The Lord of the Seas - An Isekai Progression Fantasy [ Currently on Volume 2 ]

The reason why the DragonBorn treated his mother the way they did was because Selene was a Wyvern.

While Lukas learnt that Selene was descended from a distant relative of House Drakos, she was still very much considered to be of "low-blood." Thus when Lord Jaren Drakos, Lukas' father, fell for her and made him his concubine; the decision was extremely controversial.

Lord Jaren had even taught her the Draconic Flow, against the pleas of his advisors not to do so.

The more Lukas learnt about his mother's past, the more he appreciated her because even after everything she'd been through, Selene had chosen to stay by his side; waiting for more than a century for her son to awaken from what seemed like an eternal slumber.

But Selene was also the reason they had treated him with such contempt.

Though it was no fault of her own, Lukas was, to put it quite bluntly, a bastard born out of wedlock.

It was clear that the other Dragonborn did not respect him.

Lukas hoped that what he had done to that loudmouth of a Dragonborn would perhaps change that. It may have seemed impulsive but Lukas knew if he let them continue to step on him, they would continue to treat him as though he were beneath thm.

At its very core, Hiraeth and Earth were not so different. Lukas needed them to respect him, even if it meant first making them fear what he was capable of doing. It was no different from breaking down his opponents' mentally before dominating them in the ring.

As they glided through the waterways of Linemall's underwater region, Lukas watched as hundreds of dragonkind paid their respects to the newly awakened Lukas Drakos.

His mother, however, remained mostly silent as they made their way towards the palace.

How long had it been since she had stepped foot into the Royal Palace of the Seas?

Lukas knew that Lord Jaren no longer walked the land of the living, his mother had made it clear to him. Lord Jaren had likely passed while he had been stuck in that coma and now Lukas wondered what his mother might be feeling, the memories she was reliving in her head.

Finally, they arrived.

This time, the Dragonborn stood ready for his arrival.

Their heads were lowered now as they should have been and they bowed even deeper when Lukas made his way past them; his mother close by his side.

The ancestral home of the Drakos bloodline stood as a testament to the majesty of the sea and the unyielding power of the Dragon Lords.

Unlike the cold, oppressive cobblestone castles of human kings, this palace breathed life and magic, a structure woven into the ocean itself. The palace was not simply built—it was shaped by the first of his kind, grown from living coral, bioluminescent crystal, and ancient sea-dragon bones that have melded into an unbreakable fortress.

Its outer walls pulsed with light, shifting between deep blues and shimmering aquamarine, as if mirroring the tides and moods of the ocean itself.

The entrance was marked by colossal gates of obsidian and pearl, etched with the history of the Drakos lineage.

As Lukas approached, the palace itself seemed to recognize his presence, the palace itself was alive.

It was a breathtaking sight as the gates parted for the young Lukas Drakos. An acknowledgement that could not be denied, even by the most stubborn and hardheaded of the Dragonborn.

As they entered the Grand Estate of the Drakos Household, they were greeted by a large expanse.

A coliseum of water and stone, the training grounds of the Drakos Palace are where the fiercest dragon warriors hone their skills. Lukas could sense the history of this arena, its overwhelming past to the point where Lukas felt as if he were being watched over by spectral remnants of the past Dragon Lords, their magic lingering in the walls, observing every fight.

There seemed to be more than enough weapons, armor and equipment to arm thousands of dragons when he looked to the side. But it seemed to be largely empty.

How strange.

Selene took in a sharp breath, stepping onto the arena herself. It seemed like she knew this place well.

Lukas wanted to ask her more about the palace but he knew this was not the time. He knew she needed a moment to take it all in, to process and live through a past life she had thought long been forgotten. So Lukas took the time to look around and appreciate the architecture around him.

Then he saw her.

In the middle of the fighting grounds, there stood a lone figure who seems to have been watching him this entire time.

What was her deal?

Lukas glanced at Selene who seemed to recognize her and she replied to his unspoken inquiry. "That is your older brother's daughter. Katrina Drakos. She is family."

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Lukas flinched and the figure finally began making her way towards him.

He had a brother? Would that make his brother the current Dragon Lord of the Seas?

From his glimpses into Lukas' life before the incident, Lukas knew he had been close to his family. It was not like your typical royal feuds and assassinations, with everybody having some sort of claim to the throne fighting for it.

Lukas Drakos had had a childhood full of love and care.

So if Lukas had a brother, wouldn't his brother have come to greet him? Why had he been left alone in that abandoned palace with only his mother to care for him?

Lukas allowed his thoughts to run wild, so much so that he had not noticed that his mother had distanced herself from him and his niece was picking up the pace.

In fact, she was sprinting towards him at full speed and clutched in her hands was a giant warhammer that stood taller than Lukas himself. The girl took a giant leap, her feet pushing off and cracking the concrete beneath; rising and then falling with inhuman speed, swinging with all her might.

If Lukas had found himself in his original body, even assuming he had the inhuman ability to function underwater the way that all dragons of the sea were able to, he would have likely died right there and then.

The agility she possessed was nothing short of incredible.

But the body of Lukas Drakos was not human.

This was the body of a dragon.

It was stronger, faster and sharper.

Lukas stepped to the side and his fighting instincts kicked in. That had not died alongside Julien Fronterra, it had stayed with him; even in his second life. A huge swing like that generated extreme power but at the same time, it meant she would be defenseless to a counter if her opponent could react to it. And react to it, Lukas did.

Instead of falling back and creating distance, Lukas closed it.

Lukas realized how much more freedom he had in the water as it seemed to go where he went. It seemed to obey his movements in every intentional action he made and Lukas pulled back his fist before slamming it into her face. The blow landed hard and her head wrenched back violently but still the girl not let go of her hammer, allowing its weight to anchor her in place.

Without it, she would have likely been blown back by his punch.

Lukas had the slightest of moments to get a good look of her and he realized how vastly different she looked compared to him.

Her hair was blonde while his was jet black, her skin clear as glass and her body unblemished by scars like his.

Her eyes were a deep sea green while his were a bright blue. She was shorter, smaller than most of the Dragonborn and thus tiny compared to him. But there was a fierce flame in her eyes as she met his gaze, and they both could not help but grin.

Perhaps they're not so different after all.

She was a fighter. Just like him.

Her nose was bleeding, maybe even broken but that didn't seem to faze her.

In fact, that punch just added fuel to the flame.

The girl swung her hammer back up to rest on her shoulder, looking Lukas up and down. She recognized him immediately. There was no need to introduce himself to her for she must have heard his announcement, one that he'd made to the entirety of Linemall itself, when trying to greet the youngling.

"Hello there, Uncle. My name's Katrina. You're strong. Let's fight, shall we?"

There was nothing like a greeting through an exchange of fists.

Lukas was impressed. Katrina Drakos seemed young but despite her age, it was obvious to him that she was stronger than any of the Dragonborn he had encountered so far. But the gap between them was painfully clear from the get-go. It just took a while for Lukas to get used to moving underwater and learning how to take advantage of the freedom of movement he had with the flow of water at his disposal.

This was what it meant to be a member of the Drakos Family, the Great House that ruled over the Seas of Linemall.

Lukas Drakos was the latest in the bloodline that was the absolute pinnacle of the draconic race. And this was a battle taking place when Lukas had awoken only hours ago from a nearly two century long slumber. He was weaker than he would ever be and yet his physicality was far superior to Katrina's.

Her movements became more desperate, clearly irritated by the fact that none of her attacks were landing. With a guttural roar, a flip was switched within the young girl. Lukas could feel it, he could feel the Mana within him responding to it.

Mana. A force of nature that was the reality of this world he had been reborn into, this was the law of nature here: Magic. It was the force of nature that governed reality itself.

The water around them seemed to be drawn towards her hammer and he could see its consistency change. It took on an almost pseudo solid state, surrounding her hammer and taking on her weapon's shape. The water formed a hammer far larger than the one in her hand and Lukas watched in amazement at the spell she had cast.

Caught up in a trance, Lukas did not move to avoid the hammer that was now aimed straight at him.

It was too late to avoid it.

As the hammer seemed to collide with the surface of his skin, the water broke apart and suddenly his skin where the hammer had struck him morphed into scales. There was a huge disruption of magical energy as the hammer dissipated back into the surrounding water, and his scales seemed to glow with power that he had no idea was within him.

"The Robes of a Lord…" His niece whispered as she dropped her hammer to the ground, seemingly exhausted and spent of all the magical energy she could muster.

On the other hand, Lukas could feel the power of the ocean in the palm of his hand and if he really wanted to, he could crush the young girl in front of him with the weight of the seas.

But he had seen enough. Gradually, Lukas released the power; reminding himself that this girl was family.

Lukas crouched down in front of her and offered her a hand which she took hesitantly. He pulled her to her feet and nodded in approval.

"It's nice to meet you too, Katrina. My name is Lukas. And I'd like you to teach me magic."