Stormbreaker sailed under a clear sky, waves sparkling like scattered diamonds. Necroptor floated at the bow, runes flickering, skeletal hands gesturing wildly as if conducting a symphony of chaos. "DEMON LORD! EMPRESS! BEHOLD MY GLORY! I SHALL TRAIN UNTIL THE WORLD TREMBLES!"
Kael leaned on the rail, smirking, partially shifted into Demidrake form. "All right, Necroptor. Let's channel that… energy into something useful this time. Keep the theatrics, but focus. Precision matters."
"FOCUS?!" Necroptor screeched, spinning mid-air. "FOCUS IS BORING! I AM THE UNDYING CONQUEROR! THE CHAOS INCARNATE! THE—" Kael held up a hand. Lightning sparked faintly. "Yes, yes, you're terrifying. Now, throw that energy into controlled blasts."
With Loki guiding subtly, Necroptor fired a concentrated rune beam at a series of floating smashing them perfectly without losing his maniacal flair. Fjorn hissed, circling Ylva, frost forming in spirals. "Master, his over-exaggeration amplifies his energy output… he's improving faster than predicted."
Ylva scowled but hid a smile. "He's ridiculous… but I admit, he's useful."
Before training could continue, a disturbance appeared: multiple crimson auras rose from the horizon, Dajin of varying tiers, all drawn by Necroptor's chaotic broadcasts and Kael's rising power. One hissed, "The Storm Dragon and his… monstrosities… we'll see if they're truly threats."
Kael shifted mid-air, sword crackling with lightning, partially transformed into Demidrake. "All right, team. Defensive formation Alpha. Loki, you manipulate probabilities to isolate threats. Fjorn, create ice barriers and misdirection. Ylva, protect Necroptor but don't let him overextend. And Necroptor… over-exaggerate everything. Intimidate them."
Necroptor spun, yelling titles so loudly and absurdly that the Dajin blinked, confusion written across their auras. "BEHOLD! THE DEMON LORD! THE UNDYING CONQUEROR! THE EMPRESS OF FROST! TREMBLE BEFORE OUR GLORY!" Skeletal hands flailed dramatically, energy beams shooting randomly but controlled enough to actually hit targets.
The battle became a chaotic dance: Kael struck with precise lightning-infused slashes, partially transformed for reach and defense. Ylva moved in perfect sync, frost clashing with Dajin flames. Necroptor's ridiculous theatrics created gaps in enemy strategy, and Loki subtly manipulated perception and probability. Fjorn darted between allies, freezing critical points and misdirecting attacks.
After several intense minutes, the Dajin were overwhelmed—not by pure force, but by a combination of strategy, chaos, and Necroptor's absurd intimidation. The last Dajin fell, dissolving into energy that flowed toward the crew. Power distributed based on effort: Kael absorbed most, but Necroptor's over-exaggerated performance earned him a significant boost, and Ylva and Loki integrated minor portions, strengthening their systems.
Necroptor hovered proudly, runes blazing. "DEMON LORD! EMPRESS! WITNESS! I AM UNSTOPPABLE! NO FOE CAN SURVIVE OUR WRATH!" Kael laughed, lightning arcing along his blade. "I think you need to exaggerate even more next time."
Ylva rolled her eyes but shook her head in approval. "He's… growing, in his own ridiculous way."
Stormbreaker continued its voyage, stronger, faster, and charged with new energy. The crew—Kael, Ylva, Necroptor, Loki, and Fjorn—had proven that even chaos and comedy could be devastating when combined with strategy and power.