chaos erupted instantly.
Guards raised weapons.
Archers fired desperately.
But their arrows shattered harmlessly against the dragon’s scales.
The creature ignored everyone.
Its burning eyes locked onto only one person.
Ash.
The child stared back silently.
Then—
the dragon slowly lowered its gigantic head before him.
The entire throne hall froze.
Even the king stopped breathing.
Because the impossible creature had not come to destroy the child.
It had come to kneel before him.
A deep ancient voice suddenly echoed inside Ash’s mind.
You survived.
The boy’s eyes widened slightly.
Not fear.
Memory.
Fragments suddenly exploded through his mind.
Fire.
Screaming.
Burning rain.
A woman pushing him into darkness.
A warrior covered in blood kneeling before him.
And one final sentence—
Live… no matter what happens… live.
Ash staggered slightly.
The dragon’s voice continued.
You are the final heir.
The king suddenly screamed from the throne.
“KILL THEM BOTH!”
Soldiers charged instantly.
But before they could reach the child—
the dragon unleashed black flames across the hall.
BOOOOOOOOOOM.
Stone exploded.
Entire columns collapsed.
The throne chamber descended into chaos.
Ash stood frozen amidst the destruction.
Final heir.
The words echoed endlessly in his mind.
Then suddenly—
Captain Vael grabbed him violently.
“MOVE!”
The execution captain pulled the child through collapsing debris while nobles fled screaming around them.
Ash looked at him in confusion.
“You’re helping me?”
Vael’s expression remained grim.
“I should have recognized your eyes sooner.”
The captain shoved open a side passage.
“Your father once saved my life.”
Ash froze completely.
“My… father?”
Vael looked back briefly.
“He died protecting this kingdom.”
The boy’s heartbeat thundered.
Nothing made sense anymore.
The Dragon Fang Clan were traitors.
That was what everyone said.
That was what history said.
Yet now—
the royal execution captain was claiming the opposite.
Another explosion shook the palace.
The dragon roared above them.
Vael quickly led Ash deep beneath the fortress corridors.
Finally—
they reached an ancient sealed chamber hidden underground.
Massive stone doors covered in forgotten symbols stood before them.
Ash immediately recognized the markings.
Dragon Fang symbols.
Vael slowly turned toward him.
“Your clan was betrayed.”
The boy stared silently.
“The Dragon Fang warriors protected Ashkar for centuries,” Vael continued quietly. “But King Vaelor feared them. Feared their power. Feared the dragons obeyed them instead of the throne.”
The captain’s jaw tightened.
“So he murdered them.”
Ash felt coldness spread through his chest.
“No…”
Vael nodded grimly.
“The Night of Crimson Rain was not a battle.”
His voice lowered.
“It was an execution.”
The child’s hands trembled.
Memories flashed harder now.
Blood-covered streets.
Burning homes.
A woman crying.
His mother.
Then—
Vael slowly drew a small object from beneath his armor.
An ancient silver medallion shaped like a dragon.
Ash’s breathing stopped.
Because he remembered it.
His mother once wore it.
“She asked me to protect you if you survived,” Vael said quietly.
The boy stared at the medallion.
Then slowly looked upward.
“You knew?”
“I suspected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
The captain’s eyes darkened painfully.
“Because the king slaughtered anyone connected to your clan.”
Silence filled the chamber.
Then suddenly—
heavy footsteps thundered above them.
The king’s soldiers.
Vael immediately drew his sword.
“They found us.”
Ash looked toward the sealed stone doors.
Ancient energy faintly pulsed behind them.
“What’s inside?”
Vael hesitated.
Then answered:
“The last Dragon Fang sanctuary.”
The footsteps grew closer.
The captain turned toward the child.
“Ash… listen carefully.”
His voice became deadly serious.
“Your father did not die during the massacre.”
The boy froze again.
“He challenged the king himself inside this sanctuary.”
Vael slowly pointed toward the doors.
“And nobody ever saw either of them again.”
BOOOOM.
The outer corridor exploded.
Royal soldiers stormed toward them.
Vael raised his blade immediately.
“GO!”
Ash ran toward the ancient doors.
The dragon medallion trembled in his hand.
The symbols across the stone suddenly began glowing.
Then—
the sanctuary doors slowly opened.
A massive hidden chamber revealed itself beyond.
Ancient swords lined the walls.
Dragon statues towered across the darkness.
And at the very center—
stood a man kneeling beside a black stone altar.
Alive.
Ash stopped breathing.
The man slowly lifted his head.
Long black hair streaked with silver.
Scarred armor.
Ancient eyes filled with exhaustion.
Then the man whispered the impossible.
“…Ash?”
The boy’s knees nearly gave out.
Because despite the years—
despite the scars—
he recognized the face instantly.
His father.
Behind him—
Captain Vael stared in complete shock.
“That’s impossible…”
The kneeling man slowly stood.
Pain crossed his face as he looked at the child.
“You survived…”
Ash’s voice broke apart.
“You’re alive…”
Then suddenly—
another voice echoed through the sanctuary.
Cold.
Ancient.
Cruel.
“Yes.”
Everyone turned instantly.
And from the shadows behind the altar—
King Vaelor emerged slowly.
Alive.
Uninjured.
Smiling.
The entire chamber froze.
Ash’s father immediately stepped forward protectively.
But the king only laughed softly.
“You still do not understand, Kael.”
Ash stared in confusion.
Kael?
The king slowly spread his arms.
“There was never a massacre.”
Silence.
Then the king smiled wider.
“I created one.”
Ash’s father clenched his fists violently.
“You murdered thousands.”
“No,” the king replied calmly. “I saved this kingdom.”
The old ruler slowly walked toward the altar.
“The dragons were dying. The ancient sword arts were fading. Ashkar was collapsing.”
His eyes burned unnaturally now.
“So I needed something stronger.”
Captain Vael suddenly realized the truth first.
And his face turned white.
“No…”
The king laughed softly.
“The Dragon Fang bloodline was never destroyed because of fear.”
He looked directly at Ash.
“It was cultivated.”
The child felt ice spread through his body.
Then the king revealed the final horror.
“Your entire clan was sacrificed… to create you.”
The sanctuary went silent.
Ash’s heartbeat stopped.
“What…”
The king’s smile widened.
“The strongest Dragon Fang warrior…”
He pointed toward Ash’s father.
“The final dragon…”
He pointed upward toward the roaring beast outside.
“And the blood of every fallen swordsman…”
His eyes locked onto the child.
“All combined into a single heir.”
Ash staggered backward.
The king’s voice echoed across the chamber.
“You were never meant to survive the massacre.”
Then—
he smiled.
“But you became perfect.”
Suddenly—
the dragon medallion in Ash’s hand exploded with light.
Ancient energy erupted through the sanctuary.
The swords lining the walls began trembling violently.
And for the first time—
Ash finally understood why the sword arts came naturally to him.
Why dragons recognized him.
Why the ancient forge flames bent toward him.
He carried all of them inside him.
Every fallen warrior.
Every ancient sword memory.
Every dying dragon soul.
The king slowly drew a black blade.
“Now,” he whispered, “show me what my creation became.”
Then he attacked.
BOOOOOOM.
The sanctuary exploded into battle.
Ancient sword energy tore through the chamber.
Ash barely blocked the strike with his unfinished blade.
The impact shattered stone behind him instantly.
The king moved impossibly fast.
Far beyond human.
Because he too had stolen fragments of Dragon Fang power.
Ash’s father charged beside him.
Their blades collided against the king in a storm of silver fire.
Captain Vael joined the battle immediately.
The sanctuary became chaos.
But despite fighting together—
they were losing.
The king’s stolen power was monstrous.
He slammed Ash’s father through an entire stone pillar.
Then nearly cut Vael down across the chest.
Finally—
the king turned toward Ash alone.
“You are still incomplete.”
The black blade rose slowly.
“So I will finish forging you in death.”
Ash gripped the unfinished sword tightly.
Fear shook through him.
Pain.
Loss.
Hatred.
All of it surged violently.
Then—
he remembered the forge.
The falling boulder.
The ancient stance.
Slowly—
the child lowered his breathing.
The sanctuary suddenly became silent around him.
The king paused.
Ancient energy spiraled around Ash’s bare feet.
The unfinished sword began glowing silver-red once more.
But this time—
thousands of faint spectral figures appeared behind him.
Dragon Fang warriors.
An entire lost clan.
Standing silently beside the child.
The king’s smile finally disappeared.
“No…”
Ash slowly opened his eyes.
And every spirit moved with him.
The child raised the blade.
Then unleashed the final Dragon Fang sword art.
The sanctuary vanished beneath silver light.
One single strike crossed the chamber.
Silent.
Beautiful.
Absolute.
For one long second—
nobody moved.
Then—
the king’s black sword shattered into dust.
A thin silver line appeared across his armor.
Across his chest.
Across his stolen power itself.
The old ruler stared downward in horror.
“How…”
Ash’s voice remained calm.
“You can steal power.”
The child slowly lowered the blade.
“But not the hearts behind it.”
The king collapsed.
And the stolen darkness consuming Ashkar vanished instantly.
Outside—
the black dragon roared beneath clearing skies.
Morning sunlight finally broke through the storm above the capital.
And deep within the sanctuary—
the spirits of the Dragon Fang Clan slowly began fading peacefully into light.
Ash’s father stepped toward him weakly.
For several seconds—
neither spoke.
Then finally—
the man knelt before the child and pulled him into his arms.
And for the first time in years—
the boy who survived the massacre finally cried.
