Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 51: The Hidden Sentinel.

Azvoid's muscles strained against the oppressive darkness. His bloodline refinement was a cruel, never-ending war against the countless Imperfections that lurked within his very essence.

Sweat slicked his brow as he conjured another barrage of ice-blades, their edges shimmering with deadly precision. They tore through the nightmarish forms lunging toward him, but even as he destroyed one, another emerged from the inky void.

"Damn... when will you freaks ever learn to give up?" Azvoid spat, his voice heavy with irritation.

"The Imperfections are fragments of your own bloodline's flaws," Noctis's voice echoed within his mind, its cold edge tinged with mild impatience. "Destroy them, and your bloodline will grow purer. Fail, and your essence will collapse under their corruption."

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard the speech a dozen times already."

He twisted, narrowly avoiding the serrated claws of a particularly grotesque Imperfection, its multiple heads snapping at him with ravenous hunger. With a casual swipe of his hand, he summoned an icy spear and drove it through the creature's heart.

But even as its twisted body shattered, something felt... off.

A chill, deeper than the frost he commanded, slithered through his senses.

"Hey, Noctis," Azvoid said, his voice suddenly cautious. "Is it just me, or does this place feel even creepier than usual?"

There was a pause before Noctis responded. "Your paranoia serves you well. The deeper you go into purifying your bloodline, the more likely you are to encounter... anomalies."

"Anomalies? That sounds like the worst sales pitch ever."

"Focus."

Azvoid rolled his eyes but kept his guard up. His attacks became sharper, his movements swifter. Phantom Reflex was a godsend here, allowing him to evade the Imperfections' feral strikes with effortless precision.

He felt it, his power growing. His bloodline becoming something more than the fractured mess it once was. But that chill from before hadn't left. If anything, it grew stronger.

As if something was watching him.

"Azvoid... Be on guard." Noctis's voice was laced with suspicion now. "Something is approaching. And it is not one of the Imperfections."

Azvoid's heart skipped a beat. "What the hell are you talking about? This place is my bloodline. Nothing else should be able to—"

The air shifted. Heavy. Dense. Unnatural.

And then, it spoke.

"Endure... and ascend."

Azvoid's eyes widened. The voice wasn't like Noctis's, nor was it the hollow growl of the Imperfections. It was ancient. Powerful. And oddly familiar.

"Uh, Noctis? You heard that too, right?"

There was no immediate reply. And when Noctis did speak, his tone held a sharpness Azvoid had never heard before. "Repeat what you heard. Word for word."

"It said, 'Endure... and ascend.'"

A silence followed, thick with apprehension.

"Noctis?" Azvoid pressed, his voice rising. "You mind telling me what the hell that was?"

"That... should not be possible." Noctis's words came out slowly, as if each one was being dragged from him. "No entity beyond yourself and the Imperfections should be capable of entering this space."

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"Yet something just spoke to me," Azvoid countered, his tone both frustrated and anxious. "And it wasn't the usual nightmare fuel trying to claw my face off."

Noctis's silence was maddening.

"Well?"

"There is a legend," Noctis began, his voice distant. "Among the Supreme Dragons, there were those entrusted with the duty of guiding the bloodline awakenings of their kin. They were known as Sentinels. Guardians that ensured no dragon's potential was wasted, that their ascension would not be hindered by their own impurities."

Azvoid's brow furrowed. "And you think what I just heard was one of these Sentinels?"

"No. The Sentinels existed only within the Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm, bound by laws far beyond your comprehension. What you heard should be impossible."

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but impossible just happened," Azvoid replied dryly.

Noctis's voice grew darker. "This should not be. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless something—or someone—managed to break free from the confines of the Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm and bind itself to your bloodline."

Azvoid's breath hitched. "And that's... bad, right?"

"Very." Noctis's words were clipped, his irritation bleeding through. "If something is interfering with your bloodline purification, it could either be guiding you toward a higher evolution or corrupting you from within."

"So, I'm either getting a helpful spirit guide or a demonic stalker. Great."

Noctis ignored the sarcasm. "This cannot be left unresolved. Continue purifying your bloodline. Whatever that entity is, we must uncover its true nature."

Azvoid hesitated, then nodded. "Guess I'll just have to punch the truth out of it if it turns out to be bad news."

"You certainly have a way with words," Noctis deadpanned.

Azvoid grinned. "Compliment accepted."

But as he delved deeper into the purification process, the weight of that voice clung to him. And the words it had spoken felt less like a warning... and more like a challenge.

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