Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith-Chapter 290 Final Room; Draconian Figure

The gates to the final room creaked open, revealing a fair-sized chamber with walls adorned in ancient carvings.

The students entered cautiously, their eyes darting around, uncertain of the challenges they would face next.

As the students ventured deeper into the room, they noticed the mysterious carvings on the walls.

The symbols and images told a story of a bygone era, a time when the dungeon had a different purpose.

Sketches of lizardmen attacked different tribes in an all-out war.

In the midst of it all, a figure that looked to be both human and reptile descended from the sky.

All the different tribes of saurians dropped their weapons and prostrated themselves, bowing down to the enlightened lizard half-human being.

Kaith now wore a thoughtful expression as he tried to decipher the meaning behind the ancient hieroglyphs.

Meanwhile, Lyrian found himself drawn to a peculiar, uncarved section of the cavern wall.

It was as if the artists had intentionally left this space blank, a pristine canvas amidst the ancient narrative.

There was an undeniable energy emanating from this spot, and Lyrian felt compelled to investigate.

He extended his hand and touched the untouched stone. In an instant, the markings began to shift and change.

It was as though the wall itself responded to his presence, revealing a hidden passage behind it.

Lyrian had discovered a secret within the depths of the dungeon, something that intrigued his curiosity.

Other students noticed this, as they followed Lyrian into the hallway. It was quite wide, over 30 by 30 feet in height and width.

This hallway was unlike any they had encountered before, dimly lit and filled with an air of foreboding.

It didn't take long for them to realize that they were not alone.

A few lizardman guards, different from those they had faced earlier, stood as formidable sentinels in the narrow corridor in front of another pair of rustic doors.

These guards were unlike any they had encountered before—stronger, larger, and more heavily armed.

Their eyes glinted with a primal intelligence, and their scales were adorned with intricate tattoos that hinted at their status.

Lyrian furrowed his brows to look closer at the guards. He understood that these guards were no ordinary foes; they were the protectors of the dungeon's inner sanctum—the final room.

As the guards lunged with their formidable weapons, the students at the front retreated back.

However, their speed wasn't fast enough. They looked at the incoming spears of the two lizardmen ahead of them, as their lives flashed before their eyes for a moment.

Just then, Lyrian and Drake moved forward in unison, parrying the spears into the air and countering with calculated precision.

They harnessed their abilities. Lyrian used his obsidian blade to lunge forward and pierce into the abdomen and torso of his opponent.

He Enhanced his hands for a faster attack and Enhanced his legs for faster movements.

Drake used his dragon claws to slash at and grip through his lizardman opponent, gashing the beast several times all over its body.

Their movements were fast, pushing back the guards at once.

Lyrian's obsidian blade moved with uncanny grace, its edge slicing through the air with lethal precision.

Drake's magia flowed seamlessly with his claws, creating forceful aftershocks.

The guards, despite their strength and size, found themselves outmatched.

With each blow, the guards stumbled and faltered, their defenses crumbling.

The hallway echoed with the clash of weapons and the primal roars of the lizardmen.

The battle raged on, a relentless exchange of blows and power.

Finally, with a final, resounding strike, the guards were defeated, their forms crumbling to the floor.

Drake jumped backward, having killed his opponent. Lyrian looked at him to see if he would loot the one he killed, but Drake turned around and headed back to the crowd.

With this, Lyrian took all the materials from these two lizardmen as well, and the students found it difficult to say anything about it.

Before, arguing with the leaf boy was easy... but trying to do the same with an MVP wasn't nearly as fun.

On top of that, Drake's presence made everyone realize just how high Lyrian's prowess and status was.

Although they weren't as scared of him currently as they were of Drake, their fear for him undoubtedly rose when associated with the prince so closely.

With the guards defeated, they continued toward the hidden passage at the end of the hallway.

As the students passed by the bodies of the lizardmen, they couldn't help but look in jealousy.

The door loomed large, its ancient, weathered surface hinting at the challenges that awaited within.

With a forceful push from everyone, the doors swung open.

The room was a vast, cavernous chamber, illuminated by a soft, ethereal glow.

At its center stood a colossal statue—a figure that had watched over the chamber for centuries.

Its eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, and its presence exuded a sense of ancient power.

As they approached the figure, it came to life with a thunderous rumble.

The statue stepped down from its pedestal, revealing a towering, formidable figure.

It was a Draconian—a living embodiment of dragon and human, animated by the dungeon's magic.

Drake, his eyes filled with intrigue, spoke out loud, "A Draconian, not a real one, of course, but that's interesting."

He paused, walking closer to the mesmerizing being. His eyes glowed in amazement.

"Lizardmen are descendants of dragons, although they are quite far apart in terms of bloodline. Draconians, on the other hand, are a step closer—a powerful presence in their own right."

The air grew tense as the students prepared to face this formidable opponent.

At that moment, the large Draconian raised its stone Dragon Spear into the air—which had a pattern of a dragon flowing on it—and threw down the bottom of the weapon on the floor.

It stood behind it with a domineering presence, as if to say, "I am the guardian of this place."

At that moment, random walls in the dungeon began to disappear the same way the passageway that Lyrian discovered showed, and an uncountable amount of Lizardmen began pouring out of them. 𝑓𝓇𝘦𝘦𝓌𝘦𝑏𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘦𝘭.𝑐𝘰𝑚

'More Riftstones.' Lyrian smirked, tightening the grip on his blade.