Chapter 31: Dragonheart Sigil - SSS Rank Dragon Tamer: Unleashed - NovelsTime

SSS Rank Dragon Tamer: Unleashed

Chapter 31: Dragonheart Sigil

Author: NF_Stories
updatedAt: 2025-07-14

CHAPTER 31: DRAGONHEART SIGIL

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[Ding! System notifications: Guardian Trial Passed.

Dragonheart Sigil obtained.

Blood-line purity +4 % (now 34 %).

Star evolution unlocked: Drake Fledgling.]

The sigil merged with Zephyr’s mark and with Star’s breast core. The dragonling grew his wings, it widened to half a meter, scales blazing. New stats surged into Zephyr’s mind: Strength +3, Fire +3, Endurance +2. Star gained a fresh ability called Ember Trail, a ribbon of flame left behind each dash.

Zephyr reeled at the feedback. Fenna caught his arm. He managed a breathless grin. "Better than okay."

Cracks raced up the altar. Stones groaned overhead. "Zep! Run!" Fenna cried.

They sprinted as the shrine collapsed behind them. Dust chased them down the tunnel, but they burst through the vine draped arch just before the roof caved in. Wind gulped the sound. Zephyr laughed, half hysterical. Fenna laughed too. Star preened, proud and newly mighty.

Under a silver moon they built a fire in a sheltered hollow. Star roasted a fish with a delicate breath of flame. Fenna stitched Zephyr’s cracked arm-guard.

The system rang inside his mind multiple times.

[Ding! System notifications: Congratulations your tame Beast Star Rank up! Current rank E

. All attributes max out automatically for current rank.]

[Zephyr’s current status:

Primary Rank: F

Hidden Class Rank: SSS

Blood-line Purity: 34 %

New Skill: Command Aura Tier 2 — Roar of Courage, which lifts allies’ morale and frightens beasts up to A-rank (only for dragons lineages) within twenty meters.

Dragon Sense Radius: sixty meters.]

[Star’s new profile:

Form: Drake Fledgling

Wingspan: 0.55 m

Core Grade: Level E

Stats: Strength 100, Fire 100, Wing Power 100, Agility 100, Sense 100 (Each Rank is 100 stats point.)

Abilities: Spark Dash, Ember Trail, Tremor, Dominance, Sense.]

Note: Drake Fledgling is a young lesser dragon creature, likely small, still growing, and not yet at full strength. A subtype of dragon, often portrayed as: Smaller or less powerful than full dragons.

Stage 4 now lacked only the five-kilometre flight circuit. With current wing power that should be easy to do.

A sharp tingle touched Zephyr’s senses, when he was busy seeing the system notifications. Three Guild scouts skimming the valley on snow-runners. Red flares flickered and died.

"They might have traced the collapse ruins." Fenna said.

"Then tomorrow," Zephyr decided, "we fly that circuit and prove Star can carry me."

She bound his shoulder tighter, fingers working with gentle urgency despite the trembling in her knuckles. The cloth was torn from her own robe. It was damp with blood, but she wrapped it firm, tying the last knot with a sharp pull that made Zephyr wince.

"Rest now," she whispered, brushing a sweat matted lock of hair from his brow. "Dawn comes fast."

Her voice was soft, almost lost to the crackle of the dying campfire and the distant cry of nocturnal beasts. With a sigh, she settled beside him, her warmth a fragile barrier against the cold seeping in through the forest floor. She leaned against his chest, ear pressed to his heartbeat like she needed its rhythm to calm her own.

Star let out a sleepy trill and curled in a crescent around the zephyr lap, his tiny claws twitching as he adjusted. His black scales glimmered faintly in the firelight, and his breathing matched theirs in quiet unison.

The forest, for once, held its breath.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves in scattered beams, dappling the forest floor in silvery patches. A soft breeze stirred the trees, whispering lullabies in a language older than men. The scent of moss, blood, and ashes lingered in the air.

Zephyr’s eyes fluttered shut. Pain still throbbed in his shoulder, but it was distant now, dulled by exhaustion and the comfort of her touch. His arm shifted, instinctively pulling her closer. Her breath, slow and steady against his chest, was the last sound he heard.

And just like that, beneath a shattered sky and a flickering flame, the three of them drifted into sleep, a warrior, a beautiful girl, and a dragon sheltered for one more night from the chaos waiting beyond the dawn.

Morning came as fire on glass, a sky of polished sapphire, streaked with amber where the first light kissed the jagged ridges. On a high ledge above the frost veiled canopy, Fenna tightened the final buckle of the harness she’d stitched together during the night.

Her fingers, rough from continuous running but gentle, moved with quiet purpose as she secured the straps around Zephyr’s arm. The harness smelled of resin and camp smoke, its stitching fresh, the cord stained faintly with dried blood. It was a mark of their shared hardship and her resolve.

Zephyr exhaled as the final strap bit snug against his skin. Pain flickered beneath the motion with a dull ache from healing wounds but he bore it with a half smile, the kind only survival and sunrise could summon. Although he got a healing crystal, he wouldn’t dare to use it. It’s a dying option. He can’t waste it. Who knows what kind of trouble was waiting for them.

Overhead, Star spread his wings wide, black touched membranes catching the wind like sails spun from moonlight. The young drake hooked his talons into the steel rings affixed to Zephyr’s harness and launched.

The earth fell away.

Air rushed past them in a cold torrent, stinging cheeks and whipping cloaks. Zephyr laughed, free and unguarded as the treetops blurred beneath them, a thousand needles of frost kissed pine bowing low to the drake’s shadow. The sky yawned open, limitless. They banked eastward over a frozen tarn, sunlight reflecting off the ice in blinding sparks like stars trapped beneath the surface. Below, the world looked peaceful. But peace was always a surface thing. Below the surface there’s always a nasty restlessness. It’s the way of the world. A dark truth many refuse to believe.

Catching a rising thermal, Star tucked his wings for a moment, then burst forward in a sharp climb, Spark Dashing across a wide chasm etched into the bones of the land. Zephyr felt the heat of it ripple along the bond. It’s a skill half instinct, half sorcery.

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