Out of some remote unknown, a tiny vial appeared, its origin a mystery to me, and it was handed to me delicately. My hands trembled, barely having enough strength in my arms to hold it. With great effort, I managed to take the liquid from the vial, letting it flow down my throat until it filled my stomach.

A comforting sensation spread throughout my being, as if every cell in my body was revitalized by that recovery potion.

"Rest a while, soldier," she said as she moved away from my line of sight. My body seemed to have come back to life, feeling physically fit, but mentally elsewhere. After a few minutes of sitting, I rose, gripping my sword hilt tightly, and began to walk toward the front where the other soldiers were fighting.

"Here we go again," I murmured in a sigh as I quickened my pace. My eyes met the usual landscape again, filled with corpses and blood. I let out a cry and threw myself into battle, my sword always in motion, while the other soldiers came to my aid whenever I encountered difficulty.

Several hours passed this way, with the thunderous roars and tremors resonating in the skies and the constant arrival of new soldiers at the front. With the help of the ten generals of the army leading the charge, we advanced smoothly. The armor of each general stood out notably from the others, being unique in their shine, as if they were engulfed in flames.

I remembered hearing that this was called an aura.

What surprised me the most was discovering that the woman who had saved me earlier was one of the generals. I hadn't identified her before because she wasn't wearing her helmet, but now, seeing her on the battlefield, her black hair waving with her movement, she still wasn't wearing it.

BOOM!!! AUGEE!!!

The skies shook, and with palpable fear, I watched as a colossal creature descended from the firmament like a bullet to the earth. Its massive body was marked by wounds that spilled an intense red color, painting its imposing figure crimson. The chains that bound its formidable being began to slide slowly, coming off with a titanic majesty that amplified the already present tremors on the ground.

The magnitude of this fallen being was so overwhelming that the very ground seemed to tremble at its arrival. Chains of immense proportions slid from its colossal figure and clashed loudly upon hitting the ground, intensifying the tremors spreading throughout the surroundings.

From high above the firmament, an imposing figure descended majestically, revealing itself as a dragon. A real dragon! Its size was as colossal as described in the legends and myths circulating among the common folk. My eyes widened in awe at the magnificence of this legendary creature, whose tales spoke of immense power and a deep connection with mana.

Dragons were beings of great power and mystery, and it was said that dragon houses possessed the ability to transform into these majestic creatures for long periods of time. However, all of this was nothing more than whispers and rumors lost in the wind.

Gazing with my own eyes upon the figure of the dragon, I was left breathless by its colossal presence. This dragon, of an imposing dark white, was truly magnificent. Its gigantic body cast a shadow that could cover vast stretches of land, dominating the landscape with its imposing aura.

Every movement of this creature resonated with the might of nature itself, as if it were in harmony with the elements surrounding it. Its scales gleamed with the darkness of the night, reflecting the moonlight in an almost magical way. But the most impressive were its wings: they were not just two, but four!

Each of these majestic wings, the size of gigantic sails, unfolded over its back with unmatched elegance. Covered in gleaming membranes, they seemed ready to take it to the skies with a divine grace.

The dragon's eyes were like deep ice pits, emanating a chilling coldness that froze the hearts of those who dared to look into them. This penetrating and cold gaze revealed the undeniable wisdom and ferocity that resided in the heart of this majestic beast.

The serpent's chains began to rise slowly, creating an atmosphere of anticipation as the air around them stirred and rushed towards them. The titanic chains spun over the serpent's head, preparing for an act of supernatural power, but before they could complete their movement, a disturbing transformation seized the battlefield.

The skies suddenly turned into an intense red, as if the very sky were bleeding over us. Amidst this sinister aura, a figure emerged, walking with an unsettling calmness. At first, it seemed to be a person, but as it approached, it became clear that it was something more. Its skin was dazzling white, almost as pale as snow, while its equally white hair waved in the wind like a cloak of purity.

However, the most striking were its eyes, eyes of such intense redness that they seemed to burn with the fire of damnation.

The dragon's gaze settled on the newcomer who had appeared on the battlefield, and its eyes, once tranquil, opened slightly with a gesture of recognition. At the same time, a pungent smell of blood permeated the air, and a thin layer of red began to spread throughout the place.

The sky, now tinted red, seemed to move in tune with the newcomer, while a sepulchral silence enveloped all the soldiers, accompanied by a palpable fear that gripped their hearts.

In the midst of this tense atmosphere, a solemn voice echoed in every corner of the battlefield: "The House of Snows and the House of Flowers have fallen in battle! The House of Flowers has been completely exterminated! The House of Snows has been forced to withdraw urgently from the battlefield.

It is reported that the being known as Crimson the Ancient has disappeared from the battlefield moments after the fall of the House of Flowers!"