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[Skill: Night Vision (Active)]
The world shifted. The grey gloom turned into a high-contrast monochrome. The clouds became translucent layers, and there, high above, a massive heat signature was banking for a dive. It was coming straight down.
"It's diving!" Shiro screamed. "Irileth, follow my spells!"
He didn't wait for confirmation. He raised both hands to the sky, the air around him crackling.
[Lightning Bolt]
[Lightning Bolt]
Two streaks of blue-white energy shot upward, piercing the clouds and illuminating the dragon's silhouette like a flare.
"Fire!" Irileth commanded.
The archers released a volley. The arrows, guided by Shiro's lightning, found their mark, peppering the dragon's underbelly. The beast roared, its dive ruined, but it was too close to stop now.
Shiro poured his remaining stamina into one last dual-cast.
[Ice Spike]
The massive icicles flew true, slamming into the dragon's face just as it opened its maw. The impact threw its head back, causing a stream of fire to spray wildly. A stray fireball hurtled toward the roof.
Shiro braced himself, but a blur of steel moved in front of him. Irileth slammed her shield down, taking the brunt of the explosion. The heat was blistering, but she held firm.
Behind the smoke, the dragon couldn't pull up. With its wings damaged and momentum unchecked, it crashed into the ground below with the force of a meteor. Dirt and stone erupted, creating a massive crater at the base of the tower.
Dust settled. The guards let out a ragged cheer.
"We got him!" one shouted. "By the gods, it's dead!"
Shiro didn't cheer. He narrowed his eyes.
[Observe]
[Dragon: Mirmulnir]
[Status: Wings Crippled (Cannot Fly)]
[HP: 30%]
"It's not dead yet!" Shiro yelled, drawing his sword.
Before the guards could question him, the 'corpse' surged. Mirmulnir thrashed, snapping its jaws. Irileth didn't hesitate; she loosed an arrow that pinged off the dragon's scales, drawing its attention. The beast spun, unleashing two fireballs at the base of the tower.
"We need to finish it while it's grounded!" Irileth shouted, rolling to dodge a plume of flame. "Guards, with me!"
Three brave souls charged down the stairs, and Shiro followed, his hand gripping the hilt of his new weapon.
[Weapon Equipped: Frost Bane (Steel Sword)]
[11 ATK + 5 Frost Damage]
They hit the ground running. The scene was chaotic. The dragon, grounded and desperate, was lashing out with everything it had.
"Die, beast!" a guard screamed, charging in.
Mirmulnir's tail whipped around with bone-crushing speed, swatting the guard into the stone wall like a ragdoll. Another guard tried to flank, only to be caught in a sudden gout of flame.
Shiro gritted his teeth, sliding under the heat. He used the chaos as cover, closing the distance while the dragon was focused on Irileth.
He lunged, driving Frost Bane into the softer scales near the dragon's flank. The frost enchantment flared, sizzling against the hot hide. Mirmulnir screeched, twisting to snap at him with its massive jaws.
Shiro sidestepped, the wind of the bite ruffling his hair. He didn't retreat. He raised his free hand, pointing it point-blank at the dragon's eye.
[Sparks]
Electricity surged from his palm, blinding the beast. While it thrashed, Shiro checked the HUD one last time.
[Dragon]
[Health: 10%]
Shiro didn't see the tail coming. One moment he was casting, and the next, the world spun violently.
He hit the stone wall of the ruined watchtower with a sickening crunch. The air left his lungs in a wheezing gasp, and he crumpled to the dirt. A warm, sticky sensation trickled down his forehead, stinging his left eye, blood.
"Get up," he hissed to himself.
He forced his limbs to move, fighting the screaming protest of his muscles. Through the blur of his vision, he saw Mirmulnir preparing another breath attack. The dragon was desperate, bleeding, and furious.
Shiro didn't retreat. He sprinted.
The dragon unleashed a torrent of fire, bathing the courtyard in orange death. Shiro gritted his teeth, feeling the heat singe his eyebrows and blister his skin, but he didn't stop. He dove through the edge of the inferno, rolling across the scorched earth and coming up right beside the beast's flank.
He grabbed the hilt of Frost Bane, which was still embedded deep in the dragon's scales, and wrenched it sideways. Mirmulnir shrieked, thrashing wildly.
"Not done yet!" Shiro roared.
He released the steel sword and focused every ounce of his remaining magicka into his right hand. The air shimmered, warping around his fingers as Daedric energy coalesced into a jagged, ethereal shape.
[Spell: Bound Sword]
He gripped the spectral blade, scrambled up the dragon's wing like a ramp, and vaulted onto its neck. The beast bucked, trying to throw him, but Shiro drove the glowing purple blade straight down into the base of the creature's skull.
The dragon went rigid. Then, with a heavy, final breath, it collapsed.
Shiro slid off the carcass, his chest heaving, his vision swimming. He landed in the dirt, the adrenaline crash hitting him like a physical blow. He stared at the corpse, waiting.
The scales began to burn away. The wind picked up, swirling violently around the body as streams of golden energy tore loose from the dragon and slammed into Shiro's chest. The ancient chanting filled his mind, louder than ever.
[Dragon Soul Absorbed]
[New Shout Unlocked: Unrelenting Force (Fus)]
[Grade 1]
Shiro exhaled a long, shaky breath and swiped his hand to check his status.
[Name: Shiro]
[Age: 17]
[Gender: Male]
[Race: Human]
[Level: 23]
[EXP: 67%]
[HP: 30 / 250]
[Mana: 20 / 350]
[STR: 38]
[END: 40]
[AGI: 32]
[INT: 25]
[WIS: 35]
[LUK: 10]
[Points: 50]
[Money: $2500 / 250 Gold Coins]
"Ha..." A dry laugh escaped his lips. "Maybe next time, you overgrown lizard."
He reached out, patting the skeletal snout of the dragon. "I'm going to need to get stronger if I want to take you guys on by myself."
He stood up, his legs trembling, and retrieved Frost Bane from the pile of bones. He quickly downed a minor magicka potion, feeling the cool energy restore his reserves. He raised his left hand to cast Healing, but his fingers wouldn't curl properly. A sharp, jagged pain shot up his wrist.
He looked down. His ring finger was bent at an unnatural angle.
"Damn it," he winced. "I didn't even feel it break."
With a grimace, he snapped the digit back into place and cast the spell. The warm golden light of restoration magic washed over him, knitting the bone and closing the gash on his forehead.
Before he could rest, the guards surrounded him. The fear in their eyes was gone, replaced by awe. They cheered, clapping him on the back, carefully, and escorted him back to the city like a conquering hero.
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