The one-eyed bck dragon had forcefully been awakened from its slumber, its massive body stirring with primal hunger.

  With a fp of its ebony wings, it took to the skies, the air currents caressing its scales as it stretched its stiff limbs.

  The dragon's lone, pierg eye sed the horizon, searg for a worthy target to unleash its pent-up fury.

  In the distahe dragon spotted a budding town, its rooftops and spires a tempting prize.

  A sihought crossed the beast's mind, ‘Why not destroy it? It's been a while since I've indulged in such devastation.’

  With a thundering roar, the dragon fpped its wings and asded high above the unsuspeg settlement.

  But as it he outskirts of the town, the dragon's attention was diverted by a curious aura emanating from a nearby farm.

  Curious, the dragon circled high above the area, its keen senses deteg the presence of a dragon-like essence, but ohat was signifitly weaker than its own.

  Desding close to the ground, the beast's eye narrowed as it id sight upon a small child beariures that it detested.

  The dragon could sehe blessings of the gods upon some of the individuals, a power that it instinctively detested.

  Memories of a past frontation with the dragon gods surged forth, igniting a rage within the beast's very core.

  The child bared features simir to that of the dragon gods it detested. The child, sensing the dragon's presence, cowered in fear, their weak aura flickering like a dle in the wind.

  With a deafening roar, the dragon nded, its massive cws tearing up the earth as it approached the startled group who ran like cowards into a hole like the ants they were.

  The dragon, overwhelmed by its own bitter recolles, felt that it had wasted its time on this insignifit discovery.

  ed by its ahe beast decided to unleash its wrath upon the people before it, seeing them as the embodiment of its past torment.

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  The heavy, ominous steps of the one-eyed bck dragon echoed ominously from above, growing steadily louder as the massive creature approached the house.

  The rhythmic, thunderous thudding of its massive paws against the ground reverberated through the air, signaling its relentless advanbsp;

  Everyone huddled tightly in the dark, dank celr, desperately praying and hoping that the dragon was merely passing overhead.

  Rita had shifted the children to the ter, while the adults surrouhem protectively, their bodies teh fear.

  The celr, deep underground and cloaked in imperable darkness, only served to amplify the ominous atmosphere.

  Draco could hear the rapid, pounding rhythm of his owbeat, the sound eg in his sensitive ears.

  Thump! Thump!

  It went, beating faster by the sed as his blood pressure rose, almost as though his heart was about to burst from his chest.

  He could feel the small, trembling hands of his siblings gripping tightly to his clothing, their worries and fear palpable.

  It was a miracle that none of the children were g out loud, their early training seemingly paying off in this dire situation.

  Though they did not fully prehend the true dahey faced, the visible terror iions of the adults veyed the gravity of their predit.

  Draind raced, analyzing the situation and searg for a way out.

  'Alright, calm down and think this through,' he told himself.

  'First, I haven't done anything to incur the wrath of the one-eyed dragon. Sedly, no one here is likely worth the attention of the bck dragon, besides myself or possibly Rize, the only newer.' His thoughts tinued, weighing the various theories and possibilities, in a desperate attempt to find a solution.

  Suddenly, the heavy, thunderous steps of the dragon abruptly ceased, plunging the celr into an eerie, deafening silenbsp;

  The sound of a low, rumbling growl could be heard, and everyoheir breath, not daring to make a sound.

  The dragon was right above them, as if it khey were there.

  Anita gripped her hammer tightly, ready to fight, though she khe futility of su a against the mighty beast.

  She wasn’t delusional to believe that everyone would make it out alive.

  But If at least some of her grandchildren could survive, it would be a victory for them.

  The oppressive sileretched on, the pressure and looming fear of death gradually increasing with each passing moment.

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  Swoosh!! Smash!! Boom!!

  The deafening roar of the one-eyed bck dragon reverberated through the air as it smashed its massive cws against the house, redug it to a pile of rubble.

  Dust and debris swirled around, obsg the se in a hazy cloud.

  Shockwaves rippled through the ground, sending tremors down into the celr where the family had takeer.

  The violent tremors shook the very foundations of the underground space, causing dirt and debris to rain down from the ceiling.

  Mark, Chise, Rose, and the children immediately succumbed to the powerful shockwaves, blood trig from their ears and noses as they fell unscious.

  The stronger ones who were adventurers, Rita, Anita, John, Marcus and Rize, struggled to maintain their footing, disoriented and reeling from the onsught.

  Draao stay scious because he was somewhat durable.

  The young dragon-kin found himself in the worst dition.

  His head ounding, the ringing in his ears drowned out the world around him, and he could feel the warm trickle of blood from his nose and ears.

  The others, though dazed, were in slightly better shape, their durable bodies better equipped to withstand the onsught.

  Somewhat rec a little, he quickly noticed his sibling and Cir, unscious around him.

  To his relief, they were still breathing so the worst hadn’t happened.

  With a grim determination, Draco set to work, using his two hands and tail to carefully gather his unscious siblings and Cir, pulling them by the cloth towards the stairs leading out of the celr.

  The children were easier to carry than the unscious adults, the other scious adults would carry them out he believed.

  Time was of the essence – if the entrance colpsed, they would be trapped, suffog in the underground spabsp;

  "Everyoo the stairs!" Draco yelled, his voice barely audible over the rumbling of the colpsing structure.

  He lit the way with a small magic fire, guiding the others towards the only possible escape route.

  But fate had other pns.

  Boom!!

  The bck dragon struck the ground once more, sending another shockwave rippling through the earth.

  The upper portion of the stairs leading out of the celr crumbled, dirt casg down from the colpsed entranbsp;

  Drad the children at the stairway's mid point narrowly avoided being buried.

  The situation grew even more dire as the ceiling in the middle of the celr colpsed, spewing dirt and rocks down, creating a barrier betweewo groups.

  John, Anita, Rita, Rize, Marcus, Mark, Chise, and Rose were trapped oher side.

  Drad the children were noed in the small space between the colpsed upper stairs and the fallen ceiling, cut off from the others.

  "Draco, you hear me?" John called out, his voice barely a muffle and ced with worry.

  "Yes, Grandpa," Draco replied, trying to keep his tone calm and reassuring.

  "Is everyone okay there?" John asked.

  "Yes, everyone here is fine. What about your side?" Draquired.

  "We're okay here too, but Anita, Rita, and Rize got buried in the dirt. We're going to dig them out before we e over. Try to stay calm; we'll do what we from here," John said, his voice strained with the weight of the situation.

  Draco let out a sigh of relief, knowing that his family members were still alive, but the impending dread of their predit weighed heavily on his heart.

  They were trapped, separated, and faced with the daunting task of digging their way out before the celr colpsed entirely.

  That was if the bck dragon didn’t do anything else.

  “Cough, cough,” Michalis coughed, pulling his attention.

  “Shh, breathe,” Draco said, rushing to his side.

  “Nii,” Michalis softly called out, but Draco held his hand firmly to reassure him that he was there.

  Michalis didn’t stay scious for long and soon closed his eyes once-more.

  ‘The space here isn’t very rge, and there is little to no airflow. I have to create a path for air to flow. I ’t wait on Grandpa,’ Draco surmised.

  There were 8 of them stu such a small space; air wasn’t going to st long.

  ‘Please don’t do any more damage,’ Draco desperately pleaded to the bck dragon.

  Climbing the part of the stairs that was still intact, Draco tried to formute a way to dig to the surface without causing it to colpse further.