Oga stores away their remaining parts in the Flesh Pouch. Although he had a bloodline, this too could be used in his experiment to create a new variant one that might even surpass his own current bloodline.
Oga's desire to create a perfect vessel will not be halted by a lowly wyvern.
Oga wasted no time soaring upward, his heart pounding with anticipation as he breached the surface of the nest.
Before him, a mesmerizing sight unfolded—a vast reservoir of colorless liquid sprawled like a celestial canvas.
This was the Rare Mirth Cloud, a precious essence responsible for maintaining the airship and reinforcing the metallic shell of the draconic race.
With unwavering focus, his eyes fixated on the coveted Mirth, glistening like a well-kept secret waiting to be unraveled.
Oga, filled with anticipation, skillfully began draining the liquid into Berta's Bota bag, each drop holding the potential to fetch a fortune of a thousand Aether.
Oga's heart pounded with excitement and trepidation; he had tirelessly sought this prize, and now it was within his grasp.
"Fuck, we're rich!" Oga couldn't help smiling like crazy.
Within the nest, there were other trinkets, bedside the eggs, and mirth. Oga hands were not restless.
But then, in a heartbeat, the jovial air was torn asunder by a deafening sound, abruptly yanking Oga back to reality.
His dismay surged as he realized that the cunning Blackscale had not only warned his sister but had managed to outmaneuver him as well. "Damn it," he cursed, his voice barely audible above a whisper, his eyes shooting upward to gaze at the glossy red scale against the backdrop of the moon.
Blackscale's second attack was a signal to his mother, with each attack passing through, Black Curtain, it would land upon the outside trees.
Burning them up, enough of those attacks could start a forest fire, to the point the smog will ascend bringing attention to those within a hundred meters of the area.
A chill ran down Oga's spine as he comprehended the gravity of the situation. He could only laugh, the irony of it all beyond belief.
Acting swiftly, Oga snatched one of the precious eggs and took flight to escape the furious mother. The Black Curtain shattered like fragile glass, and the night skies crackled with electric hounds, creating an atmosphere of impending doom.
"Dare you to steal from me, filthy human! Where are my children!" Her rage was enough to send shivers down Oga's spine.
The ability of Desolate Beasts to vocalize their desires was not lost on him.
With his mind racing, Oga desperately searched around for Spatial Cracks, but none presented themselves.
'This is bad, but-'
With swift ingenuity, Oga conceived a brilliant resolution. Why squander precious energy and risk potential injury by engaging in combat with this deranged woman? His odds of triumph amounted to a mere fraction – less than 20 percent, assuming he gave his all.
He would be at death's door in the event he did win. However, the alternative that presented itself was to guide the infuriated wyvern mother into the domain of another creature, a decision that appeared to be his finest recourse and had a 70 percent chance of working.
With this plan in mind, Oga increased his speed exponentially, heading straight toward the closest territory, which was guarded by that–
In his desperate attempt to escape the dreaded Forest of Savagery, a nightmarish transformation seemed to unfold before his very eyes, with the surroundings turning into a hellish scene akin to burnt rubber, engulfing the atmosphere in suffocating smoke.
The cries of weaker monsters and fear grip the forest, their Queen was on a rampage, and they needed to hide.
The shrubbery, poisoned and malevolent, added to the already dire situation. Oga could feel the relentless fury of the wyvern pursuing, his eyes brimming with tears and snot, impairing his vision as he struggled to maintain his composure.
The mask he wore, a feeble defense against the toxic environment, proved to be a double-edged sword. Though it was meant to shield his identity, it hindered his breathing, making it all the more challenging to endure.
But removing the mask was not an option, yet keeping it on was equally perilous. In a daring move, Oga decided to utilize more of his precious mana to free his airway, the only choice he had to keep his survival hopes alive.
But alas, before the promise of safety could be realized, a devastating bolt of lightning hound pierced Oga's abdomen with merciless ferocity, shattering his resolve. His breath caught in his throat, a silent gasp of agony escaping him. In this dire moment, the wyvern that had been slowly following from behind revealed her intent.
The very air manipulated to alter Oga's course, her calculated interception bore testament to her cunning.
Crimson agony surged through him, his lifeblood mingling with the earth below. Desperation clawed at him, and he sought refuge, his body trembling and weakened, heart pounding its erratic rhythm against his ribs. Gazing upward was a struggle, his strength waning, his vision blurred.
Where once his flesh had been whole, now lay a grotesque void, a cruel testament to the wyvern's cruelty.
A haunting symphony of snapping twigs resonated through the air, a foreboding overture heralding the wyvern's approach. The 4.5-meter Redscale had shrunk, and taken a humanoid form, the embodiment of terror, reveled in sadistic ecstasy, a cruel smile playing upon its monstrous visage as it beheld Oga's tormented form.
Mocking words dripped from its maw, a venomous taunt born of millennia of disdain for humanity.
"Pathetic human," Redscale's voice resounded, tainted by malice, "relinquish the knowledge of my pilfered offspring's whereabouts, and your atonement shall require nothing more than the surrender of your limbs."
Her talon bore into his still-fresh wound, a painful reminder of her power. "But should falsehood taint your words, a far graver fate awaits you."
With her tail coiled around his neck, Oga was forcibly hoisted to his feet, his gaze locked with her bloodshot eyes, brimming with unbridled fury.
"Speak," she commanded her voice a thunderous echo.
"Clo se er" Oga's voice beckoned in a low and compelling cadence, drawing Redscale near.
"They await your presence on the distant shoreline," his voice carried a tone of anguish, his neck marked by the imprints of Redscale's spiked tail.
The relentless energy surging through her tailbone left only raw agony in its wake.
"Where might this shoreline be?" Redscale's inquiry held a touch of danger, her eyes narrowing as words flowed from her lips.
"It is the path to a realm from which there's no return," Oga's response came with a sly grin, a tremor dancing on his lips.
"Very well, then. It shall mark your final resting place!" With a graceful motion, Redscale's spiked tail tightened ever so forcefully.
Yet, in that fleeting moment, Oga's mastery of Sonic Wind Sculpting unfolded. As his technique took hold, he felt the constriction around his neck gradually loosens, the grip of her tail relenting.
A resounding roar erupted from the beast, though Oga knew it fell short of toppling the creature. But this server tail was enough for him to launch himself like a human cannon, hurtling out of the chaotic woodland and into an uncharted desert.
The piercing cries and tumultuous thrashing of Redscale echoed through the atmosphere behind him, an eerie echo of the unwavering pursuit that now shadowed his every move.
Across the sprawling expanse of sand, Oga's fleeting respite was shattered as the unrelenting wyvern drew ever closer.
Fueled by madness and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance, Redscale transforms back, her colossal wings pounded, leaving a wake of devastation in her path.
Nothing was spare, each Lightning hound smitten every lifeform, in pursuit of that wretched human for the next few minutes, Redscale became inconsolable.
Her destructive rampage was only halted by the awe-inspiring sight of Bejir, a majestic lion with wings and a snake's tail.
Bejir stood tall, confronting Redscale with an air of authority.
"You," Redscale snarled.
"Move out of my way, Bejir," the wyvern demanded, "I must kill that filthy human, or my children won't rest in peace!"
Bejir's voice resonated with commanding power, "A lowly human bested you, Qa Qa Qa? I can't believe it, you lost your tail?" A hearty laughter filled the night skies as he scorned her, "You've become so pathetic, just look at yourself!"
Enraged, Redscale unleashed a bolt of lightning directly at Bejir's majestic mane.
"You seem to forget yourself, Stella!" Bejir retorted, using the wyvern's true name. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the confrontation between these divine beings escalated.
"Perish then!" Stella's thunderous proclamation reverberated, unleashing an overwhelming deluge of electrifying might that surged forth like a tidal wave.
On this momentous day, a seemingly inconsequential 'human' would become the catalyst, setting in motion an immense and protracted conflict destined to span the expanse of a decade.
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Oga found refuge at the entrance of a cave. Despite the excruciating pain from his battered body, he summoned his strength to crawl deeper into the darkness, leaving behind a trail of blood, as though marking his desperate escape.
Within the eerie confines of the cave, an unexpected sight greeted him - a golden Dunclaw, the infamous cousin of the Silver Ironclaw Bear.
Dunclaw are known for being docile unlike their cousin, but a whiff of blood would trigger a dangerous frenzy.
And, as luck would have it, Oga's bleeding along with that divine meat wrap around his neck was like an open invitation to the manic beast.
With its once-clear eyes now bloodshot and mouth-frothing, the Dunclaw reared up on its hind legs, ready to charge forward. Oga clung to his only hope - his trusty sword.
Bereft of mana and aware that survival hinged on a decisive blow, he braced himself for the impending attack.
In a flash, the bear lunged, and Oga, with precision honed by desperation, steadied his blade. He anticipated the downward swipe, poised to maul his chest, and at the last moment, he deftly stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding the deadly assault. In that split second, he seized the opportunity presented by the beast's unsteady balance and plunged his blade deeply into its belly.
Unlike the wyvern he had faced earlier, this cut was enough to halt the charging monster.
With swift agility, Oga followed up with deftly rolling forward to tear at the beast's exposed gut, all the while adroitly sidestepping the Dunclaw's vehement and desperate thrashes.
Oga retrieved his blade. As its entrail fall to the floor.
Oga observed the light fading from the monster's eyes, he cautiously approached, taking the besat into his flesh pouch, which was divided into five compartments: miscellaneous, monetary gains, herbs, core, and corpses.
The highest-ranking corpse in the pouch was the brother and sister. However, that's all about to change.
"A Divine Boon!" Oga's smile was irrepressible as he unfurled the meter-long spiked tail. Soon after, Oga extracted the corpse of Black and Greyscale, carefully preserving the heart and blood essence.
As for the divine boon, it occupied the corpse space.
Now, free from any further distractions, Oga finally found a moment to attend to his own well-being.
Being a Nephilim, his injuries didn't pose a mortal threat. With the intertwined essence of the brother and sister bodies, he could hasten the process of mending.
Gratefully, the lightning assault narrowly avoided his crucial organs by a mere centimeter.
"Shit it hurts, I really should have brought Yanis!" Oga lamented as he tried his best to administer first aid. He cleaned the flesh wound, which oozed with blood.
Before long, he dressed the wound in clean linen.
As Oga contemplated the possibility of returning to the treacherous Forest of Carnage, he found himself aware of the imprudence of such a decision in his current state.
His mana reserves needed an hour for a full charge. He could only give up, his life was more precious than the five remaining wyvern eggs.
Speaking of eggs, Oga took out a rather enchanting shade of midnight blue, reminiscent of the night sky during a new moon.
Yet, upon closer inspection, one can discern intricate patterns and markings that dance across its surface like delicate threads of silver and gold.
"Not bad, I wonder what face the brat will make," Oga mused with a chuckle.
Having thoroughly examined all his spoils, Oga stowed them away before departing the cavern.
His emergence was accompanied by the resonating echoes of a fierce battle – an enthralling spectacle of power and fury that kept everyone on edge, Oga included, as he strategically mapped his path to freedom.
Although he would love to fish in trouble water like the surrounding fools, he was well aware of what reason this battle started.
The landscape had been transformed into a battleground fit for divine beings. Thunder rolled ominously in the distance, lending an air of impending doom to the fray.
Fleeing beasts and humans alike, all sought refuge from the cataclysmic confrontation, unwittingly creating the perfect cover for Oga's escape.
As he skillfully maneuvered through the chaotic scene, not daring to look behind.
Stella's keen senses detected the foul stench of the despicable human lingering in the air, a scent that insulted her very existence.
"How dare you look down upon me, Stella?" Bejir's snarl echoed through the chaotic battlefield.
The momentary distraction proved costly as Bejir, fueled by his burning determination, ruthlessly tore into Stella's majestic wings, forcing her to refocus her attention on her battered adversary.
Stella's eyes narrowed with a mix of pain and anger, and she vowed not to let Oga's vile essence escape her grasp.
She couldn't bear the thought of her children's murderer walking free, and so, like a fierce and relentless wench, Stella gathered her strength and unleashed a devastating attack aimed directly at the fleeing Oga, ignoring Bejir.
With a mighty blast of energy, the force of Stella's assault rippled through the air, leaving those in the distance as dust, the fate of the murderer remained uncertain, but Stella felt a surge of satisfaction, her rage finding a momentary release.