It was a strange, new, and disgusting feeling. He had been hurt before, his body had been on the brink of death many tis, mutilated beyond compare. He had been on the brink of
turning to dust as well.
His heart had been dangling out of his body, his eyes, and multiple other organs as well, but he had been able to survive.
Never before, however, had he been completely annihilated like that. His entire body gone, evaporated. Not a single drop of blood left behind. Everything was gone, only his heart remained.
It was a chore to regenerate, Alan could feel his body co back, but his senses were gone. It was like he could not breathe, but could... but death would not co.
It was... weird. His entire body regenerating was a sensation he did not want to feel again. It may not be painful, but it was definitely not sothing he would like to experience once
more.
"Are you awake, prince?"
The first thing he saw was the mask, as he opened his eyes, struggling to make sense of everything. His eyes were blurry, and less than a dragon's should be.
Azmakul's face lood over him as he let out a chuckle, Alan struggled to get up, his control over his body a bit... less. He was inferior.
"What the fuck..."
He cursed, resisting the urge to vomit. Eventually, he gave up, and released the contents of his stomach in the sea below.
What even was inside his stomach besides the acid? His body had just been made whole once more... There should not be anything there.
Azmakul patted Alan's back, and when he was finished releasing the contents of his stomach into the sea, he asked.
"What the hell happened..."
He clutched his head, and looked at the surroundings. He found Kazikato sitting at the edge of the platform, gazing into the cerulean sea, his face blank.
"You underestimated the trial, and were defeated."
Alan snapped back.
"Underestimated? That was an epic being? How are we supposed to fight a giant like that?!"
Azmakul chuckled, his answer clear and simple.
"You fight. That is how. Don't fear death, you don't need to. Just go in as many tis as it takes and take that giant down, no matter what."
Before Alan could retort, he continued.
"Whatever you must do, whoever you must use."
Alan stayed quiet, and stood up. He stumbled for a while, but regained his sense of balance fairly quickly.
"Ah, damn it... I don't ever want to experience that again."
"Then make sure your escape is perfect."
Alan ignored his words and walked over to Kazikato, and asked.
"Are you good?"
The boy turned his head upon hearing his voice, and said.
"Yeah, how are we supposed to beat that thing..."
Alan sighed.
"We just try again and again. At least we know sothing about it now. Block your ears with mana, disable them even if you can. Let's go again."
Although Kazikato was reluctant, he agreed and followed Alan.
"Aren't you going to wear sothing first, prince?"
Alan made an abrupt stop, and only then realized he was completely nude. A wave of embarrassnt struck, and he hurriedly took out spare clothes from his inventory and put them on.
"Why didn't you tell before...?"
Alan and Kazikato were ready to try once more, and as they entered the tunnel, Alan made an abrupt stop, the cause being Azmakul.
"Good luck, It is ti I bring your cohort here, prince."
"No."
Alan rejected the idea, it was idiotic to bring them here. Alan himself was not fast enough to survive the beams of pure energy the fragnt of Kizmal unleashed, everyone else would die helplessly.
He also could not even withstand it. His body was far more durable than all of theirs combined. If he was evaporated within seconds, it would take them an instant.
No amount of defense they could conjure could fight against that devastating beam. They could only avoid it. And Alan was not confident he could open portals for them all in such a short period of ti.
He could regenerate from nothing but his dragon heart, but they could not. He would rather experience that strange and disgusting feeling than watch them die helplessly.
Even Alexander would be of no help there, and he was strongest after them.
"There is no need to bring them here."
"Then why did you bring them to this planet? Prince, do whatever is needed to defeat the fragnt, and use whoever is needed. Fearing death when facing an opponent of his caliber is
simply idiotic."
"Oh, so you an I let them die, so I have a better chance?"
"Yes."
The reply was cold and quick, silencing Alan. Kazikato remained quiet, unsure of what to say. They knew Azmakul was not one to really care for them, but his words were too harsh.
Alan clicked his tongue, and ordered.
"Don't bring them here."
He entered the tunnel, Kazikato following in tow, fidgeting. The atmosphere had suddenly turned bleak, just like their odds of beating the fragnt of Kizmal.
Alan and Kazikato entered the realm once more, and this ti, Kazikato assud his dragon
form instead.
His new form, one a perfect combination of all the elents of house Shivalkulan was a sight to look at. No longer was a hollow, ivory dragon of bone.
Shadows congealed around his body to constitute flesh, an outer layer. The true body was hidden beneath all those shadows, covered by a layer of darkness. His tail was covered in thick ice, and it could act like a club as well as a spear.
Alan had originally thought it was darkness that constituted the flesh, but he was wrong. According to Azmakul, Kazikato's attributes aligned with the elents of [Shadow] and
[Death] greatly.
He was still confused as to what the difference between darkness and shadows was, but let it
go at the ti.
Alan transford as well, to a frost Draconian. He did not transform into a dragon just yet. Summoning the A-No-Sakahoko once more, he began to ready a [Supre teor].
Kazikato's segnts continued to gain speed, at maximum velocity, he would be able to evade those beams of electrical energy easily.
He, too, was preparing a fearso dragon breath. Both of them had planned to attack the giant with their strongest skills the mont he appeared.
And it did not take long, the fragnt of Kizmal rose from the ground again, in the sa
manner. Alan yelled.
"Buy a little bit of ti!"
It would still take him so ti before he could unleash the full might of [Supre teor] and he needed Kazikato to draw the giant's attention. As much as he could... so he would not notice the teor forming in the sky.
Kazikato obliged, and lunged at the giant. The fragnt of Kizmal was t by a devastating breath as soon as he opened his eyes. Kazikato had aid at the giant's eyes on purpose. And he did not miss... It was hard to miss when the target was the size of a lake. The giant let out a shriek, as it's flesh rotted.
Wild shadows appeared, ravaging his face. But they were vanquished by the giant in re monts, enraged, he moved his titanic arms and clapped.
A drum on his back lit up, and Kazikato evaded the eviscerating beam, barely. He was stunned
for a mont, and that gave the Giant enough ti to notice the teor hurling at him.
'Shit...'
Alan did not have enough ti to manifest a gravity field, but he was confident the teor would do so damage to the fragnt of Kizmal. It may be inferior to him in size by many
tis, but it would still do damage...
It had to do damage...
The fragnt of Kizmal was quick, despite its size, and clapped his hands once more as both Alan and Kazikato suffered from the shock. Another drum on his back lit up, and unleashed another beam of annihilating prowess.
Only this ti, the target was not so fragile. The teor withstood the beam, and continued forth, its speed was decreasing, but that did not matter.
It still continued forth... and that was enough for Alan. He quickly regenerated his ears.
Blocking them with mana did little to withstand the thunderous sound of the clap. Kazikato was paralyzed for a mont, so he had to take matters into his own hands.
Alan quickly perford [Abyssal Spiral], the third technique of the [Chaotic Spear] battle art.
He knew anything less would not damage the giant.
Gigantic spears, each a perfect replica of the A-No-Sakahoko descended from the skies of this seemingly infinite realm, and struck the body of Kizmal.
The giant scread in pain, A golden armor engulfed Alan, as he perford the third movent of the Heavenly Sky Spear, [Heavenly Armant]. He would need as much defense
as he could get against this foe.
Flying up, he thought to prepare a breath, but stopped, opting to stab the Giant's other eye
instead.
His breath, while powerful, would be nothing to the massive body of Kizmal in his Draconian form. His dragon breath in his dragon form would suffice.
He teleported in front of Kizmal's other eye, and looked at the blue surface of it with contempt, streaks of lightning danced within. He stabbed it, using the second movent of
the Chaotic Spear Art.
But things did not go to plan...
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