Reborn in Danmachi as a Dragon-Kin (Rewrite)

Chapter 28

The one-eyed black dragon had forcefully been awakened from its slumber, its massive body stirring with primal hunger. 

With a flap of its ebony wings, it took to the skies, the air currents caressing its scales as it stretched its stiff limbs. 

The dragon's lone, piercing eye scanned the horizon,

The deafening roar of the one-eyed black dragon reverberated through the air as it smashed its massive claws against the house, reducing it to a pile of rubble. 

Dust and debris swirled around, obscuring the scene in a hazy cloud. 

Shockwaves rippled through the ground, sending tremors down into the cellar where the family had taken shelter. 

The violent tremors shook the very foundations of the underground space, causing dirt and debris to rain down from the ceiling. 

Mark, Chise, Rose, and the children immediately succumbed to the powerful shockwaves, blood trickling from their ears and noses as they fell unconscious. 

The stronger ones who were adventurers, Rita, Anita, John, Marcus and Rize, struggled to maintain their footing, disoriented and reeling from the onslaught. 

Draco managed to stay conscious because he was somewhat durable. 

The young dragon-kin found himself in the worst condition. 

His head was pounding, the ringing in his ears drowned out the world around him, and he could feel the warm trickle of blood from his nose and ears. 

The others, though dazed, were in slightly better shape, their durable bodies better equipped to withstand the onslaught. 

Somewhat recovering a little, he quickly noticed his sibling and Clair, unconscious around him. 

To his relief, they were still breathing so the worst hadn’t happened. 

With a grim determination, Draco set to work, using his two hands and tail to carefully gather his unconscious siblings and Clair, pulling them by the cloth towards the stairs leading out of the cellar. 

The children were easier to carry than the unconscious adults, the other conscious adults would carry them out he believed.

Time was of the essence – if the entrance collapsed, they would be trapped, suffocating in the underground space. 

"Everyone to the stairs!" Draco yelled, his voice barely audible over the rumbling of the collapsing structure. 

He lit the way with a small magic fire, guiding the others towards the only possible escape route. 

But fate had other plans. 

Boom!! 

The black dragon struck the ground once more, sending another shockwave rippling through the earth. 

The upper portion of the stairs leading out of the cellar crumbled, dirt cascading down from the collapsed entrance. 

Draco and the children at the stairway's mid point narrowly avoided being buried. 

The situation grew even more dire as the ceiling in the middle of the cellar collapsed, spewing dirt and rocks down, creating a barrier between the two groups. 

John, Anita, Rita, Rize, Marcus, Mark, Chise, and Rose were trapped on the other side. 

Draco and the children were now trapped in the small space between the collapsed upper stairs and the fallen ceiling, cut off from the others. 

"Draco, can you hear me?" John called out, his voice barely a muffle and laced with worry.

"Yes, Grandpa," Draco replied, trying to keep his tone calm and reassuring.

"Is everyone okay there?" John asked.

"Yes, everyone here is fine. What about your side?" Draco inquired.

"We're okay here too, but Anita, Rita, and Rize got buried in the dirt. We're going to dig them out before we come over. Try to stay calm; we'll do what we can from here," John said, his voice strained with the weight of the situation.

Draco let out a sigh of relief, knowing that his family members were still alive, but the impending dread of their predicament weighed heavily on his heart. 

They were trapped, separated, and faced with the daunting task of digging their way out before the cellar collapsed entirely. 

That was if the black dragon didn’t do anything else.

“Cough, cough,” Michalis coughed, pulling his attention.

“Shh, breathe,” Draco said, rushing to his side.

“Nii,” Michalis softly called out, but Draco held his hand firmly to reassure him that he was there. 

Michalis didn’t stay conscious for long and soon closed his eyes once-more. 

‘The space here isn’t very large, and there is little to no airflow. I have to create a path for air to flow. I can’t wait on Grandpa,’ Draco surmised. 

There were 8 of them stuck in such a small space; air wasn’t going to last long.

‘Please don’t do any more damage,’ Draco desperately pleaded to the black dragon.

Climbing the part of the stairs that was still intact, Draco tried to formulate a way to dig to the surface without causing it to collapse further.