The First Dragon God-Chapter 111: Tatiana’s & Ves’ Worrys

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A deep, thunderous sound rumbled through the ruined city streets, shaking the very air around them. The echoes bounced off the shattered buildings, sending tremors through the cracked pavement.

Ves, Mia, and Miguel came to an abrupt halt. The sound had come out of nowhere, and it was close. Too close.

Mia was the first to break the silence, her voice laced with unease.

"What the hell was that?"

Miguel shifted uncomfortably, his fingers tightening around his axe. His eyes scanned the ruins ahead.

"That… didn’t sound normal. Could be a fight, maybe."

Ves’s expression darkened. She turned her gaze toward the direction of the sound. It was coming from close to their base.

"That’s… coming from where we live," she muttered, her gut twisting.

Mia’s eyes widened in realization.

"Wait… didn’t Leo go out today?"

She turned to Ves, her voice rising slightly.

"Is it possible that he’s—?"

Ves didn’t let her finish. The mere suggestion was enough to make her tense.

Her mind raced. If it was Leo, was he in danger? Had something happened? Had he gone and picked another fight with something beyond his strength?

She clenched her fists. If he did, she was going to kill him herself.

"You guys go on ahead. I’ll check it out," Ves said abruptly, already stepping forward.

Miguel frowned. "Alone? Isn’t it better if we all go together?"

Mia nodded. "Yeah, Ves. What if something happens? We should go with you."

Ves shook her head. "No. If it’s Leo, I’ll handle it. If it’s something else, I don’t want to risk all of us running into trouble."

Mia looked unconvinced. "You sure?"

"Yes." Ves turned toward the source of the sound, her body tense, ready to move. "I—"

She stopped as she noticed something strange.

A presence had suddenly appeared.

Not walking up to them. Not stepping out of the ruins.

Just… appearing.

The air around them shifted, as if reality itself had warped for a split second. Then, standing right in front of them, as if she had been there all along, was a woman.

Tall. Pale. Beautiful—but unnerving.

Long, silver hair cascaded down her back, and her sharp crimson eyes gleamed with an unnatural light.

She was clad in a form-fitting, dark military-style coat, embroidered with intricate patterns that seemed to shift under the dim light.

And she was watching them.

Mia took a sharp step back, her hands already gripping her daggers. Miguel’s axe was half-raised.

Ves, however, stared directly at the woman—her entire body tensed, ready to move if needed.

"Who the hell are you?" Ves demanded.

Elda tilted her head slightly, amused.

"That’s quite the hostile greeting."

"That’s because you appeared out of nowhere," Mia shot back, her voice edged with suspicion.

Miguel tightened his grip on his weapon.

"If you’re looking for trouble—"

"I’m not," Elda cut in smoothly. She folded her arms behind her back, regarding them with mild curiosity.

She wanted to tell them of her identity but decided not to when she saw their reaction.

"I was merely observing the battlefield. And you three happened to be in the way."

Ves narrowed her eyes. "Battlefield?"

Elda’s smirk widened ever so slightly. She was finding the situation very interesting.

"Yes," she said.

"The cause of that loud noise you just heard? That was Leo."

Ves felt her stomach drop.

Mia gasped.

"Leo?! What—"

"He’s alive," Elda interrupted before Mia could finish, though her tone turned almost… amused.

"Barely."

Ves stepped forward immediately.

"Take me to him."

Elda’s gaze flickered toward her, and for a second, there was something unreadable in those crimson eyes.

Then she smiled.

"No."

Ves’s patience snapped. "Listen, lady—"

"He’s unconscious," Elda said, her tone unbothered.

"Taking you to him right now wouldn’t change that."

Ves didn’t care. "You don’t understand," she snapped, her voice sharp. "I need to see him."

Elda studied her for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle.

"You care about him," she mused, tilting her head. "Interesting."

Ves’s jaw clenched. "That’s not the point—"

Elda sighed dramatically. "Fine. If it means that much to you."

Before Ves could say another word, the woman, Elda, vanished—just like that, as if she had never been there.

But her voice lingered.

"Follow me if you must."

And with that, Ves moved.

Mia and Miguel, still shocked by the encounter, had no choice but to follow her.

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The battlefield was eerily silent like a graveyard. Smoke and golden mist still lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of burnt wood, decay, and blood.

The once towering behemoth, which had fought so viciously, now lay in lifeless fragments across the deadened land, its pulsing golden veins now nothing but dull, crumbling remains.

Tatiana stepped forward, her boots pressing into the ashen ground, the remnants of the monstrous entity crunching beneath her.

The entire battlefield bore the marks of a struggle beyond anything ordinary—cracked earth, massive craters, and jagged gashes where roots had torn through stone and soil in their desperate last efforts to consume their enemy.

And amidst it all, lying motionless at the base of the fallen tree, was him.

Tatiana’s crimson eyes flickered toward Leo’s unconscious form, sprawled across the ruined battlefield.

His body was battered—cuts and bruises lined his arms, his torn shirt revealing deep gashes along his side.

Blood stained the ground beneath him, soaking into the dirt. His sword, Nightshade, lay loosely at his side, its once gleaming blade now caked in sap and grime. His breath was shallow, barely noticeable.

A strange tightness curled in Tatiana’s chest as she took in the sight of him.

For a long moment, she simply stood there, staring.

He had won. Alone. Against an enemy that should have been beyond him.

A small, humorless chuckle escaped her lips. Of course, he did.

He was reckless. Stubborn. A fool.

And yet, despite herself, she felt proud.

She has no idea why Leo keeps surprising her at every turn.

Letting out a slow breath, she finally moved, kneeling beside him.

Her gloved fingers hovered over his forehead, brushing against the sweat-matted strands of his hair.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second before gently sweeping them aside, revealing his face.

His jaw was bruised, a fresh cut running along his cheekbone. His expression, even in unconsciousness, was one of determination—even as he lay there, utterly spent, there was something unbreakable about him.

Tatiana swallowed. What is this feeling?

She had seen men on the brink of death before.

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But this…

This was different.

Her fingers brushed along his cheek for a fleeting second before she pulled back sharply, scowling at herself.

With a soft sigh, she slipped her arms under him and lifted him effortlessly. He was heavier than he looked, his body solid with muscle, but to her, it was nothing.

"Let’s get you cleaned up," she murmured, her voice softer than she intended.

And then, in the blink of an eye, she vanished into the thin air, carrying him away.