CHAPTER 32 – TO EACH ON OUR OWN BATTLES
LYSANDER FARADEISS
In the previous timeline, my combat history boasts encounters with over a thousand dragons. The knowledge I carry transcends mere statistics; I've etched the unique abilities and classifications of these majestic creatures into the fabric of my memory. Among the myriad dragon varieties, the Pure Dragon, by comparison, stands as the most feeble. Diminutive and lacking the intellectual prowess of its counterparts, it is an embodiment of vulnerability.
A primal roar ruptured the air as the Pure Dragon bared its razor-sharp teeth, exhaling a plume of smoke that hung ominously in the air. I responded not with words, but by weaving an intricate tapestry of mana in my hands, shaping an ethereal forge within my mind's eye. The imaginary dance of two swords materialized into reality as I muttered the invocation, "Forge." With a swift motion, I hurled the newly formed short swords in opposing trajectories, one to the left and the other to the right of the bewildered Pure Dragon.
Intrigued, the Pure Dragon, though lacking in cognitive depth, hesitated not in responding. It conjured a fiery sphere within its maw, unleashing the searing projectile in my direction with an unbridled ferocity, the flames a testament to the latent power within its diminutive form.
"Blink," I muttered, and the fabric of space bent to my will. In an instant, I found myself standing beside the short sword I had previously launched to the right.
The Pure Dragon, perplexed by my sudden relocation that defied the laws of its understanding, failed to grasp the reality of true teleportation— a magical prowess exclusive to the Ghost Units of the Elysian Army.
"Rock Fist!" I chanted, and the earth beneath me trembled. A cascade of rubble enveloped my right arm, transforming it into an oversized boxing glove fashioned from the very ground I stood upon. Simultaneously, I channeled mana into my heel, triggering a jet-engine reaction that propelled me into the air. "Rocket Jump!"
Ascending with newfound momentum, I soared toward the Pure Dragon's right cheek. The colossal Rock Fist swung with calculated precision, colliding with the dragon's vulnerable spot- its left cheek. The impact birthed a powerful shockwave, a testament to the force unleashed. In the blink of an eye, the once formidable Pure Dragon succumbed to the overwhelming might of the assault, its reign of resistance extinguished.
“Raaaaaaah!”
A primal cry echoed through the air as the Pure Dragon's defiance reached its crescendo. Its colossal head met the earth with a resounding crash, imprinting a shallow crater as a testament to the force of its fall. Following this dramatic descent, the dragon's form was engulfed in an ethereal white light, a metamorphic dance that signaled its return to a more vulnerable state— that of a naked human teenager.
Dispelling the earthen appendage magnetized to my fist, I approached the unconscious dragonoid with measured steps. The chaotic battlefield now held a momentary calm as I knelt beside the transformed adversary. With a practiced touch, I sought the rhythmic beat of life within, confirming the pulse that persisted. Though subdued and incapacitated, the once fearsome creature still clung to the thread of existence.
In the realm of chaos, the trio, colloquially known as the three stooges, engaged in a formidable confrontation with a Pure Dragon. Three dragonoid high school girls faced off against the singular menace, a collision of power and resilience.
"Raaaah!" The Pure Dragon's roar reverberated, heralding the impending release of destructive energy. A fiery ball coalesced in its maw, aimed with precision toward the trio.
"S-Stand back!" Gaeun's authoritative voice cut through the tension as she assumed the frontline position. Her flowing black hair twirled in the air as she brandished a starry magic wand. "Bubble Barrier!" she exclaimed, and a colossal forcefield materialized, a formidable shield against the impending inferno.
Seizing the initiative, Kate, with her fiery crimson hair dancing in the wind, charged forward with a sword in hand. The blade, infused with the essence of flame, gleamed with an otherworldly glow as she executed a graceful jump slash. "Yaaaaah!" The clash of elements erupted as the enchanted sword met the Pure Dragon's onslaught, a testament to the synchronized ballet of magic and combat.
"Raaaaaaaah!" The Pure Dragon, a force to be reckoned with, deftly deflected Kate's slashing sword with its formidable claws.
"You fucking die, bitch!" Kate's spirited grin conveyed a strange blend of thrill and determination, as if relishing the challenge of facing such a formidable adversary. "Take this! Hyaaah!" The dance of combat intensified as the crimson-haired dragonoid swung her flaming sword with a fluid grace, each movement met with a corresponding claw attack from the Pure Dragon. A symphony of swordsmanship and clawmanship unfolded, a mesmerizing display where the strength of the fiery lesbian dragonoid rivaled that of her colossal, draconic opponent.
Seizing the opportune moment, Gaeun, with her magic wand poised, chanted, "Lightning Bolt!" Arcane energies crackled and coalesced into streaks of lightning that darted toward the Pure Dragon, adding a new layer of complexity to the battle.
Alert to the threat, the Pure Dragon unfurled its wings and ascended, deftly evading the incoming lightning bolts. Undeterred, Kate pressed forward, her sword slicing through empty air as the Pure Dragon soared out of reach.
"Hey! Get down here, you coward!" Kate's vehement roar echoed through the battlefield, frustration evident in her clenched fists.
"Don't worry, monsieur. I'll get him down," Charlotte declared with an air of aristocratic confidence. The brown-haired dragonoid, exuding an air of elegance even in the midst of battle, shouldered her anti-air sniper rifle. With precision befitting a seasoned marksman, she aligned the crosshairs with the evasive Pure Dragon.
A singular press of the trigger sent a high-caliber bullet hurtling through the air. Possessing the capability to penetrate even thick metal armor, the projectile tore through the Pure Dragon's left wing as though it were mere tissue paper.
"Graaaaaaaah!" The Pure Dragon's anguished cry resonated as it plummeted to the ground, headfirst.
"Hahaha! Finally!" Kate's triumphant laughter filled the air as she raised her sword, charging toward the crash site. "Now you're mine!" The culmination of strategy, marksmanship, and sheer determination had brought the once-elusive foe within Kate's reach, setting the stage for the final chapter of their fierce encounter.
With a powerful leap, Kate ascended into the air, her flaming sword poised for a decisive strike. The blade descended with unyielding force, slamming into the Pure Dragon's head. Upon impact, a burst of flames erupted, shrouding the battlefield in a thick veil of smoke.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, it unveiled a transformed scene—a naked humanoid creature now occupied the space where the formidable Pure Dragon once stood. Gaeun, overcome with modesty, shyly covered her eyes, while Charlotte, witnessing the unexpected metamorphosis, cringed in response. Kate, wearing an expression of perplexity, couldn't help but voice her confusion.
"Wait, why is he naked?" Kate tilted her head, her bewilderment mirrored in the faces of her companions. The battlefield, once a stage for intense combat, now bore witness to a bizarre twist, leaving the trio to grapple with the peculiarity of their conquered foe's sudden exposure.
In the heart of the confrontation, the stage was set for a riveting two-versus-two battle between Hiraya, Alris, and the nefarious Doctor Pete Voltaire, accompanied by his formidable Pure Dragon.
The clash of blades echoed as the tall, dark, and handsome Alris engaged in a fierce sword duel with the enigmatic doctor. The two adversaries locked weapons, each refusing to yield an inch. Alris' sword shimmered with azure flames, a testament to the elemental power coursing through his weapon, while the doctor countered with a blade enchanted with a sinister violet curse.
"What have you done to the dragonoids?" Alris demanded, his voice cutting through the intensity of battle. "Why are you controlling them with an artificial Vesryn Pulse? And why are they naked?"
The doctor, unfazed by the inquiry, adjusted his glasses with an air of smug confidence. "Asking the really important questions, like a true detective," he remarked. "I have no obligation to answer you, you traitor to the dragonoid race!"
The doctor's forceful kick landed squarely on Alris' stomach, propelling him downward with a tremendous force that left the ground beneath him marred by a miniature crater.
"Go, my dragon! Kill him!" The doctor commanded, and the Pure Dragon, obedient to its master, complied. It charged a formidable fireball within its maw, ready to unleash it upon the incapacitated Alris.
"Wind Arrow!" A sudden burst of magic interrupted the impending doom. A missile composed of air materialized, intercepting the fiery projectile. The winds within the powerful missile dispersed the flame ball into tiny embers, extinguishing the threat. Emerging from the magical intervention, a beautiful blonde elf gracefully approached Alris.
"Hiraya!" Alris exclaimed in delight, his crimson eyes sparkling with joy.
In a tender exchange, Hiraya flashed an adorable smile at her future husband, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush. "Let's beat him together," she proposed.
"Yeah," Alris nodded with infectious enthusiasm, ready to stand side by side with his beloved.
"Oh, really?" The doctor sneered from his perch atop the Pure Dragon. "What are you two lovebirds going to do? Kiss until we die of sweetness? Hahaha!"
"No," Hiraya retorted, a confident smile playing on her lips as her golden eyes sparkled with determination. "You have been using Artificial Vesryn Pulse with these dragonoids. It's time we show you the real Vesryn Pulse!"
Alris and Hiraya exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. With a nod, they simultaneously placed their hands over their hearts, which began to radiate a brilliant golden light. Synchronizing their heartbeats, a harmonious energy enveloped them.
"Activating Vesryn Pulse!" Hiraya's voice resonated through the air, the declaration infused with determination and the raw power of their synchronized hearts.
CHAPTER 32 – TO EACH ON OUR OWN BATTLES
LYSANDER FARADEISS
In the previous timeline, my combat history boasts encounters with over a thousand dragons. The knowledge I carry transcends mere statistics; I've etched the unique abilities and classifications of these majestic creatures into the fabric of my memory. Among the myriad dragon varieties, the Pure Dragon, by comparison, stands as the most feeble. Diminutive and lacking the intellectual prowess of its counterparts, it is an embodiment of vulnerability.
A primal roar ruptured the air as the Pure Dragon bared its razor-sharp teeth, exhaling a plume of smoke that hung ominously in the air. I responded not with words, but by weaving an intricate tapestry of mana in my hands, shaping an ethereal forge within my mind's eye. The imaginary dance of two swords materialized into reality as I muttered the invocation, "Forge." With a swift motion, I hurled the newly formed short swords in opposing trajectories, one to the left and the other to the right of the bewildered Pure Dragon.
Intrigued, the Pure Dragon, though lacking in cognitive depth, hesitated not in responding. It conjured a fiery sphere within its maw, unleashing the searing projectile in my direction with an unbridled ferocity, the flames a testament to the latent power within its diminutive form.
"Blink," I muttered, and the fabric of space bent to my will. In an instant, I found myself standing beside the short sword I had previously launched to the right.
The Pure Dragon, perplexed by my sudden relocation that defied the laws of its understanding, failed to grasp the reality of true teleportation— a magical prowess exclusive to the Ghost Units of the Elysian Army.
"Rock Fist!" I chanted, and the earth beneath me trembled. A cascade of rubble enveloped my right arm, transforming it into an oversized boxing glove fashioned from the very ground I stood upon. Simultaneously, I channeled mana into my heel, triggering a jet-engine reaction that propelled me into the air. "Rocket Jump!"
Ascending with newfound momentum, I soared toward the Pure Dragon's right cheek. The colossal Rock Fist swung with calculated precision, colliding with the dragon's vulnerable spot- its left cheek. The impact birthed a powerful shockwave, a testament to the force unleashed. In the blink of an eye, the once formidable Pure Dragon succumbed to the overwhelming might of the assault, its reign of resistance extinguished.
“Raaaaaaah!”
A primal cry echoed through the air as the Pure Dragon's defiance reached its crescendo. Its colossal head met the earth with a resounding crash, imprinting a shallow crater as a testament to the force of its fall. Following this dramatic descent, the dragon's form was engulfed in an ethereal white light, a metamorphic dance that signaled its return to a more vulnerable state— that of a naked human teenager.
Dispelling the earthen appendage magnetized to my fist, I approached the unconscious dragonoid with measured steps. The chaotic battlefield now held a momentary calm as I knelt beside the transformed adversary. With a practiced touch, I sought the rhythmic beat of life within, confirming the pulse that persisted. Though subdued and incapacitated, the once fearsome creature still clung to the thread of existence.
In the realm of chaos, the trio, colloquially known as the three stooges, engaged in a formidable confrontation with a Pure Dragon. Three dragonoid high school girls faced off against the singular menace, a collision of power and resilience.
"Raaaah!" The Pure Dragon's roar reverberated, heralding the impending release of destructive energy. A fiery ball coalesced in its maw, aimed with precision toward the trio.
"S-Stand back!" Gaeun's authoritative voice cut through the tension as she assumed the frontline position. Her flowing black hair twirled in the air as she brandished a starry magic wand. "Bubble Barrier!" she exclaimed, and a colossal forcefield materialized, a formidable shield against the impending inferno.
Seizing the initiative, Kate, with her fiery crimson hair dancing in the wind, charged forward with a sword in hand. The blade, infused with the essence of flame, gleamed with an otherworldly glow as she executed a graceful jump slash. "Yaaaaah!" The clash of elements erupted as the enchanted sword met the Pure Dragon's onslaught, a testament to the synchronized ballet of magic and combat.
"Raaaaaaaah!" The Pure Dragon, a force to be reckoned with, deftly deflected Kate's slashing sword with its formidable claws.
"You fucking die, bitch!" Kate's spirited grin conveyed a strange blend of thrill and determination, as if relishing the challenge of facing such a formidable adversary. "Take this! Hyaaah!" The dance of combat intensified as the crimson-haired dragonoid swung her flaming sword with a fluid grace, each movement met with a corresponding claw attack from the Pure Dragon. A symphony of swordsmanship and clawmanship unfolded, a mesmerizing display where the strength of the fiery lesbian dragonoid rivaled that of her colossal, draconic opponent.
Seizing the opportune moment, Gaeun, with her magic wand poised, chanted, "Lightning Bolt!" Arcane energies crackled and coalesced into streaks of lightning that darted toward the Pure Dragon, adding a new layer of complexity to the battle.
Alert to the threat, the Pure Dragon unfurled its wings and ascended, deftly evading the incoming lightning bolts. Undeterred, Kate pressed forward, her sword slicing through empty air as the Pure Dragon soared out of reach.
"Hey! Get down here, you coward!" Kate's vehement roar echoed through the battlefield, frustration evident in her clenched fists.
"Don't worry, monsieur. I'll get him down," Charlotte declared with an air of aristocratic confidence. The brown-haired dragonoid, exuding an air of elegance even in the midst of battle, shouldered her anti-air sniper rifle. With precision befitting a seasoned marksman, she aligned the crosshairs with the evasive Pure Dragon.
A singular press of the trigger sent a high-caliber bullet hurtling through the air. Possessing the capability to penetrate even thick metal armor, the projectile tore through the Pure Dragon's left wing as though it were mere tissue paper.
"Graaaaaaaah!" The Pure Dragon's anguished cry resonated as it plummeted to the ground, headfirst.
"Hahaha! Finally!" Kate's triumphant laughter filled the air as she raised her sword, charging toward the crash site. "Now you're mine!" The culmination of strategy, marksmanship, and sheer determination had brought the once-elusive foe within Kate's reach, setting the stage for the final chapter of their fierce encounter.
With a powerful leap, Kate ascended into the air, her flaming sword poised for a decisive strike. The blade descended with unyielding force, slamming into the Pure Dragon's head. Upon impact, a burst of flames erupted, shrouding the battlefield in a thick veil of smoke.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, it unveiled a transformed scene—a naked humanoid creature now occupied the space where the formidable Pure Dragon once stood. Gaeun, overcome with modesty, shyly covered her eyes, while Charlotte, witnessing the unexpected metamorphosis, cringed in response. Kate, wearing an expression of perplexity, couldn't help but voice her confusion.
"Wait, why is he naked?" Kate tilted her head, her bewilderment mirrored in the faces of her companions. The battlefield, once a stage for intense combat, now bore witness to a bizarre twist, leaving the trio to grapple with the peculiarity of their conquered foe's sudden exposure.
In the heart of the confrontation, the stage was set for a riveting two-versus-two battle between Hiraya, Alris, and the nefarious Doctor Pete Voltaire, accompanied by his formidable Pure Dragon.
The clash of blades echoed as the tall, dark, and handsome Alris engaged in a fierce sword duel with the enigmatic doctor. The two adversaries locked weapons, each refusing to yield an inch. Alris' sword shimmered with azure flames, a testament to the elemental power coursing through his weapon, while the doctor countered with a blade enchanted with a sinister violet curse.
"What have you done to the dragonoids?" Alris demanded, his voice cutting through the intensity of battle. "Why are you controlling them with an artificial Vesryn Pulse? And why are they naked?"
The doctor, unfazed by the inquiry, adjusted his glasses with an air of smug confidence. "Asking the really important questions, like a true detective," he remarked. "I have no obligation to answer you, you traitor to the dragonoid race!"
The doctor's forceful kick landed squarely on Alris' stomach, propelling him downward with a tremendous force that left the ground beneath him marred by a miniature crater.
"Go, my dragon! Kill him!" The doctor commanded, and the Pure Dragon, obedient to its master, complied. It charged a formidable fireball within its maw, ready to unleash it upon the incapacitated Alris.
"Wind Arrow!" A sudden burst of magic interrupted the impending doom. A missile composed of air materialized, intercepting the fiery projectile. The winds within the powerful missile dispersed the flame ball into tiny embers, extinguishing the threat. Emerging from the magical intervention, a beautiful blonde elf gracefully approached Alris.
"Hiraya!" Alris exclaimed in delight, his crimson eyes sparkling with joy.
In a tender exchange, Hiraya flashed an adorable smile at her future husband, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush. "Let's beat him together," she proposed.
"Yeah," Alris nodded with infectious enthusiasm, ready to stand side by side with his beloved.
"Oh, really?" The doctor sneered from his perch atop the Pure Dragon. "What are you two lovebirds going to do? Kiss until we die of sweetness? Hahaha!"
"No," Hiraya retorted, a confident smile playing on her lips as her golden eyes sparkled with determination. "You have been using Artificial Vesryn Pulse with these dragonoids. It's time we show you the real Vesryn Pulse!"
Alris and Hiraya exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. With a nod, they simultaneously placed their hands over their hearts, which began to radiate a brilliant golden light. Synchronizing their heartbeats, a harmonious energy enveloped them.
"Activating Vesryn Pulse!" Hiraya's voice resonated through the air, the declaration infused with determination and the raw power of their synchronized hearts.
