Eternal Abyss: The Nightmare Dragon.

Greetings, lords and ladies, Lord Paradox is back with another story — but this time, our journey takes us into the Lost Realm.

After the brutal Siege of Winterfell, Paradox’s clan decided to take on something different. Not an easy task, of course — but one that tested patience and endurance rather than pure head-on war. The event chosen was the Lost Realm, and not just any version of it, but the toughest of them all: the Eternal Abyss. The Eternal Abyss is no simple fight. Enemies keep spawning one after another until the battlefield is drowned in blood. The Eternal Abyss is not for the faint of heart. Enemies surge endlessly, wave after wave, with no pause for mercy. There are no second chances, no healing, no supplies to restore what is lost. Every regiment that falls is gone forever.. To prepare, the clan leader sent ravens across the land, calling every member to arms. The reward was worthy of the risk: Greensight commander medals —relics whispered to flip the tide of the war. These medals are rare, and they boost combat power in ways that can turn the tide of wars. For Paradox, the goal was clear — collect enough Abyss chests, trade them for coins, and use those coins to claim higher-level Greensight medals. The members were full of motivation and wanted to take part in this hunt for the chests with great teamwork. Paradox was one of them. Paradox's eyes were fixed on one prize above all: Cercei Lannister, Whose greensight bestowed unyielding defence. A gift fit for a combat enthusiast, Warlord Paradox. Then everyone was ready.

Now, the major part of the strategy was to announce who would be the tank. The tank would bear the weight of the abyss, taking blow after blow so others could strike from shadows with guerrilla fury. Many wanted to get this honour, but honour can't help us in front of the abyss. To be the tank was to stand unyielding as the storm crashed down, to bleed so that others might endure. It was not glory they were choosing, but sacrifice. After observing the mights and flaws of everyone's regiments. Paradox nominated one of the few powerhouses of our clan, "Astryss". He was a strong Infantry commander and was full of bloodthirsty impulses and wanted to kill as many people and enemies that came in his way while defending others, so they could wipe everyone from the shadows.

The first enemy that came out from the abyss was the feared Dragon Priest. From the very start, things looked grim. The Priest was no ordinary foe — he would use sacs of poison that burst without warning, filling the air with a choking, corrosive cloud. A single breath could kill in seconds, and even those who survived were left wounded. Paradox froze for a second. Memories he had long buried came rushing back — battles where he got defeated by that same poison, watching comrades collapse before his eyes. The sight of the Priest alone was enough to stir those scars, and he knew he had to strike him down quickly, before the venom claimed more lives.

But poison wasn’t the Priest’s only problem. His body would get covered with a sinister aura — a reflection of damage itself. Every blow struck against him risked being turned back upon the attacker. Compared to the venom, it was slower, subtler… but no less deadly. This was an enemy who punished both courage and hesitation, and defeating him would take more than brute force. But with great strategy, Paradox's clan was able to deal a massive blow to his health. But after a few attacks. The poison clouds started appearing in the sky, but the good thing was that the poison clouds only appeared where the shield of our clan was taking blows from the enemies. So Paradox said to everyone to keep healing the Shield. So he could survive, and we could kill him easily. After the poison clouds disappeared, we had a few minutes until the reflection aura would cover the priest. So we all used all our might and killed him before he could use his last curse. The last horror that crawled out of the abyss was not a mere beast; It was a dragon. In every tale across the realms, Dragons are said to be second only to the creator, Beings created from pure mana. Their veins run with living fire. Unlike humans and monsters. Their power does not fade away. Instead, they get stronger as they grow older. With every breath. They can drown the battlefield with fire and leave only ash. When its shadow fell on the battlefield, the air itself seemed to tremble. Even the clan shield knew this would not be an easy fight. This will either kill them or leave scars far deeper than imagined. Then he started his first attack. The attacks did not deal that much damage, as the dragon's body and its scales reflected nearly 90% of the damage back to the attacker. So the shield was nearly at the end of his life. and others were healing him nonstop. But this was not enough to kill him fast. Then, in this chaos, Paradox remembered that his grandfather, who was a holy knight, used to say that mitrill or oricallcum are the weakness of dragons, as these two elements are said to descend from the upper realm in the time when Dragons and the first generation humans fought against each other. The orichalcum was not found anywhere after the war, but Mithril was sleeping in the dragon nest. The mithrill was their only hope. So with no time to lose, Paradox ordered a cavalry unit to ride straight to the nest to bring back mithril while others and Paradox would hold the dragon's wraith at bay. The battle raged on. Every second felt like an eternity. After a long time, there was no news of cavalry units that were dispatched to fetch mithril from the nest. Paradox was standing at the edge of despair. And then a sound. Horses thundered across the field. from the smoke, the cavalry unit burst forth with the mithril. Paradox seized the mithril and immediately coated it on his sword. After seeing the mithril sword. Dragon's ancient fear resurfaced, and he remembered that mithril could pierce through his flesh. Now! Paradox roared, his voice carrying over fire. The shield-bearer held the lineup just one last time, and healers gave their best in healing Paradox. Paradox, with his mithril forged sword, charged toward the dragon, cutting through the dragon's scales and finally piercing the dragon's heart, and this was how he was able to slay the dragon. with the dragon's corpse lying on the ground in front of Paradox. The abyss fell silent. The clan stood weary--but victorious. Finally, the rewards shone in the ash. Paradox took his reward and converted it into coins to get Cercei Lannister.

So, lords and ladies, the tale does not end here. The question remains: will Paradox’s strength and his commanders be enough when the next great trial arrives?