Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 37: Chaos.

Azvoid stepped into Amelia's office, the air thick with a tension he hadn't felt before. The woman behind the desk wore her usual stoic expression, but the tightness around her eyes suggested something serious.

"You sure know how to keep a lady waiting, Azvoid," Amelia remarked dryly, though her voice lacked the usual playfulness.

Azvoid smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Would've been here sooner if Lola didn't almost drag me by the ear. What's the big deal? She said something about the Clash of Guilds being moved up."

Amelia's eyes met his, hard and direct. "That's right. The White Lotus Guild's council made the decision. The event is now scheduled to begin in less than thirty days. Some... factors have forced our hand."

"Factors, huh? Sounds like someone's worried," Azvoid remarked, his tone light but his gaze sharp.

"Worried is an understatement," Amelia replied, her fingers tapping against her desk. "There have been reports of dungeon collapses. Not just minor incidents. Entire dungeons turning into dead zones overnight. The Abyssal Hollow Dungeon is just the most recent example."

Azvoid's expression flickered for a split second, but he kept his composure. "And you think this has something to do with the Clash of Guilds?"

"Everything has something to do with the Clash of Guilds," Amelia said, her gaze unwavering. "It's not just about our ranking or prestige this time. The guild leaders want to use the competition to draw out hidden talents and identify who can be trusted. There's something wrong out there, and we need to be prepared."

Azvoid remained silent, the pieces slowly falling into place. The Abyssal Hollow Dungeon had been the scene of his battle with the monsters and his summoning of Noctis. But if others were experiencing similar incidents...

"Let me guess, some big-shot informant gave you all this intel?" Azvoid scoffed.

"No. It's not from an informant. It's from survivors, guild scouts, and even a few rogue cultivators who stumbled upon the scenes." Amelia's voice grew quieter, more serious. "And there's something else. They're not just describing dungeon collapses. They're describing beasts with... draconic features. Creatures tainted by darkness. Unnatural and vicious beyond belief."

Azvoid's eyes narrowed. "You're saying dragons?"

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"Not quite. More like twisted imitations. Something is corrupting the beasts within these dungeons, turning them into... abominations. And whoever is responsible is clearly playing with forces far beyond their control."

"And you think this has something to do with me?" Azvoid asked, his tone casual but his body tense.

Amelia met his gaze head-on. "Honestly, I don't know. But what I do know is that you're one of the strongest talents we have. And if there's even a chance this disaster spreads, I need you ready for it. Not just for the Clash of Guilds, but for whatever the hell is coming."

Azvoid's smirk slowly returned. "You're actually sounding worried about me, Amelia. I didn't know you cared."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Spare me. Just get stronger and do it fast. I'll be damned if I let you slack off now when we need every capable fighter we can get."

"Lucky for you, I was already planning to get stronger. Besides, someone's got to keep your precious guild from falling apart, right?"

"You arrogant little—Just go, Azvoid. And train."

Azvoid chuckled as he left the office, but the levity faded quickly. The information Amelia shared was troubling. Dungeons collapsing, monsters being twisted into draconic beasts... and whispers of something even worse.

He could feel his connection to Noctis humming with an almost restless energy. And if this situation was as dire as it sounded, then his timeline for summoning another dragon couldn't have been better. Two weeks. Two weeks until he could unleash another force of destruction if he needed to.

But if the situation escalated, would even that be enough?

Azvoid left Amelia's office, his expression calm, but his thoughts already churning. Four weeks until the Clash of Guilds. Something was brewing, and he'd bet his newly achieved C-Rank that it wasn't anything good.

The guild corridors were as noisy as ever, filled with a mix of laughter, arguments, and the constant clash of weapons from sparring sessions. Voices rose and fell like waves, some excited, some nervous, and more than a few laced with complaints about the tournament's sudden rescheduling.

Stepping into the main hall, Azvoid spotted Lola waiting by the entrance, her arms crossed, her expression torn between curiosity and impatience. Her chestnut hair shimmered softly under the guild's lighting, and her golden eyes scanned the crowd like a hawk.

"Hey, Azvoid. You done plotting world domination or whatever with Amelia?" Lola teased, though her fingers nervously toying with the edge of her sleeve gave her away.

He smirked. "Yeah, she said I need to go out there and 'assert my dominance.' So, you know, the usual."

Lola rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. "Seriously though, what happened?"

"Clash of Guilds got moved up. Four weeks instead of three months."

"Four weeks?" Lola's eyes widened, shock plain on her face. "What are they trying to do, kill us all with stress?"

"I doubt they care about that. Seems the guilds themselves are pushing for it." His gaze narrowed slightly. "But I overheard some guild members talking about the Abyssal Hollow Dungeon."

Lola's expression shifted, concern flickering in her eyes. "The one that got completely destroyed? There's been all kinds of crazy rumors flying around about that. Shadow monsters, ancient spirits, super-powered... uh, something."

Azvoid shrugged, feigning indifference. "People see a shadow and think it's the end of the world. Bet it was just some powerful beast going berserk. Probably got too hungry and ate the whole dungeon."

"Yeah... Maybe,"

Lola's shoulders eased a little, though her eyes remained thoughtful. "I guess you're right. But the timing feels too suspicious. And then suddenly the tournament gets pushed up? It's like they're trying to make us dance to their tune."

"Could be. Or it could be everyone's just getting paranoid. Either way, I've got training to do," Azvoid said, his gaze sharpening.

"Training, huh?" Lola asked, her eyes studying him with open curiosity. "How did you even level up so fast? It's like one minute you're just some mysterious guy who suddenly joined the guild, and the next, you're a C-Rank powerhouse. It's crazy."

Azvoid shrugged, pretending to brush some invisible dust off his shoulder. "Pure skill and undeniable charm, obviously."

Lola rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Whatever. Just... be careful, okay? The Clash of Guilds is brutal. There are people out there willing to do anything to get ahead. And I don't want you getting hurt because you decided to play hero or something."

"No promises," Azvoid said with a casual wave. But the truth was, his mind was already racing with plans. Four weeks wasn't much time. He needed to get stronger. Much stronger.

And then there was the repetitive looming thought in the back of his mind, aaaarghhh—two more weeks until he could summon another dragon. The power that came from the Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm was addictive. He craved it. Needed it. But relying on Noctis alone would be a mistake. He had to keep growing on his own.

Because something about the sudden tournament rescheduling left a bad taste in his mouth. And if his instincts were right, whatever was brewing was a lot bigger than just a mere competition....