The sky was fracturing. Jagged cracks spread across the heavens, radiating a blinding, otherworldly light. The clouds churned violently, unleashing a torrential downpour unlike anything the world had ever seen. Winds howled with ferocity, faster and more destructive than any storm in memory. Black and white lightning streaked across the sky, striking the ground with deafening force.
They stood on a mountain, its surface unnaturally flat, as if carved by some ancient, unimaginable power. The ground below was invisible, shrouded in an abyssal void that seemed to stretch into infinity.
"I will resurrect my god—the Ruler of Destruction, the Sole Great Dragon of Annihilation, Quazar Azranteias. You cannot resist. You Can't but become the perfect vessel for my god,"
Declared the ominous figure. The man floated mid-air, his tattered, soiled cloak fluttering over his ornate Archnecromancer robes. Behind him, a colossal magical circle spun with intricate, glowing runes, pulsating with dark energy.
"...Was it you behind everything?"
Asked the boy. His light gray hair was styled in a two-block cut, and his Green piercing eyes glimmered with a mix of sorrow and fury. He wore a black cloak adorned with purple dragon trim, layered over a black tank top and trousers. In his hands, he gripped two massive daggers—one shaped like the head of a Leviathan, the other with an eerie eye embedded in its guard. Its blade was pure black, accented with purple and gold.
"THAT GIRL WAS MERELY AN OBSTACLE TO MY GRAND DESIGN! SHE WAS THE REASON YOU DISCOVERED THE TRUTH. AND SO, I KILLED HER MYSELF!"
The man roared, his voice reverberating with such force that the cracks in the sky widened further. As he spoke, his body began to twist and contort, transforming into something monstrous.
The gray-haired boy looked down, a single tear tracing its way down his cheek.
The man's transformation was horrifying. His body expanded, morphing into a colossal dragon—a grotesque wyvern with tattered wings, a shattered skull, and bleeding eyes. Its elongated neck twisted unnaturally, its jaw split into two grotesque halves. Ribs tore through its decaying flesh, protruding like jagged spears. With every passing second, the dragon grew larger, more terrifying, its very presence suffocating.
The boy released his daggers, letting them clatter to the ground. He raised his head, his glowing green eyes locking onto the dragon's soul. The light in his eyes was not just power—it was hatred, anger, and an unyielding resolve.
"It's your funeral, Ergnathio,"
The boy said, his voice cold and steady.
BREATH OF DESTRUCTION!
The dragon bellowed, unleashing a cataclysmic beam of black energy laced with a crimson aura. The attack tore through the air, distorting reality itself, leaving a void in its wake.
The boy dashed forward, his movements a blur.
Dream Eater
He whispered. In an instant, his left arm absorbed the destructive beam. But the power came at a cost—his arm cracked like shattered glass, blood pouring from the wounds. Yet, he did not falter.
With a burst of speed, the boy pierced through the dragon's massive form, ripping through its spine. He landed on the beast's neck, his right hand slamming down with crushing force. With a swift, brutal motion, he twisted the dragon's head to face him.
"GHRAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The dragon screamed, its roar deafening.
The boy gritted his teeth, using both hands to pry open the dragon's gaping maw.
BREAAAATHHHH OF DESTTRUUUUUCTIOOOONNNNN!!!!!!
The dragon shrieked, preparing to unleash another devastating attack.
Dominator's Dare
The boy said, his voice calm yet chilling. Time itself seemed to freeze.
In an instant, the dragon's body began to tear apart, from its neck down to its tail. The boy leapt into the air, his body glowing with an ethereal light.
Dragon Pulse
He declared. From his mouth erupted a black beam, speckled with golden dots and radiating pure white light. The attack struck the dragon with unrelenting force, melting its monstrous form until only its head remained.
Exhausted and battered, the boy had no strength left to land safely. He plummeted from the sky, his body smashing against the mountain's edge before tumbling down, down, down—until he finally crashed into the ocean's surface.
He sank deeper into the dark waters, the cracks in his arm glowing faintly with white light. Blood spilled from his mouth and wounds, staining the water around him. His vision dimmed, the light in his eyes fading as he drifted further into the abyss.
"Forgive me, Lux,"
Whispered, his voice barely audible as the ocean claimed him.