"Eterrr...!!!" The Eastern Dragon roared furiously, glaring at the man seated on the floating throne.
Hovering 8,000 meters above the ground, the Eastern Dragon faced the man seated on the floating throne, meeting his gaze at the same altitude.
The Eastern Dragon, a colossal creature spanning 400 meters, had a formidable body clad in brilliant emerald crystalline scales. Its golden sclera, vivid green irises, and reptilian green pupils exuded an intimidating aura.
Short whiskers adorned its fearsome face, along with two sharp, sturdy horns on its head. Its four razor-sharp claws on each limb further amplified its terrifying presence.
The Eastern Dragon glared at the man on the throne with seething rage, while the figure responded with a dismissive smirk. This man, known as Eter Aegies, was famed as the Dragon Conqueror—a title that earned him the ire of all dragons.
The battle between them had already begun, creating a clash of a Gigantic Thunderstorm and a Super Massive Tornado. These terrifying weather phenomena were merely byproducts of their overwhelming presence.
With a low growl, the Eastern Dragon's scales emitted red lightning carrying an immense 3 billion volts. The bolts shot toward Eter Aegies, sitting leisurely on the floating throne. As the lightning struck, a massive cloud of deadly smoke erupted upon impact.
Eter Aegies exhaled softly. The gentle breath dispersed the enormous smoke cloud instantly, revealing the unscathed figure.
"Come on now, don't be so angry, old dragon~" Eter teased, a comment that only stoked the dragon's fury.
"I am NOT old!!" roared the Eastern Dragon indignantly, its anger manifesting as an even more potent discharge of lightning.
As the dragon prepared its breath attack, its mouth opened to reveal a chaotic blend of red, gold, purple, green, and black energy forming within. The charged breath, condensed and volatile, shot forth as a devastating beam of light.
Eter Aegies dodged the attack, which obliterated three mountains behind him into quark particles, reducing their surroundings to nothingness.
"Whew… That was close. My defenses wouldn't have held against that molecular breath," Eter muttered, observing the vanished mountains.
Standing from the floating throne, which disappeared as he rose, Eter fixed his gaze on the Eastern Dragon, who was preparing another deadly attack. Without hesitation, Eter closed the distance and delivered a powerful upward strike to the dragon's jaw, forcing its mouth shut and canceling the breath attack.
Seizing the opportunity, Eter unleashed a rapid barrage of strikes, his palms emitting radiant white light. Utilizing his mastery of martial arts, his movements exceeded supersonic speeds, reaching the apex of hypersonic velocity.
Despite the relentless assault, the dragon's body remained unscathed, its impenetrable scales defying even Eter's Redline Martial Arts—a technique ranked among the world's top ten most powerful.
Frustrated, Eter retreated, evaluating the situation. "Even Redline Martial Arts doesn't work. These scales are absurdly tough, unlike any dragon I've faced before."
One strike of Redline Martial Arts could create a massive 100 km-wide crater, with a maximum speed five times that of hypersonic velocity. Yet, the Eastern Dragon's defenses rendered it futile.
Acknowledging the futility, Eter Aegies withdrew from the battle, leaving the enraged dragon roaring in wrath. The dragon unleashed random lightning strikes with a terrifying 78 billion volts, devastating the forest below.
Meanwhile, Mahiru Kanata since the battle of the two terrifying and terrible figures, Mahiru Kanata has died twice more.
The first death was from the Eastern Dragon's breath—a harrowing experience of being torn apart to the smallest fragments. The second came from a stray lightning strike, reducing her to ash. Yet each time, Mahiru revived, unharmed.
Recalling the last time she died, Mahiru vividly remembered the forest being utterly destroyed. Yet, upon her revival, the forest was fully restored, as if nothing had happened.
Exhausted and terrified, Mahiru wished to escape the ominous forest. Abandoning her belongings, she pressed on, desperate to find a way out.
After traveling some distance, she stopped to catch her breath, her stomach growling with hunger. Frustrated and angered by her seemingly cursed fate, Mahiru vented her emotions on a tree, punching its unyielding trunk repeatedly. Her knuckles bled, and the fresh blood seeped into the ground, unknowingly attracting other creatures.
Collapsing to the ground, Mahiru leaned against the battered tree and exhaled heavily, trying to calm herself.
"Why… Why!!! Why do I have to go through this!!!" Her voice, though quiet, was laced with despair and fear.
Her tear-swollen eyes spoke of hopelessness, and her body trembled in exhaustion. A low growl reached her ears. Looking ahead, she saw eight monstrous wolves, each five meters tall, approaching with predatory intent.
Mahiru chuckled weakly, resigned to her fate, welcoming death. As the wolves drew closer, their sharp teeth glinting in the light, Mahiru sat still, offering no resistance.
"Ah… I'll just end up alive again…" she muttered feebly, awaiting her inevitable end.
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To Be Continued...!!!