Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"Noah, what do we need to do?" The three Great Fairies who entered the half-plane with the Golden Dragon were both apprehensive and excited.

"You don’t need to do anything, just absorb my aura and attempt to evolve. I hope that when I awaken, you will also have evolved in your life forms, becoming higher-level fairies like me."

"We will not let you down."

Amid the Great Fairies’ promises and mutual encouragement, Noah stretched his twenty-four-meter-long dragon body, lazily lying on a hill made of Fire Element crystals, closing his eyes sleepily and entering slumber.

Time was immeasurable, and he felt no passage of it. When Noah saw the Golden Tree towering before him, he hesitated for quite a while before he finally plucked the Dark Fruit hanging from it.

"Bitter first, sweet later!"

The Dark Fruit, reminiscent of a source of darkness, turned into a puddle of black liquid the moment it was detached from the branch, as if afraid that Noah would regret, rushing toward the Golden Dragon, staining Noah’s dragon arm in the deepest shade of black.

"Damn!"

Even with Noah’s tolerance, he couldn’t help but curse, for the overwhelming despair and pain from death were surging like tidal waves, threatening to engulf his consciousness.