The rush of new energy within Ery's veins was unmistakable. A tangible 14% surge in his law comprehension, paired with a dramatic uptick of more than half in his soul force, left him awestruck. He tried to wrap his mind around the fact that even though this newfound strength stemd from an opposite law spectrum, it amplified his capabilities beyond imagination.
The augnted soul force didn't just bolster his inherent abilities—it also seed to enhance his proficiency with Nature spells. The thrill, the newfound potential pulsing within him, left him itching to test the boundaries of his might.
Ery's thoughts then shifted to the primal core. With the sensations still fresh in his mind, mories cascaded in: this very core was the nexus of his strength that had enabled him to bring the dark elf planets to their knees.
Though the core da status was expected, the rejuvenation of both the laws of space and gravity felt like he had just unlocked a treasure trove of knowledge. It was as if a dormant volcano of insight had suddenly erupted within him, waiting for the right mont to show its might.
In an impulsive act of elation, Ery released a deafening shout, letting his newfound power erupt like a tempest, consuming the room in its raw intensity. The force was so palpable that it startled the two guardians, Cthulhu and Killgragah, who had been silently observing from the shadows.
Cthulhu, with eyes widened in genuine astonishnt, muttered, "This is an interesting developnt."
On the other hand, Killgragah, snorted derisively, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Maybe for you mabe! He's a match for a swamp creature like you... I still think Khaos is all he needs"
Erging from the wave of raw power that had montarily consud him, Ery took a deep, steadying breath, trying to ground himself. His gaze flitted around the room, finally settling on the two guardians who were now engaged in their usual banter. Their voices beca a distant echo as sothing else caught his attention.
In the corner of the room stood the tube. It had once cradled his lifeless form but now only held a dark, viscous liquid. He walked over, drawn to it, curiosity piqued. Upon closer inspection, he surmised that the liquid was a byproduct of the body's inability to house such an overpowering soul for so long. Once the soul was extracted, the cellular structure of the body began to break down, leaving behind this grim residue.
Thinking it best to dispose of what remained, Ery extended his hand, summoning a scorching fire spell, and cast it upon the tube. The flas consud the black liquid, but as they began to die down, a tiny pool of crimson liquid remained, untouched and unscathed. Intrigued, Ery carefully extracted the stubborn residue with a conjured syringe, depositing it into a crystal tube.
With his current state, he couldn't fathom its essence, so he labeled it [Mysterious Remains] with a ntal note to delve into its properties when ti allowed.
His attention once again returned to the present and the guardians. With a small nod of gratitude directed towards Killgaragh, he said, "Thank you for your assistance earlier, I really appreciate it"
The dragon, usually stoic and unmoved, looked taken aback for a split second. After a pause, he responded, "It wasn't out of goodwill. The Master of Khaos instructed ."
Ery's lips curled into a half-smile, nodding, "I see."
A weighted silence filled the void between the trio, clearing his throat, Ery began, "Killgaragh, now that I am here, are you ready to make your Champion?"
Killgaragh turned away, a glint of defiance in his eyes. His voice dripping with condescension, he replied, "I might, perhaps, reconsider. But only if you renounce your allegiance to that... putrid being beside you."
Cthulhu's aura flared nacingly, an undercurrent of rage manifesting as a deep growl. Sensing an impending confrontation, Ery swiftly interjected, seeking clarity, "Killgaragh, your master, Khaos, envisioned mastering all four Gates. Why wouldn't you accept ?"
The dragon's imnse form seed to swell with indignation. "Choosing a champion is my decision, and my decision stays"
Cthulhu retorted "You arrogant fools! Don't you want to unleash your power again!?"
For a fleeting mont, a flicker of doubt crossed Killgragah's eyes. But as quickly as it ca, it was replaced with defiance. With a contemptuous snort, black flas erupted from his nostrils, illuminating the room with an eerie glow.
"I am Killgragah, the epito of supremacy! I bow to no one and share my champion with none. If you wish to earn my favor, defeat in a fight!"
Ery, undeterred by the dragon's bravado, felt an adrenaline surge. The very prospect of confronting such a mighty entity invigorated him. With a determined glint in his eyes, he responded, "Challenge accepted."
As Killgragah's eyes widened in surprise, he issued a warning to Cthulhu. "You'd best not intervene."
Cthulhu's response was a bone-chilling laugh "Oh, I have no intention to. I am really excited to watch"
Since his first encounter with Killgragah, Ery had always revered the dragon as an ethereal, almost unapproachable entity. But today, a spark of audacity ignited in him. With a hint of a smile playing on his lips, he pondered on the tantalizing possibility of defeating this grand being. Beyond the thrill of the challenge, Ery was keen on gauging the full asure of the powers he had newly acquired.
Gathering his resolve, Ery invoked every buff spell and skill at his disposal. As arcane energies enveloped him, his form began a radical transformation, exponentially amplifying his combat abilities. A spectral aura surrounding him indicated that his battle power had surged beyond the 600 mark. His fingers morphed into razor-sharp claws, shimring with a deadly glow.
With a primal roar that echoed through the chamber, Ery lunged at the colossal dragon. The skirmish that ensued was a dance of power and agility. Ery's claws, though lethal, could only manage superficial wounds on the dragon's tough hide. But Killgragah's retaliation was swift and fierce; a snap of its massive jaws aid at Ery who deftly evaded the deathly bite.
Their combat seed evenly matched, but Ery was acutely aware of the constraints the dragon faced. Were it not for the shackles binding Killgragah and the confined battleground, the outco could be drastically different.
In the heat of battle, Ery recognized that in order to truly defeat the dragon or even make him acknowledge a loss, it wasn't just about dodges and superficial strikes. No, he needed to prove his ttle in a raw showdown of their mightiest abilities.
Seeking a decisive end to this battle, Ery delved into the deepest recesses of his mory, recalling a potent spell he hadn't been using for a while. Drawing from the elents of nature and the abyss of darkness, he began channeling a formidable energy sphere between his hands. The orb pulsated with imnse power, its core a swirling maelstrom of contrasting forces. This was the [Dao Matter], the pinnacle of Ery's combined prowess.
With a determined shout, he declared, "Brace yourself!"
Almost concurrently, Killgragah, sensing the impending attack, began mustering his own devastating counter. The air vibrated with tension as a roaring vortex of dark flas began to form before the dragon, the [Gravity Maelstrom], an embodint of raw, chaotic energy.
Their unleashed powers collided in an apocalyptic explosion, tearing at the very fabric of space and enveloping the chamber in blinding light.
When the blinding luminescence faded, both combatants bore the scars of their cataclysmic clash. Ery, though battered, managed to stand. A triumphant laugh escaped his lips as he celebrated his improbable feat. However, his injuries, combined with the exhaustion, soon took their toll, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Killgragah, despite his own grievous wounds, gazed down at the fallen warrior with a mix of respect and surprise. In a voice tinged with reluctant admiration, he murmured,
"You have really grown kid… Very well, I accept you as my champion"
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