The Bored Immortal

"GRAWWWRRR!!" The hoarse, pitiful roars of a winter dragon in pain boomed across the Coldstorm of Hell.

Winter Dragons, just like most dragon races, were known for their physical strength and their resistance to physical pain. Even more so for geniuses and experts among these races who had achieved their current level of strength by training so hard till they bleed.

This was one of the reasons any common person would feel awe and respect whenever they hear about dragons since they knew what it meant to become one.

And in the Darkstar Realm, not even a single denizen had ever heard a Winter Dragon in pain or seen one getting hurt. In fact, they considered it impossible unless some sort of infighting was going on since no other race in this realm would dare to go against the Winter Dragons.

And now, in the town nearest to the Coldstorm of Hell, which was still hundreds of miles away from the region, one could hear the faint echoes of a Winter Dragon roaring in pain.

But since even the people in this town were frozen like statues, nobody was conscious to hear it.

Mevron's roars died down as the giant icicles had firmly fixed his flesh to the huge icy cross, dark red blood dripping down to the snow.

The physical pain of having his body hanged on a cross was not the one that hurt Mevron the most, but it was the humiliation of being put up on a cross in such a disgraceful way.

Nobody even in their dreams would have ever imagined seeing a Winter Dragon in such a state, especially in their true form.

But despite being in his true and most powerful form, he didn't even have the energy to lift his finger to do anything. It was more like he didn't dare to do anything, hoping that this merciless deity wouldn't do anything worse.

Still, he was desperately praying for a certain someone to come to his rescue and save him from this monster. He still had hopes that she would be able to get him out of this. In his eyes, there was nothing impossible for her.

And as if his prayers were answered, his pallid expression lit up upon seeing a mesmerizing tall beauty in a dark blue gown walking forward as her long sapphire hair danced in the air, making her seem like a goddess who was about to save him from the grasps of death.

One could catch a glimpse of her titillating cleavage formed by her big round snowy mounds, which would make even the blood of a eunuch hot. But no one would dare to look at her in such a way...not even the Winter Dragon who was hanging on a cross before her.

However, Mevron's face burned with unbearable shame since the person whom he had given his heart to was seeing him in such a poor and pitiful state. His dream and goal were to make himself look so mighty and capable enough to make her look at him in a different way.

He was even ready to sacrifice all the treasures he had painstakingly collected if he could at least touch the ends of her gown. All his life, he had only looked up to her but now, even if he was the one looking down, he felt even more lesser than a worm at this moment.

Still, since she came up here then, didn't this mean that she cared about him? Didn't this mean that she would somehow try to save him??

But he couldn't tell what she was thinking since she wasn't looking at him. Instead, she raised her head to look at the Spirit Guardian, who was still standing high up in the air, looking down at her.

The Spirit Guardian also turned his head to look down at her as the two exchanged gazes, creating a strange palpable tension between them to the point even Mevron could feel it.

Was she really going to fight a deity for him? Did he underestimate how much she cared about him? Was she hard on him all these years as her way of caring about him?

But Mevron felt that something was off when he saw her usually emotionless and cold icy blue eyes flickering with emotions he couldn't comprehend. He could see those pairs of exquisite eyes misting up with tears!

And before he knew it, she lowered her gaze, and to his shock, he saw her bend her knees...a sight he wouldn't even dare imagine in his dreams.

And to his dismay, she fully bent her knees as she fell on her knees and bowed her head, "Master...Your loyal disciple is at your service. Not a single day...has passed by where this disciple hadn't dreamt of your return..." The Winter Dragon King's voice sounded emotionless as ever, but if one carefully noticed, her voice was not as cold as always. Instead, one could feel her voice trembling with complicated emotions.

But no one could be more shocked and confused than Mevron to see her like this.

"M-My king...what are you saying..." Mevron incoherently mumbled in a state of disbelief.

Her words made Mevron feel like his heart was being hammered.

Why was she acting and talking like this? Did his beloved king get bewitched by this deity? How could someone who had never shown a tinge of emotion show so many emotions?

Even if the entire realm was to collapse, someone like his Winter Dragon King would never bend her knees, let alone willingly.

The Spirit Guardian slowly descended towards the ground as he finally spoke in a deep toneless voice, "I haven't returned. But the mistakes of your people have forced my hand. This isn't what I expected from you, Nulai."

The Spirit Guardian's voice wasn't loud but stentorian enough to send chills through Mevron's blood, but at the same time, he was stunned to hear the Spirit Guardian address his king by her first name!