I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 113: CP: Meeting The Dragon Lord

The red dragon guard — still eyeing them with barely-contained suspicion — turned without another word and stalked toward the massive gates of the Citadel. His humanoid form was imposing: crimson scales glinting like fresh blood under the volcanic haze, wings tucked tight but twitching with residual fury, sharp claws clicking against the obsidian ground. The air around him shimmered with heat, as if his very presence boiled the atmosphere.

"Follow," he growled over his shoulder. "And keep those... worms... contained. The Lord does not tolerate chaos."

Siddy, coiled in Alex’s carrier, hissed indignantly at being called a worm — his tiny hood flaring in miniature outrage. Alex quickly pressed a hand over the pouch to muffle him. "Not now, little one. Diplomacy first, biting later."

The party exchanged glances: Naga’s coils tightening protectively around Alex, Leo’s hand hovering near his saber, Zale’s scales rippling with unease in the dry heat, Granite rumbling a low warning growl, and Skye folding his wings tighter, silver-grey eyes scanning the skies for threats. The six snakelings, sensing the tension, went unusually still — even Siddy, for once, opting for stealthy observation over immediate escape attempts.

They followed the guard through gates that looked like they’d been forged from dragonfire itself — twisted obsidian and cooled lava etched with glowing runes that pulsed like heartbeats. Inside, the Citadel was a labyrinth of heat and shadow: vast halls carved from volcanic rock, bridges spanning rivers of molten stone, and everywhere the distant roar of flames echoing like thunder.

Dragons in various forms watched them pass — some in full beast shape, coiled on perches like living statues; others humanoid, their scales in shades of red, black, and gold, eyes burning with curiosity or disdain. The air grew thicker, hotter, sulfur clinging to every breath. Zale’s portable ocean sphere floated beside him, a bubble of cool blue in the inferno, but even that seemed to steam slightly at the edges.

The guard led them deeper, up spiraling ramps that wound through the mountain’s heart, until they reached a massive chamber at the peak. The walls here were open to the sky, volcanic vents providing natural thrones of glowing rock. And at the center, lounging on a dais of cooled magma, was the

Dragon Lord.

Drakar.

He was enormous even in humanoid form — easily eight feet tall, with skin a smooth dark grey sided with scales like polished obsidian. Ruby eyes gleamed with intelligence and something dangerously close to amusement. Long dark hair casually cascading off his shoulders, and his tail — tipped with a blade-like spike — lashed once in lazy greeting.

The red guard bowed low, fist to chest. "My Lord, they claim to seek the Fire Stone. I brought them as you commanded."

Drakar waved a clawed hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, I felt the artifacts approaching. Six of them, humming like angry bees. Leave us, Riven. I’ll handle this."

The guard — Riven — hesitated, ruby eyes flicking toward Alex’s party with clear distrust, but he bowed again and retreated, wings snapping open as he launched from the platform’s edge.

" So. Little bearer or.... Should I say Human! You seems to have gather quite the menagerie by your side. " Drakar said casually.

Alex’s blood turned to ice.

The world seemed to tilt around him—the heat of the volcanic chamber, the distant roar of flames, the weight of six divine stones against his chest, all of it fading into white noise as Drakar’s words echoed in his skull.

Little bearer or... should I say human.

"How," Alex heard himself say, his voice strange and distant. "How do you know that word?"

Drakar’s ruby eyes gleamed with ancient amusement. He rose from his throne of cooled magma, each movement deliberate, predatory. The dragon lord stood a full head taller than Granite, broader than Naga, and radiated the kind of power that made lesser creatures instinctively want to kneel.

Behind Alex, he felt his mates tense—Naga’s coils tightening protectively, Leo’s hand going to his weapon, Zale’s scales rippling with unease even within his ocean sphere. Granite rumbled a warning growl. Skye’s wings twitched with the instinct to flee.

The six snakelings, sensing the shift in tension, went absolutely still.

"I know many things, Alex of Earth," Drakar said, savoring each word like fine wine. "I am Drakar. The Dragon Lord of Fire Mountain.I have many names given by beastmen of various tribes such as—Lord of the Fire Mountain, The First Dragon, The Lord Of The Sky, Seer of the Ancient Prophecies and Storm–crowned. I have watched the threads of fate weave themselves for longer than your entire world has existed."

Alex gasped.

" Lord Of The Sky? First Dragon? Storm–crowned? "

" Don’t tell me you’re the dragon who helped us during... during... "

He descended from the dais, each step sending small tremors through the stone. Up close, he was even more terrifying—scales like polished obsidian, eyes like dying stars, presence like standing too close to a supernova.

" While you were running away from the guardian of lion tribe—silver dragon? Yes. "

" But I wouldn’t call it help. I just simply summoned him back. I had foreseen a prophecy six months ago," Drakar continued, circling them slowly. "A new species appeared— small, weak and apparently capable of defying every law known in Beast world. A human. Falling through the cracks between dimensions, destined to collect the seven stones and reshape the fate of this realm."

Alex’s hand tightened protectively over the pouch containing the six artifacts. "You knew I was coming. The whole time."

"Yes," Drakar admitted. "But after you crossed the Eagle territory. That’s when the prophecy became certain. Before that, you were merely possible. Now..." He stopped directly in front of Alex, those ruby eyes boring into his soul. "Now you are inevitable."

"Then you know why I’m here," Alex said, forcing his voice to remain steady despite the terror coursing through him. "I need the Fire Stone. The last artifact. To complete the set and—"

"And return to your world," Drakar finished. "Yes. The prophecy mentions that too. A human, stranded, desperate to go home. Willing to bond with apex predators, birth hybrid children, cross territories and negotiate with tribes and survive impossible odds—all for the chance to return to where you belong."

He laughed—a sound like grinding mountains.

"Do you even know where you belong anymore, Alex of Earth? After everything you’ve been through, everyone you’ve loved, all the lives you’ve created—do you truly believe ’home’ is still a place you left behind?"

The question hit harder than any physical blow.

Alex felt Naga’s coils tighten fractionally. Felt Leo’s presence solid at his back. Felt Zale’s bond pulse with warmth from within the ocean sphere. Felt the weight of six tiny lives sleeping peacefully against him.

"I—" Alex started, but the words wouldn’t come.

"Interesting," Drakar murmured, studying his face. "You haven’t asked yourself that yet, have you? Too busy surviving. Too focused on the next obstacle, the next negotiation, the next impossible thing. No time to wonder whether the destination is still worth the journey."

He circled back to his throne, settling onto it with the lazy grace of a cat who knew he was the most dangerous thing in any room.

"The Fire Stone is yours," he said casually.

Everyone froze.

"Wait—" Leo started.

"Just like that?" Naga demanded.

"You’re giving it to us?" Granite’s rumbled question echoed off the volcanic walls.

Drakar waved a clawed hand dismissively. "I have no use for it. The stone amplifies power, yes. Increases strength, yes. Makes its wielder nearly invincible, certainly. But I am already invincible. I am the Dragon Lord. What do I need with an artifact designed to make lesser creatures feel important?"

He leaned forward, ruby eyes gleaming.

"No, I don’t need the stone. But I am curious. Very, very curious. Six months ago, a human fell into our world. Six months later, he’s collected six divine artifacts, bonded with three apex predators, birthed six hybrid children, and somehow survived encounters that would have killed anyone else."

Drakar’s voice dropped to something almost reverent. "The prophecy says you will reshape this realm. Save it from something. But it doesn’t say what—or how—or at what cost."

He gestured to the party.

"I want to see it. I want to watch. I want to witness the moment when you finally have all seven stones in your hands and the universe reveals what it’s been planning all along."

"So... you’re coming with us?" Alex asked, bewildered.