"Haha, it's truly been a while since I've seen a blade. Don't mind if I do,"
Kamish thought while instantly taking the blade from Esthos' hands and swinging it overhead. Feeling out the weight of the sword—this sword was a bit heavier than he expected. It probably had more power behind it too. Kamish noticed that the blade had a strange design to it. There were three spikes protruding from the end. They weren't sharp though, which made sense considering it was used as a tool. But the blade seemed to be quite sturdy nonetheless.
'This isn't bad at all. It's pretty heavy, and solid as well. Looks like this thing can cut through anything.'
It feels kind of weird having a human-made weapon, since it's been such a long time, but it seems like it's got some potential," he thought while examining the blade. The handle itself didn't feel particularly special, however, he did notice that there was a small symbol engraved near the tip. It reminded him of a hammer. It looked familiar somehow, but he couldn't remember exactly where he saw it before. It was most likely somewhere else in this world.
[Ding]
[System Alert]
Killing Intent Detected.
Threat Level: High.
Recommended Action: Eliminate the target.
Swoosh!!
Kamish swung his longsword in an arc aiming for the center of the dragon. He then followed up by slashing downwards, trying to split the dragon into two halves—but he was stopped short. The dragon blocked both attacks effortlessly. By raising its tail upward as if it were a javelin being thrown, it shot out, striking Kamish straight on, sending him flying backwards with considerable force. He landed heavily onto the ground. The impact caused his vision to blur slightly. He tried getting back up, but failed miserably, falling again after another blow from the dragon. He was completely pinned beneath the enormous creature.
Swoosh!!!
The dragon unleashed yet another attack, this time aimed directly at Kamish's stomach. He immediately rolled aside, just barely dodging it. But that wasn't the case for the dragon. Instead of rolling away, it continued moving forward until it collided with a wall, causing the entire structure to collapse. The dragon was forced to stop due to the immense pressure exerted upon it, but it quickly recovered and started charging at Kamish again. It was about to launch its spear like tail at him when suddenly—
Swoosh!!!
White, scorching flames were sticking to its tail. It was as if lava was gushing out from inside. The dragon screeched in pain. The heat was unbearable—so much so that it was starting to affect its body. Blood began dripping off its scales, leaving large chunks of flesh behind. The dragon stumbled backward.
"Shatter!!!"
Ice started to form, covering the area around Kamish's feet, freezing them solid. He swiftly kicked off the ground and jumped upwards toward the dragon's face, landing right beside it. He then swung his sword horizontally, cutting into the side of the dragon's neck. But the wound only produced a weak gash. The dragon didn't seem to be injured at all.
The dragon then opened its maw wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. What was inside of its maw was an incredible amount of ice. Ice started to gurgle out of its maw, creating a huge vortex. The wind blew past Kamish's head, making it hard for him to see clearly—but he could tell that the dragon was preparing to release a breath of frost. He decided to dodge by jumping over the incoming blast.
Roar!!!!
The dragon let out a ferocious roar while releasing a massive gust of icy air. Ice shot out, in an ice-like laser. Everything that was touched by the ice laser was frozen solid. Trees, rocks—even the sand beneath their feet turned to pure white snow. The winds were strong enough to make it difficult to stand still. It would have been impossible to avoid the incoming attack, but Kamish's instincts told him otherwise. He managed to get a good grip on his longsword, using the momentum to swing it sideways, slicing open several layers of skin along the dragon's chest, severing arteries and veins in the process. White flames erupted from the wound, burning through the surrounding area, but Kamish's longsword easily sliced them apart without any resistance.
Kamish slashed down once again, opening up the dragon's belly, allowing the fire within to escape. The dragon howled in agony, but it refused to give up—continuing to charge at Kamish, who was now standing on top of a large house that was covered in ice. The dragon used its wings to propel itself upwards into the sky.
"Oh, now that I'm thinking about it, let's try something."
The air shimmered before it erupted into a sea of fire. White flames started tumbling downwards. They seemed to be attracted to Kamish's sword, which he had placed on the ground next to him. The moment the fire reached the sword, it instantly consumed it, turning into a ball of flame. It exploded in the sky above Kamish's head, raining down flaming debris onto the dragon, igniting the surrounding areas. It was as if meteors were falling from the heavens.
The balls of fire were made out of these white, scorching flames, and within these flames, earth stuck—it looked to be as if a meteor from space was falling out of orbit.
Boom!!!
The falling ball of flames hit the Dragon, causing it to explode in a fiery explosion. It created an enormous shockwave that sent everyone nearby flying away. The resulting damage was devastating. The whole area became engulfed in a raging inferno. There was no way anyone could survive such destruction.
Flames poured out like a flood. The forest was being devoured. Every tree started to burn to ash. Nothing remained, not even grass or dirt. The smell of smoke filled the air. People could feel the heat radiating from the ashes—it was so intense that one couldn't help but cough uncontrollably. Many lost consciousness due to suffocation.
Everything became a raging inferno of deathly hot fires. The flames kept coming and going, burning anything that got too close. Some buildings caught fire. Others simply collapsed under the sheer weight of the heat. The ground was shaking. Cracks appeared everywhere. The very earth was trembling. The walls of houses were cracking, crumbling to pieces.
People could hear screams and cries of despair from the distance. Those closest to the epicenter of the blast were most likely dead already, unable to withstand such a powerful blow.
The inferno started to take shape. It looked to be a snake of flame that was slowly crawling across the ground. It wasn't moving fast, but it was gaining speed. The longer it went on, the more it resembled a living creature. Eventually, the snake of flame started to rise up into the air. The flaming snake opened its maw, spewing forth another torrent of flames. This time, however, it was different. The flames weren't spreading outward. Instead, they were flowing toward the center. It was as if the entire world was breathing out a single, giant breath. The heat was unbearable. The temperature rose higher than ever before.
The ground itself was replaced by two flames: white, scorching one and red hot the other. The air began to tremble with anticipation. The world was waiting for the inevitable. It felt as if time stood still.
It was like watching a raging tsunami made of fire.
Waves of red flames surged forward, roaring and flickering in and out of existence, only to be swallowed up, again and again, by a scorching white inferno. The red flames, wild and unstable, tried desperately to hold their ground—but it was futile.
Slowly, inevitably, they were being consumed.
But the dragon did not flinch. It did not thrash or roar in desperation to rid itself of the flames. Instead, it stood still—unnervingly calm—as if the searing heat licking at its scales was nothing more than a fleeting nuisance.
Then, the air shifted.
A chilling mist began to swirl around its massive form, coalescing into something far more formidable. Ice—pure, unyielding—crept over its obsidian scales, spreading like a living thing. It encased its limbs, its torso, its wings, forming an armor so intricate it seemed crafted by the hands of winter itself.
But it did not stop there.
The ice curled upward, wrapping around the dragon's mighty horns like a regal crown, each jagged spike sheathed in glittering frost. The armor thickened over its vitals—its chest, its throat—while leaving just enough flexibility for its monstrous strength to remain unhindered.
And then...
With a low rumble, the beast lowered its head and roared.
Its voice was deep, dark, almost primal—like thunder echoing through a cavernous mountain range. A sound unlike any other, heard nowhere else in the area.
"Why are you on the side of the humans? Are you a part of the Revolutionary?"
"Ah, I guess it's time I stopped playing around. I should have known that circus act wouldn't have really damaged you."
instead of answering Kamish played around as if answering this dragon meant nothing to him
'Hmm, I should try that...'
'Getsuga... Tenshou!!!'
Kamish struck out. White flames flooded out, wrapped upon his sword. He swung his sword in a downward arc. Flames flooded out in a singular line, cutting across the ground. The slash of flames cut into the ground, continually going forward in a singular line. It cut through everything that was in its way. It made its own path, cutting through the earth, creating a large streak as it continued slicing the ground until it reached the end of the landmass—finally arriving at the dragon's tail.
Ice formed as if it was a javelin being thrown. Within mere moments of this attack, the dragon responded. Ice formed and rose, as if it was trying to shoot up toward the sky itself. It rose and rose until it was at a height where even humans from another mountain away could see it. It looked to be a column of ice, with its tip covered in a glistening sharp edge.
More and more ice columns were made in those single seconds. They were incredibly fast. They kept forming, each and every one of them behind the other. It looked as if the dragon was forming a wall of ice to face the slicing inferno.
Clang!!!
The slicing inferno finally reached its destination, arriving at the columns of ice. It created a great amount of noise. The ground shook. Dust flew everywhere. The whole place was shaking.
Crack!!!
The slicing inferno got past the first column. But it did not stop there. The second column—it did not slow down either, nor the third, fourth, and fifth. It sliced and cleaved the ice columns apart and kept going forward until it reached the final ice column, which was the largest. It did not slow down, nor did it stop. The only thing that happened was that the ice was shattered into pieces, flying all over the place.
The slicing inferno finally broke past the columns of ice. The dragon's tail—the last piece of the puzzle—was now exposed to the blazing inferno. The burning hot flames hit the ice. The ice crumbled into tiny little pieces, falling down onto the dragon's armored tail, melting away, cutting across the armor of ice, leaving behind a clear line. With precision—it cut.
The dragon's tail lay on the ground, severed from the dragon's body. Blood gushed forth, spilling out in a red liquid. It kept flowing—as if a river of blood was flowing out.
The village was in ruins. Smoke curled into the blood-red sky, and...
the acrid stench of burning flesh clung to the air. The dragon—a creature of legend, a force of nature—Stood broken, its massive body twitching in its death throes. Its scales, once gleaming like molten Sliver, were now cracked and bruised with, oozing dark blood onto the scorched earth.
And standing before it… was him.
The man.
No—that wasn't right.
A monster.
"H-He injured t-the dragon…"
The words slithered through the minds of the surviving villagers, whispered in horror, in disbelief. Their savior? No. This was no hero. This was something far worse.
The villagers had seen warriors before. They had witnessed knights clad in shining armor, mages wielding spells of divine light, Hunters who moved like shadows. But this man?
He was different.
He fought like a demon unleashed.
Bodies littered the ground around him—bandits, mercenaries, even innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire. Dozens? Hundreds? It didn't matter. The ground was painted red, and he stood at the center of it all, untouched, unshaken.
White flames littered all across the battle ground as if illuminating all of his deeds.
His eyes—cold, calculating, devoid of mercy—flicked towards the Dragon.
all that somehow survived by relying on his Flames the ones that still somehow lived in the Village of Ice All Shuddered.
They had prayed for salvation. They had begged the heavens for a miracle.
And the heavens had answered… with a devil.
'Run.'
The thought came unbidden, instinctive.
Because if this man could injure a dragon, if he could kill hundreds without hesitation…
if he could fight a dragon and injure it.....
What hope did they have?
The villagers stumbled back, their legs trembling. They had been saved.
But at what cost?
And worse…
What would he do next?