Above the ruins of Yharnam, the city erased from existence...
The earth trembled. The void itself shuddered as the body of Dragoth, the Human Demon, wailed .. unrestrained and ungoverned.
His crimson eyes had turned white, a sign of madness and the complete loss of self.
His aura swelled monstrously, and the way he carried himself into battle had changed entirely.
He had beco sothing else altogether.
In front of him, Frey donned the Naless Mask, bracing himself for what was to co.
"Now it begins."
Dragoth, the Human Demon...
’Dragoth didn’t reach that level by normal ans. There’s a reason he has only ever lost once in his life...’
’When Dragoth is pushed to the brink of defeat, sothing inside his mind activates—a trigger of sorts, pulled only when he’s overwheld with despair. When that happens... he transforms into a different kind of monster.’
The Dragoth now standing before Frey could be considered the pinnacle of the SS rank.
"He’s probably the strongest living human on this planet."
Stronger even than Sir Alone and Maekar Valerion...
That was the caliber of monster Frey Starlight was about to face.
And yet, Frey prepared himself fully, ready to unleash everything he had. Retreat was never an option.
"If I can’t handle this level, how could I ever dream of facing the monsters lurking in the shadows?"
If he lost to Dragoth here, then he’d never be able to challenge beings like Zibar or even Geppetto.
Frey felt it deep within—this battle would determine his fate.
"Shall we begin?" he said, hiding his face behind the tallic black mask.
And Dragoth... responded to the call.
With a bestial war cry, he crushed the ground beneath his feet and lunged at his enemy, lightning coiling wildly around his body.
With a single swing of his sword, Dragoth unleashed a massive slash that ripped through Frey ..and everything behind him.
Though Frey managed to block it, a terrifying vertical gash opened along his right side.
’His attack power has doubled!’
Realizing the massive difference between them, Frey flooded his body with even more aura, forcing himself to keep up with Dragoth’s berserk state.
The Human Demon, his sword cloaked in black lightning, attacked relentlessly—up, right, left...
He was far too fast. Every strike of his sword was enough to obliterate the ground and everything in it.
The skies above roared and flashed in response to his madness. Bolts of lightning struck down one after another ..nonstop ..raining down indiscriminately.
The assault was so feral that Dragoth didn’t even aim at Frey specifically ..he was destroying everything around him.
Trapped in close quarters, Frey clashed swords with Dragoth, laughing loudly amidst the chaos.
"His power’s affecting the very laws of nature... This is insane."
Dragoth no longer cared for techniques or refined combat styles.
He only cared about annihilating whatever stood in his path.
His instincts scread to eliminate the greatest threat near him—and that threat was none other than Frey.
Frey had already realized the brutal nature of the power Dragoth now possessed.
Engaging him directly in a head-on battle was far from wise. The smart move was to stall, wear him down, and chip away slowly.
But Frey chose the opposite.
He granted Dragoth absolute advantage.
"You want brutality? Then let’s make this a brutal battle!"
His swords flared with roaring violet light, while his muscles swelled to near bursting from the sheer amount of aura he channeled into this fight.
He used no flashy techniques. Not even his usual swift combat style.
He simply exchanged blows with Dragoth in pure savagery, letting Shadow Adaptation take over blindly.
Wounds piled up on both of them, but they didn’t even need a second to heal ..they regenerated instantly.
Whether it was Dragoth or Frey, both possessed monstrous bodies that no longer resembled those of humans. Bodies that constantly restored themselves, no matter the injury.
Their hands were like rocket launchers, continuing to swing and strike regardless of pain or damage.
Frey’s swords carved thousands of violet arcs into the air, while Dragoth’s black lightning filled the entire battlefield—so much so that even the sky bent to his will.
It was clear—the Human Demon held the advantage.
In terms of raw physicality, he far outmatched his opponent.
He was so fast and savage that one of his strikes annihilated half of Frey’s body in a single hit.
And yet, Frey stood back up and continued fighting as if nothing had happened.
’Dragoth’s current body is the peak of SS ... a form honed through brutal training and demonic power. Against this kind of strength, I need to know...’
BOOOOM!!!
Despite the pain, Frey never stopped wearing that twisted smile beneath his mask.
"I want to know—how far this chaotic body of mine can go."
Compared to the tyrant Dragoth, what could his own body ..ford from layers upon layers of chaos .. truly achieve?
There wasn’t a single stable elent in Frey’s physique. His raw strength was far below his opponent’s. He only matched up by stacking external advantages.
A strange aura of the SSS-rank.
Two legendary swords from which he drew great power.
And a miraculous ability that allowed him to adapt to every phenonon around him...
A cursed mask...
One that carried within it knowledge vast enough to surpass the size of the entire universe.
All of that...
All of it had been cramd into a single human body.
No human should ever be able to endure sothing like that—
But Frey did.
And as a result...
He beca the monster he is now.
That was how Dragoth and Frey crushed each other, again and again, without pause.
Blow after blow.
Strike after strike.
Blood for blood.
The exchange was so fast the ground beneath them simply couldn’t take it.
They had no choice but to dart in all directions as they continued to pound each other into oblivion.
A missile of black lightning clashed against a dark projectile of pure shadow.
Their trajectories ford a colossal web ..
A glowing cocoon of destruction that radiated its blinding light across the entire battlefield.
And the sky...
It chose Dragoth.
It sent more and more bolts of lightning to empower him, to bless his madness.
Anyone who laid eyes on that battlefield...
Would never believe what they were seeing.
Neither earth...
Nor sky...
Had been spared.
Crimson blood poured like a flood,
And Frey’s body had been reduced to chaos..
So wrecked that only his face remained intact, protected solely by the cursed mask.
Dragoth’s speed and power kept rising, climbing higher and higher,
Granting him a complete and overwhelming edge.
But despite that advantage ..
His opponent never fell.
Frey stood.
He stood through everything that was thrown at him.
He absorbed every wave of that violent rage.
"What’s wrong, Dragoth?! Keep going!
I know you’ve got way more than this!!"
BOOOOOOM!!
Their swords clashed once again.
Auras tore through each other in wild, frenzied collision.
"Show how far soone like you can really push !"
How long would his regeneration last?
What were the limits of his body?
How much pain could he endure before it all collapsed?
These were the questions Frey wanted answered ..
Through this brutal collision with Dragoth.
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