Prolog

A timeline was forgotten by mortal man before the years were counted. A human kingdom by the edge of the great forest named the Jaded Woods, the city was the center of the trade route. For multiple kingdoms that in turn makes it one of the most flourishing cities of its time. Flooded with people of all races who come seeking fortune, fame, and strength. Many now-famous people started here, like Xenos who came from a poor household and was able to start his own business that led to leading the merchant guild of his time. And Emlyn had people come from all over the Nazernick realm just to listen to his music. Most started with little to nothing, and through sear will and hard work. Became a legend forever marked down in history.

In a guildhall by the edge of the inner wall was a man known as the weakest adventure, despite being weaker than most, and was well known by the people for his sharp mind at fixing problems. But as an adventure he was lacking in every other aspect, unable to subjugate the weakest of monsters alone. Fate however always has a plan for each individual, and the likelihood of knowing your fate is nearly impossible.

The door to the courtyard flies open as a large man with silver-coated armor and a greatsword on his back walks into the light. The large man's face had a scar across his forehead, with short black hair and a goatee. He approaches a young-looking man in the middle of the courtyard practicing his swordplay.

He wraps his arm around the person laughing to himself "Why is a weakling like you still practicing with a sword, you may as well get back into the kitchen with the other ladies!"

The weakling in a timid voice laughs back politely as he is trying to pull himself out of Adar's grip "If I don't practice I'll never get better"

Adar pulls his hand back and pats the weaklings back knocking him over "If you aren't any better after all these years, you may as well throw in the towel now and give up."

The weakling struggles to regain his footing and looks at Adar "You of all people know I will never give up"

Adar looked at him for a moment and then smiled "I know you will not but you are starting to scare a lot of people every time you go out there even in a low-ranked dungeon. You always come out like you were battling a dragon"

The weakling starts heading to the door back to the main hall when an explosion is echoed throughout the town.

Adar points at black smoke rising from the outer wall "Im head there now! You stay here!" Jumps on top of the building and hops from rooftop to rooftop heading to the black smoke.

The Weakling "tch tch when do I ever listen to you" and starts to run down the street towards the smoke.

In the flame footsteps can be heard, the cry of a beast told never to be disturbed. The black smoke pushed aside revealing an extremely large wing dyed the color of blood. Crimson red scales and two glowing yellow eyes seen through the smoke. The flames are attracted to the body creating a shield around itself, as the mouth slowly opens we feel the flames of hell itself as fear courses through the veins of everyone who witnesses its might.

Adar stops on the roof closest to the black smoke witnessing the flames spew out of its mouth "Why is a red dragon here!!!!" He looks around to see the chard skeletons both large and small of many people, a small group of guards, and adventures running to the front lines. He jumps down in front of the group "Buy time for the civilians!"

As the dragon looks down at the ants coming towards it, prepares its fire breath.

Adar notices the change in mana around him and covers his body in a water sphere.

Two mages work together to create a barrier made of water and air.

As the flames are released from the dragon's mouth they flow in the street like a river. All but three were burnt to cinders.

Adar looks behind him flabbergasted at the destruction left behind. He swallows his saliva, feeling the burning sensation all around him. Burn marks shown on his armor and reviled skin. Stands up and marches forward with blind hope "For Nazernick!" as his blade comes into contact with the scales it cracks.

The two mages combined their magic to create a Spear of water being empowered by wind and shot it at the dragon only damaging a few of its scales.

The dragon turns its attention to the mages with the speed untraceable by the human eye drops down and swallows the two mages whole.

The weakling runs around the corner to see the towering behemoth of red scales and flames

Adar notices Weakling and yells at him "RUN!" Adar's body begins to glow with the intense power of chi, lunges himself right into the dragon's neck piercing through the scales and shattering his blade.

As Adar falls to the ground the dragon turns his head spewing his flames reducing Adar into ashes.

Weakling stares at the dragon with fear consuming his mind. Noticing the dragon flying to the side by an unknown force "What the?" as he once again chases after the dragon due to curiosity over fear. Sees the mysterious long white-haired woman looking as if she is walking down an invisible staircase towards the dragon. A long coat flowing in the wind wielding a short sword dyed in the color of blood made of material never seen by himself.

A bystander shrieks with fear "It's Mina the vampire mistress were all doomed!"

Weakling thought to himself (If she was here to destroy us then why is she attacking the dragon?)

Mina creates a wall of white thorns around her and launches a volley of attacks over and over. As she slowly walks towards the beast. Each thorn blasting chunks of scales of the main body.

The dragon enraged with pain charges at her covering its body with flames as it claws and snaps at her to no avail hitting an invisible wall.

Mina with a disgruntled expression begins to fight with her sword. Each contact knocks her and the beast back, as they are fighting the beast uses its tail exploiting the novice swordsmanship, and knocks her to the ground. Laying on the ground she looks over to a group of people mixed with guards and bystanders, she reaches her hand out and asks "Please help me help you!"

A frightened guard lets loose his arrow at her as it bounces off her skin. A bystander screams "all you monsters should just perish!"

The dragon flys down headfirst trying to devour her.

As weakling watches the dragon flying down, he is cloudy with emotions listening to the people (why are they wishing for their death) as the dragon is nearing close to her he rushes to Mina picking her up and moving her out of the way however his bottom half was devoured by the dragon.

Weakling lays there, feeling the numbness from his torso spreading to the rest of the body, the feeling of coldness overtaking the chest as he lays there in a pool of crimson thinking to himself. (They called her a monster, and yet if I had that strength I would love that title even if I had to give up my humanity to gain such power. It would be worth it.) His vision began to blur into an endless void. Only seeing the girl he saved standing there pushing his eyes closed, and hears "Thank you"

Mina stands up and grabs her sword from the ground next to her, and turns her attention back to the dragon. As the dragon's eyes sharply stare at her, Mina holds the sword in front of her and dashes forward in a flash appearing right in front of the dragon. Trusting her sword into the underbelly of the dragon multiple times.

The dragon coats its body in flames, spreading its wings to take off into the sky again. Using its wings in retaliation to forcefully jump back getting away from Mina, A bright light begins to appear from its neck as it is ready to breathe fire again.

Mina's eyes start to glow a Royal Blue color, and she reaches her hand out and begins to fill the sky with thorn's, She drops her weapon from one hand and holds her palm facing the dragon. Ice Thorns come out of the ground piercing into the dragon's strong hide freezing it in place. The uncountable amount of thorns created behind her began to fly towards the dragon one at a time with speed's untraceable, by the human eye besides the afterimage of its path.

The dragon's furious aura thickens under the intense pain, Spewing fire out in all directions covering everything with flames. After hundreds of spikes, the dragon finally closes its eyes.

The thorns creating in the sky that are still left began to crumble into what seemed like light snow falling to the ground. Mina lowers her head with exhaustion barely stopping herself from falling to the ground, she looks at the dragon and sharp pain can be felt in her chest. She looks down to see a blade that pierced through her heart slowly gets pulled out. Turning around unable to make out the face of the hooded person, only seeing a symbol of a heart with a stake through it. The sign of a Vampire hunter, the organization that she has been fleeing from for many years. She falls overthinking to herself (Why now….) sounds of the earth-shaking, screams are echoed as the sight of more fire flowing past her. Weakly turning her head around watching the dragon's whole body begin to glow a deep crimson. As she smiles thinking to herself (I guess I am truly lucky) her vision darkness into nothing.

With the dragon's final breath it refuses to let anything have any part of its dignity and decides to overload its mana core, forcing it to become unstable. The bleeding dead mana begins to seep out of its scales. The people closest to it immediately began to vomit blood unable to move. Those that survived this instant tell the story to their descendants of the darkest time in mankind. The area became untouchable, all the buildings disintegrated creating a new wasteland. Named The Devils Pit.