As the dust settled from the Superior Dracling's colossal attack that separated the whole group, Drake, alter Drake, Arion, and Falk were left standing in the middle of a destroyed landscape, facing the imposing figure of the Second Son. The Darkness Dragon, known as "The Dread Fang", was as tall as a small mountain, and to them, they were nothing more than ants in comparison… The terrifying presence of the creature was so overwhelming that none of them had been able to react for several seconds, as if they were witnessing a divine entity.

Drake's mouth was open, and his eyes were wide and blank as he stared at the dragon's immense form. He didn't know how to feel. A part of him, a deep, primal instinct, was screaming at him to run, to flee, to do anything to get away from the creature. But another part of him, a colder and rational part, told him that there was nothing he could do. He was just a small, insignificant human, a prey that was staring at its own death, reflected in the eyes of its predator… He was trembling, a small, involuntary tremor that ran through his entire body.

Alter Drake, on the other hand, was reacting in a way that was both similar and different. His mouth was firmly closed and his eyes wide, but he was not trembling. His jaw was clenched so tightly that it looked like it was going to shatter.

His original plan had failed miserably. He had never even considered the possibility that one of the "3 Sons of Vharzun" would come to this place, and now his idea of creating an opening to escape was impossible. He was facing an entity that was on the brink of the divine, the very thing they were supposed to avoid at all costs. The normal common sense inside a scenario was to take no unnecessary risks, but now, the danger had found them face-to-face. He had been in similar situations before, but he had always hoped that the last time would be the last for real.

Arion, meanwhile, had gone completely pale. The sight of the dragon, the same one he had faced during the war, brought back a torrent of memories that he had buried deep in his mind. He was a hero, a legend, but he was also a man who had lost everything… He remembered the faces of his allies, the strongest heroes of his world, falling one by one as he could do nothing but watch.

Now, as he stood before the same monster, his face showed the raw terror that he was feeling. A cold sweat ran down his face, and his hands, which were shaking uncontrollably, were a testament to the fear that was gripping his very soul.

Before they could even move, Dravhark, who was looking down at them with an annoyed smile, simply lowered his head and blew. The gust of wind was not a simple breeze, but a powerful, bone-shattering current that could very well have been the beginning of a tornado.

Drake reacted almost without thinking, his personal skill [Effort Always Pays Off] activating in a flash. His legendary jade sword, 'Transcendent Fang of the Exiled Realms', appeared in his hands, and he used it to stab into the ground in a desperate, final attempt to anchor himself. Alter Drake did something similar. He activated his own personal skill [Beloved by the Divines] and his S-rank class, [Celestial Knight].

A brilliant white armor, which exuded divine energy, appeared around his body, and two massive, angelic wings, which were also white, sprouted from his back. He resisted the wind's pressure, covering his face with his hands and holding his ground. Those were certainly very powerful and unique skills; it was a shame that Adam wasn't there to see the information about them.

Arion, on the other hand, reacted too late. He lost his balance and was dragged a few meters by the wind before he was able to manifest an arrow in his hand and stab it into the ground, anchoring himself.

Falk, however, was not so lucky. The torrent of wind, which was as powerful as a hurricane, simply picked him up and sent him flying uncontrolled into the air, literally like a small bird in the middle of a storm. It would take a while for him to recover and return.

When the dragon's gust of wind had finally passed, Drake and alter Drake were left panting, their bodies covered in dust and their faces a mix of shock and a bit of exhaustion. They had resisted, but the mere fact that they had to use their most powerful skills just to stay on their feet was terrifying. Dravhark was still looking at them with a small, amused smile on his face, but he didn't do anything.

Drake, without taking his eyes off the monster, talked at alter Drake.

"We're not getting out of here unless we kill that thing."

He said with clear force in his words. Alter Drake didn't look at him either, as his face a mask of cold, unyielding determination.

"Don't be an idiot."

He said in a raspy voice.

"That creature is on the verge of being a divine entity. We can't do anything against it... It's impossible."

He was right, the difference was just too great. However, Drake simply let out a small, choked laugh.

"It's not the first time I've faced the impossible."

He said, a determined look on his face.

"And even if I can't win this time, the last thing I'm willing to accept is a death without me trying to fight it to the bitter end if necessary, no matter how useless it is."

Alter Drake, upon hearing this, also smiled a little.

"I'm more and more convinced that you're really me from another universe."

He said, sighing profoundly.

"We are exactly the same in many aspects."

He then looked at Drake.

"Ready?"

Drake pulled his sword from the ground and held it before him, summoning his sacred wings with his [Holy Wings Manifestation] skill. Unlike alter Drake's wings, which were angelic and white, Drake's wings were more like tentacles, without feathers, almost as if they were made of a sentient mass of divine energy.

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"Always!"

He said, and with that, both of them, in a flash of light, launched themselves toward the dragon.

Drake and alter Drake moved with a speed that was almost impossible to follow, leaving a trail of light behind them as they ran. They reached Dravhark's gigantic body in a second and began to climb it with a terrifying, almost inhuman speed, their bodies a blur of motion as they dodged and weaved through the dragon's scales.

As they climbed, they attacked, Drake with his sword and alter Drake with a massive, golden mace that he had invoked. Meanwhile, Arion, who had been able to get back up, was watching the whole thing unfold with his prodigious sight with a look of pure, unadulterated shock on his face… How was it possible that they were doing this? It was a lost battle; no matter what they did, they were going to die either way, so how did they find the strength to do so, even when they knew it was a death sentence?

The words that the boy with the white hair had told him in the cave echoed in his head, a voice of hope in a sea of despair. But the most incredible thing was not that, oh no… The unimaginable was happening as he realized that the two boys' attacks were actually working.

As Drake and alter Drake climbed Dravhark's body, their weapons, which were a manifestation of their immense power, were actually causing damage. It was not much, but more like a small, insignificant papercut, but it was enough to prove a point. Neither of them knew it, but this was an impossible feat that absolutely no one had ever achieved before, and it was all due to the fact that, by chance, their weapons were S-rank items, relics that could shock their own worlds of origin. Alter Drake's mace exuded divine power, and Drake's sword was a vessel of Imperial Ki, and both of them had an advantage against the dragon's cursed body.

However, Dravhark simply looked more surprised than annoyed. He let out a low, guttural laugh, and with a lazy flick of his massive claws, he tried to crush the two users who were climbing his body. The sheer size and force of the blows were enough to shake the entire ground, but due to his immense size, his movements were so slow that it was easy for the two boys to dodge.

Drake, with a powerful leap, would jump from one scale to another, while alter Drake would use his angelic wings to fly and avoid the attacks in a terrifying and beautiful combat dance. The two of them were fighting with a desperate, brutal ferocity, but they were not making any progress. This was repeated a few more times, and it seemed that they might actually be able to do something… But then, another loud, guttural laugh echoed through the air, and Dravhark's body began to emanate steam from every single one of his scales.

The steam, which was so powerful and hot that it could have been the beginning of a fire, slammed into Drake and alter Drake with the force of a hurricane, sending them flying away. They were tossed about like dolls, their bodies spinning out of control as the scorching heat of the steam slightly burned their skin, and the pressure of the air pushed them away from the dragon.

They landed on the ground with a powerful, bone-shattering thud, their bodies covered in light burns and bruises, and their faces a mix of shock and exhaustion. The air was filled with a deep, suffocating steam that made it impossible to see anything, and the only thing they could feel was the searing pain of their wounds and the utter hopelessness of their situation. Even so, alter Drake immediately put up his guard.

"Stay alert."

He said, his voice filled with a powerful tension. Drake, who had been able to get back up as well, did the same, sharpening his senses to their maximum. However, what happened next took them by surprise.

A massive, black, draconian arm shot out from the suffocating curtain of steam, its jagged claws tearing into the ground and sending a powerful shockwave through the air. Then, a moment later, a second arm emerged, and then a head, which was a grotesque sight of obsidian and glowing red veins. Finally, with a single, powerful flap of its wings, Dravhark dispelled the steam, revealing himself in his new form.

He was no longer a mountain of obsidian flesh, but a much smaller version of himself, a terrifying sight that was still almost the size of a bus.

"I have never encountered anyone capable of even the slightest scratch to my scales."

Dravhark said, his voice a guttural sound that seemed to come from beyond the grave. He looked at them, his eyes filled with a powerful curiosity.

"It would be a waste to simply crush you. No, I am interested in the weapons you are carrying. I will have a little fun with you, torture you for a while before I kill you, and then take your weapons for myself… Or you can be good little toys, throw your weapons on the ground, and let me have my fun. I promise that if you do, your death will be quick and painless."

Alter Drake clenched his teeth in fury. He was about to scream, but Drake beat him to the punch and spoke first.

"You're lying."

He said aloud, but without screaming in anger.

"You would torture us even if we surrendered, wouldn't you?"

At those words, Dravhark smiled, a monstrous, demonic grin that was utterly terrifying coming from a reptilian face.

"Heh… You are right."

The colossal dragon said.

"You won't escape without a torment so great that, before you even realize it, you will be begging me to turn you into one of my Draclings to escape the pain."

Alter Drake sighed. It was clear that he was extremely furious, but even then, he managed to control himself.

"It doesn't matter. What happens will happen, and if we have to die, then so be it."

He then looked at Drake, his eyes filled with a newfound, powerful determination.

"But if I have to die…"

The blond continued, while exploding in divine energy like a white torrent.

"I will make sure you regret it for your entire existence!"

He then, with a burst of white light, launched himself at the dragon once again. Drake did the same, flying alongside his counterpart with a determined look on his face.

Kaelvhar, however, did not move. He simply waited.

Alter Drake, with a roar of pure fury, used his[Supreme Holy Smite] skill. A high-level skill that made his mace shine as bright as the sun, and with a powerful swing, it summoned a massive, divine bolt of lightning that was shot down from the sky. At the same time, Drake, using all the Imperial Ki and Divine Energy he could muster, used his [Harmonious Divine Pulse] skill, covering his sword in a mixture of both energies that shot toward the dragon as a cutting wave.

Both were extremely powerful skills and even had an elemental advantage; even if the dragon managed to resist them, it wouldn't do so unscathed. But before both of the skills could reach the dragon, something strange happened… The lightning bolt and the slash of divine energy simply disintegrated before they could even touch the dragon. A system window appeared in front of them, a bright, powerful light that cut through the darkness.

[The unique racial passive [Blessing of the Sons of Vharzun] has nullified the enemy's skills!]

Drake and alter Drake, who couldn't believe what just happened, both screamed in unison.

"What!?"

But it was too late… The dragon's massive, jagged claws shot forward with a terrifying speed that defied its size. Dravhark's reptilian face was contorted into a grin of pure, sadistic amusement as the claws slammed into the two boys with a powerful, earth-shattering force, piercing through alter Drake's sacred armor as if it were made of paper.

Both of them screamed from the extreme pain of having such razor claws tearing their bodies as they were slammed into the ground, in a brutal blow that left them gasping for air.

Dravhark's deep, guttural laughter echoed through the air once more, a terrifying sound that was a symphony of pure, unadulterated evil, as he slowly lowered his head, knowing that the real fun had just begun.

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