Shuna slowly lifted both of her hands. The invisible force around Draculues tightened. His body rose from the shattered courtyard, chunks of stone and dust dragging upward with him as if the very world refused to let him escape her grasp.
Even through magic, she could feel it. The weight. The density of a Dragon King’s body. Her brows lifted slightly in amusent.
"So heavy... even when I’m lifting you with magic."
Draculues’ limbs hung stiffly in the air, his muscles trembling as the crushing force wrapped around him from every direction.
Shuna’s fingers slowly curled.
"Let show you the difference... between sothing born from creation..."
Her golden eyes glead.
"...and sothing that was rely made."
Her hands slamd together.
"GIANT’S ABSOLUTE GRAVITY ELENT: CONSTRICT!"
The courtyard groaned as the laws of physics itself seed to bend to Shuna’s will. The air grew heavy, thick with the invisible weight of her skill.
Draculeus’ body jerked as the pressure reached a breaking point.
CRACK!
The sound of his hurus snapping and his shoulder popping from its socket echoed across the stone. The gravity didn’t just push; it twisted, wringing his limbs like wet cloth. His legs, once the pillars of a king, buckled and folded inward. The ground beneath him liquified into dust, forming a deep, jagged crater that swallowed his knees.
The invisible fist tightened. His ribs groaned under the cubic tons of force pressing against his lungs, and his neck strained as the gravity tried to force his forehead into the dirt.
Shuna stood at the edge of the crater, her pink eyes cold and pitiless. She raised a single finger, and the violet aura around her flared.
"This is the end, Dragon Prince. You tried to break my body earlier... limb by limb."
Her finger lowered a fraction. The pressure spiked, the gravity multiplying until the very light seed to warp around Draculeus’ struggling form.
"Now, die the sa way."
But just as the final, lethal pressure was set to snap his spine—a flicker of darkness ignited.
It started at his fingertips, a cold, void like heat that defied the crushing force. Then, with a roar that sounded less like a fire and more like the tearing of reality, Draculeus’ limbs erupted. Midnight black flas surged outward.
The gravity... burned. The black fire ate through the invisible constraints, the sheer heat of his draconic essence incinerating the magical weight pressing down on him.
Shuna’s eyes widened, her composure shattering. She recoiled, the violet aura around her fingers flickering.
"What... is this? My gravity... it’s lting?! But—I crushed your lungs! Your bones were powder!"
Through the swirling black inferno, Draculeus began to rise. His limbs, though twisted monts ago, were now wreathed in the dark fire, forced back into place by the sheer pressure of his awakening bloodline. He stood in the center, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, abyssal light.
"Too bad, my Dragon Flas... they eat everything. Even the laws of physics."
Before the words could even fully register in Shuna’s mind, he moved. He didn’t use his hands—he lashed out with his clawed wings. The obsidian mbranes snapped forward the central joint slamming into her gut with the force of a falling mountain.
The impact was sickening. Shuna’s eyes bulged, and a spray of crimson erupted from her lips as the air was violently forced from her lungs.
Draculeus expected her to be launched across the courtyard, shattered against the palace walls. But Shuna was the right arm of the Princess of the Gigante, and her instinct for battle was as ancient as the earth itself.
In the microsecond of impact, she roared through the pain, manifesting a skill:
"GIANT’S ABSOLUTE GRAVITY ELENT: HARDENED GRAVITY DISK!"
One disk ford directly over her stomach to blunt the piercing claws, while another anchored behind her back, tethering her soul to the very core of the world. She mouthed another skill:
"GIANT’S ABSOLUTE GRAVITY ELENT: MOUNTAIN WEIGHT!"
Her molecular density surged, making her body so impossibly heavy that the laws of montum seed to bend around her. She didn’t fly back—she stood her ground, even as the tiles beneath her feet crumbled to powder under the sheer downward pressure.
Draculeus watched her, a flicker of amusent in his midnight blue eyes.
"Interesting..."
The impact, however, was devastating. Blood dripped from Shuna’s chin, sizzling as it struck the black flas surrounding them. Her internal organs scread in protest, and the bruise forming on her abdon darkened to a deep, nacing violet—but she didn’t flinch.
Through her tangled hair, a wild, bloody grin split her face.
"Is that... all? I’ve felt... heavier punches... from the princess!"
She didn’t wait for his retort. Shuna lunged forward, her right fist glowing with a dense, crushing violet light.
"GIANT’S ABSOLUTE GRAVITY ELENT: CRUSHING IMPACT!"
The blow connected with Draculeus’s chest. The air rippled outward, shattering every window remaining in the courtyard. Draculeus skidded back, but his wings snapped open, his claws digging into the stone to halt his montum.
Then, the true carnage began. For several minutes, the courtyard beca a vortex of raw violence. Draculeus fought like a whirlwind, his two arms and two clawed wings moving in a terrifying, four pointed symphony of strikes. Every sweep of his wings carried the weight of his black flas, aiming to shred her skin.
Shuna t him head-on. She was slower, but every ti his claws struck, she manifested a Hardened Gravity Disk at the point of impact, the shimring shields absorbing the force that would have pulverized a lesser warrior. In return, every punch she threw was amplified by Crushing Impact, her fists hitting with the concentrated mass of a falling peak.
The sound of their exchange was rhythmic and deafening.
Draculeus’s wing-claws raked across Shuna’s shoulder, drawing sparks and blood.
Shuna’s uppercut caught Draculeus under the chin, snapping his head back and sending black embers flying.
A disk shattered under a four-way strike from the Prince, but Shuna stepped into the gap, slamming her forehead against his.
They were no longer just a Dragon and a Giant; they were two forces of nature trying to grind the other into the dust. Shuna’s breath was a ragged whistle, her body covered in sears and bruises, while Draculeus’s midnight flas flickered with every heavy blow she landed on his core.
Draculeus wiped the blood from his lip and fixed his gaze on Shuna. To her horror, he wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t grimacing in pain. And sohow... that made her heart leap.
He was smiling.
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