Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer

Azvoid sat by his window, watching the city hum with restless energy. The White Lotus Guild's district was livelier than usual, whispers of an event spreading through the streets like wildfire.

He wasn't the only one who noticed.

From his balcony, a voice called out, lighthearted and teasing.

"You've been staring into the distance for a while now, Azvoid. Don't tell me you're daydreaming about someone special?"

He turned to see Geastrice Lola leaning against her own balcony railing, her chestnut hair catching the morning sun. Her golden eyes glimmered with amusement, but beneath it was something else—a curiosity, an unspoken question.

Azvoid smirked. "Not at all. Just enjoying the rare peace and quiet."

Lola's lips curled upward. "Peace and quiet? Have you not heard? The whole city is buzzing about what happened in the Abyssal Hollow Dungeon!"

Azvoid feigned mild interest. "Oh? Something major happen?"

Lola leaned closer. "Don't act like you don't know! Some unknown force wiped out a wave of high-tier monsters! Witnesses say they saw something… something massive, wreathed in shadow. A dragon, maybe?"

Azvoid kept his expression neutral, though inwardly he clicked his tongue. So the rumors had already spread. He needed to be careful.

Before he could respond, a sudden ripple of energy washed through the city. A heavy pressure settled in the air, like a storm brewing on the horizon. People on the streets below paused, looking around warily.

Then, a booming voice resonated from the guild entrance.

"WHITE LOTUS GUILD! A CHALLENGE HAS BEEN ISSUED!"

Azvoid's brows furrowed as he turned toward the source of the commotion.

Lola's eyes widened. "Looks like trouble. You should check it out."

Azvoid exhaled. "Yeah… I have a feeling things are about to get interesting."

And with that, he vanished from the balcony as he warped space.

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Down at the White Lotus Guild entrance, a group of individuals clad in deep crimson uniforms stood in formation. Their leader—a sharp-eyed man with platinum hair—stepped forward, his presence alone exuding confidence.

Amelia, standing at the forefront of the White Lotus Guild members, crossed her arms. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto the intruders. "State your business."

The platinum-haired man smirked. "I am Drevon of the Crimson Serpents. We're here to test the strength of your so-called rising stars. After all, if you're planning to compete in the Clash of Guilds, you should prove you belong in the same arena as us."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Azvoid, arriving just in time, observed from the sidelines. His black obsidian eyes gleamed with mild curiosity, but inwardly, he sighed. Another pointless show of bravado?

Amelia's expression remained cool, though a glint of challenge flickered in her gaze. "You're underestimating us, Drevon. Careful—you might regret it."

Drevon chuckled. "Then let's make it interesting. A one-on-one match. If your so-called rising star can hold his ground, we'll acknowledge your guild's strength. If he loses…" He smirked. "Well, let's just say the White Lotus Guild's reputation will take a hit."

Azvoid clicked his tongue. Great. And here I thought today would be uneventful.

A heavy silence settled over the crowd.

Amelia turned her head slightly, her sharp blue eyes locking onto him. "Azvoid."

He immediately knew where this was going. He exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temples. "Do I have to?"

A few nearby guild members gawked. Was he seriously hesitating?

Amelia's lips curved into a faint smirk. "I recall a certain someone saying he wanted to test his limits."

Azvoid narrowed his eyes. "I did. But I didn't mean babysitting some arrogant punk from a lesser guild."

Drevon's brow twitched at that, but Amelia was unfazed. She took a step closer to Azvoid, lowering her voice just enough that only he could hear. "Come on, humor me. You don't even have to go all out."

Azvoid let out a long, dramatic sigh. "Fine." He stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. "Let's just get this over with."

Drevon sneered. "Finally grew a spine? Good."

Azvoid's obsidian eyes glinted as he cracked his knuckles. "Oh, you'll wish I hadn't."

The tension thickened, the challenge set. The city held its breath.

The crowd surrounding the guildhall had grown considerably, people squeezing in to get a good view of the impending fight. The buzz of murmurs, gasps, and excited chatter filled the air, along with a few—questionable—comments from some of the less refined spectators.

"Damn, look at that White Lotus chick in the front," some random idiot in the crowd muttered. "Blue hair, sharp eyes—bet she could step on me, and I'd say 'thank you.'"

His friend gave him a weird look . "Dude. We're here for a fight, not your weird fantasies."

"I can multitask."

Another guild member, a lean rogue-type with a bandana, whistled. "Forget the fight, I'm here for the drama. Ten gold says the new guy gets his ass handed to him."

A particularly well-endowed woman from the alchemist division, dressed in a robe that did a poor job of concealing her, tapped her lip. "Azvoid, was it? Mysterious. Broody. Strong." She shivered theatrically. "I do love a man with secrets."

"Lady, you need therapy," a voice deadpanned from the back.

Meanwhile, Azvoid, still standing in the arena, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. "Why is every guild filled with lunatics?"

Amelia, standing beside him, fought back a smirk. "You get used to it."

Drevon cracked his neck, stepping into the arena with a lazy smirk. "Tch, enough stalling. Let's get this over with."

Azvoid rolled his shoulders. "That's my line."

With the gathered audience murmuring, cheering, and throwing in the occasional inappropriate comment, the battle was set to begin.

Would Azvoid humiliate his opponent? Would Drevon even last long enough to make it entertaining? And more importantly, how many of these idiots in the crowd were actually placing bets?

One thing was certain—this was going to be fun.