The Dragon was in absolute anguish, burning in flames of arrogance. The sky turned amber as the Emberal Dragon stood his way out of the cave. His breath was heavy and heated, his step shook the land, and the whole scene was painted in blood red just like before. The overhaul of the environment to this red tint happened when the dragon was the dominant one. But this time, the warriors were ready. It was Vamik with an eagle eye that stunted body functioning at cellular level. The intensity of the attack wasn't brutal enough to pierce in deep, but it had surely created another opening. Leon took his sickles out, one in each hand, sprawling from high above straight to the dragon eyes. He pierced them, the pain cropped in strenuous. The snort from the dragon flew Leon away. But that wasn't it, the dragon had already regenerated its eyes.
"What an amusing power you got there kid" it spoke, which shocked everyone.
But the chief was right on the mark summoning two large rings, lingering with divine yellow energy. A few whiplashes whooped out from the rings. The whiplashes clasped the dragon in its firm grip. It struggled as the whiplashes punished it. They were rubbing their painful energy on its rough scales. Right before it could break free, Vlan ignited his hammer with the energy of Paths. This energy dented the dragon badly. The tremendous, fierce energy was reciprocated everywhere, from dusk till dawn every creature was shook by it. But the mythical beast wouldn't go down. It broke free and growled hard, summoning his unpredicted army. Thousands of Gobels came down from a hill cliff rushing to aetherfield as reinforcement.
"This is bad" Leon whispered
"Faf and Vlan, stop the Gobels with all your might" chief commanded.
Faf, arcing high towards the Gobels, tore open a portal and casted them for a free fall. Many plummeted down from pivotal height and crushed their mobility. Vlan was pleased by the catalyst, and in return, cleared an entire terrain with his hammer. In contrast to trembling Gobels, the dragon was formidable, not ready to shake nor maneuver. Leon strided in with the tangent green aura emitting from his sickle. The dragon sensed it, but was too late to react and its abdomen was pierced. The injury wasn't deep as the hard scales were nearly impossible to penetrate, but still the attack amazed everyone. The Emberal Dragon, never tamed before, was struggling against these berserkers. But still… it had tremendous reserves left. A large energy blast right through his body damaged Leon severely. But before it could go forth Leon, Yamik interfered using the Eagle Eye, accompanied by "The glide": an attack that accelerates the user's speed and summons two large, edgy wings to pierce through with high speed. It worked as another slash held true. Yamik was still analyzing vanquish over the battle. It was getting difficult and grueling as even the warriors had limits. He wanted to summarise a stranded outcome that could be quick, but the dragon wasn't leaving any openings.
He spoke in answer "a two-fifth havoc over the beast and the remaining work will be accomplished by others"
He swung another strike "I am already tired, may be it's impossible, but I need to surge in"
The dragon slashed its hard scale, damping multiple wounds across.
"You pests are commendable," the dragon snorted.
It threw another burst of azure magma, still doused by Yamik.
"I need to stay conscious" Yamik dashed further inside.
The scales of the dragon rose higher and turned razor sharp.
"I need to slice them apart" Yamik was conserved
The sun stayed a little fainted to the ground, destined to hide sooner. That's when the dragon amassed their nostalgic energy. The crusade of thoughts dropped down as Yamik saw the ultimatum. The dragon vanished into the grey foggy sky. Trees, along with loamy soil turned into a darker shade of red. It was a threatening detail. The mystery behind the dragon vanishing into the sky, made it more terrifying. Then it emerged, with a subtle yet gigantic nile aura, smooth and fluent as a river stream. It was spinning along its own axis, heading straight for its prey. Yamik stood stunned due to his custom. He knew clashing against the beast would mean instant death, but he wanted to gamble…. A gamble for his life, emitting lives in several souls. He stood high against the dominant beast, ready to pierce it with his deserted eagle-like knives.
"It would damage its severe folds" he thought, as he gained tremendous energy from his paths. The eagle eyes were clearly gazing at the dragon, probing for weakness. Yamik summoned a surge of potential energy that crafted the outskirts of eagle look. The two energies were ready for the clash as the antagonism rose. Yamik was ready to ignite his feet to burst towards the beast, but that's when the uncertainty took place. It was the chief who bound Yamik with whiplashes, and was ready to bulge himself amidst the chaos. Two large rings summoned once again, barely restraining the beast. The rings emitted energy that burns the hardened scales, melting them to their very aether core. But through the process, the one suffering the most was the old lad himself. Yamik could see his skin tearing apart, the blood sprawling over the barren land. That's when the past hit him as a revival of memories. The past of how the chief raised him from nothing.
It was a wilderly night of the lonely shores of Light of Canals. Yamik's mother and father, who were killed by the wild dogs from the nearby forest, remained cold and motionless. Yamik, still a child, thought they were sleeping, so he shook them, asking them to wake up, telling them how cold he was, but neither replied. That's when the blood spilled out and the reality hit. The wild dogs sensed the blood and followed back for the little prey that escaped. The snow that had took over the forest was thick enough to slow down the little boy. The tears that showed no contempt to stop were blurring his vision. His mouth…it was shut close from fear. That's when the chief appeared, piercing whiplashes through the wild dogs and saving the day for the little nobody. Since then, the old man living in a distant hut, grew Yamik. He made him stronger, he gave him strength, he told him to be wise, to be the leader who would bring everyone together. They shared some lovely moments: cooking raw meat over camp fire, catching fireflies and finally letting them go, hunting with bare hands and many more. Somewhere, within his lonely heart the chief wanted to be called father, a pretended wish he could never bring to light.
"Don't you go alone, father" Yamik shouted, as Chief brought himself ahead the Emberal beast.
"You have a long way to go son, lead the people like a true leader" he said, turning for one last time before he commenced the path to heaven.
A large sphere emitting pure yogic chakra was summoned by the wrinkled man. It was immense and astonishing. The beast didn't stop either and summoned a massive cardinal energy of blue tint. The two phantoms collided, creating a large explosion that eradicated the remaining vegetation. And the father of the orphans simply vanished. No bones, no flesh to pray to, simply memories stood by. Yamik was devastated; he stood glued to the ground as his father turned into ashes. There was no glimmer, no flicker to follow. The one who shaped his world was no more part of it. The scene went dark, completely abolished for him. The sea stopped the shimmer of seashells, the sky killed the delightful chirpings, the trees were dried out and the souls were rigged. For Yamik the war was already over and the victory wasn't possible anymore.
But the dragon's resilience was astonishing, as it regrew its spikes and scales. It transformed into a human figure, wearing a tunic made of effervescent flowers. His hairs were long and curled at the very bottom, pinched with a flower pin forming a bun. His arms were muscular but lean, his eyes were sharp and beautiful, his nose beneath narrow with a fine tip. Nobody could have imagined a ruthless dragon to look this beautiful. But even though the figure changed, the enemy was still the same.
It released a teeming energy of fluent blue tint and declared "you are truly worthy of being my rival. But it seems your time has come. Let me grant you the freedom of the almighty".
It rushed straight towards Yamik, who stood frozen.
His knees dropped in…
He spread his arms as he saw his end coming closer, rampaging straight towards him….