The Draconic System: Rise of To Ascendance

Raizen stared at the silver-haired woman, her piercing gaze burning into him with a mix of caution and restrained fury. Who was she, and why did House Valen have her locked up like cargo?

The system pulsed again.

[Genetic Compatibility Detected – Potential Link to Draconic Lineage]

Raizen clenched his jaw. This wasn't a coincidence.

The woman's wrists were bound in reinforced restraints, and a suppression collar wrapped around her neck, its small lights blinking faintly. He had seen these before—devices meant to suppress advanced bloodlines or abilities. House Valen had been taking no chances with her.

"Who are you?" Raizen asked, his voice low but firm.

She didn't respond immediately, her silver eyes narrowing as if evaluating him. Then, she shifted, rolling her shoulders despite her restraints. Defiant. Not broken.

Raizen moved quickly, pulling a small blade from his belt and slicing through the bindings on her wrists. She winced slightly as the circulation returned to her hands, but still, she said nothing.

He met her gaze. "Look, I don't know why they had you locked up, but if you want to get out of here alive, you're coming with me."

Still silent.

Then, finally, she spoke. "Do you always free prisoners without knowing who they are?" Her voice was smooth, but there was an edge of amusement to it.

Raizen smirked. "Only when they're interesting."

The system chimed again.

[New Objective: Escort Unknown Individual to Safety]

Before she could respond, the sharp crack of gunfire erupted outside. House Valen's reinforcements had arrived.

Raizen swore under his breath. "We need to move. Now."

He grabbed her hand, pulling her from the transport. Bullets ricocheted off the metal walls, forcing them to duck behind cover. The woman, despite having been restrained, moved with surprising agility. She wasn't just some random captive.

Raizen tapped his communicator. "Ayaka, I need an extraction. Now."

Ayaka's voice crackled through. "I figured as much. Hold tight—I've got a route mapped out."

Raizen turned to the silver-haired woman. "Can you fight?"

She arched an eyebrow, then reached for the fallen guard's weapon, testing its weight. "Try to keep up."

Raizen chuckled. This was getting interesting.

With a quick breath, he moved. Time to carve a way out.