In the dimly lit chamber, Draco Duskshard convulsed on the cold stone floor, his body contorting with agonizing spasms. Sweat dripped from his brow as he fought against the searing pain that coursed through his veins. Around him, the air crackled with an otherworldly energy, a palpable presence that seemed to devour the very essence of his being.
Standing nearby, a figure draped in a red hooded jacket watched with a mix of anticipation and concern. This burly, average-height warrior possessed an aura of authority, his piercing gaze fixed unwaveringly upon Draco. His name was Nicholas the 45th, a veteran Jagter who had seen countless recruits undergo the same transformative process.
"I know Draco Duskshard, cousin of Abel Pendragon, king of Atlan, will be one of the best Jagters of this age," Nicholas muttered to himself, his voice tinged with both admiration and foreboding. The weight of responsibility settled upon his broad shoulders as he observed Draco's struggle.
Draco's features contorted with anguish as the mutagenic concoction, a potent blend of dragon DNA and the ethereal Shardium metal from the Outverse, surged through his body. The combination of these mystical elements sought to unlock untapped potential within him, merging his mortal essence with the very fabric of magic itself.
In that moment, Draco's lineage became an additional burden to bear. Born into the illustrious Pendragon bloodline, the legacy of his powerful cousin Abel Pendragon loomed large over his own destiny. The weight of expectations, both from his heritage and from the vial coursing through his veins, pressed upon Draco's consciousness.
As Draco writhed in torment, his existence teetered on the precipice of transformation. The outcome of this excruciating ordeal would shape not only his fate but the fate of those he would encounter on his jagted path. The mystical energy within the chamber crackled and swirled, whispering secrets of unimaginable power and danger.
In the dim light, Nicholas watched on, his faith in Draco's potential unwavering. He knew that within the crucible of pain and sacrifice, a new breed of warrior was being forged. One who would wield the strength of dragons, tap into the magic of the Outverse, and challenge the very boundaries of mortality.
The prologue thus ended, leaving a sense of uncertainty hanging in the air. Draco Duskshard's journey was just beginning, and the trials that awaited him would test his mettle, reshape his identity, and determine the course of his destiny.
