Suddenly, a great change erupted within Zephyr. He felt a great dragon rise from within, and stirred everything in its wake. Zephyr focused his all into controlling and maintaining the transition. After all, draconic energy was not to be messed with. Commoners who ever find themselves in position with a strand of this divine power could already be improved manifold, moreover, having a power as great as this?Slowly, Zephyr bridged the gap between himself and the draconic powers, from within, a strange feeling sprouted. It was an indescribable feeling, like a hug from a mother, everything Zephyr did was immensely calming. Zephyr felt as though he had achieved dragon-hood, completely tuned with the Earth and sky. He could feel every fibre of muscle in his body being filled with incredible power, it pulsated endlessly. He could even feel all his energy channels eagerly burst open, ready to absorb more draconic energy. The injuries he sustained from Kerr healed quickly, strengthened even.
“I’ve broken through to a Strength of level eight, although there's a difference of two levels, I can already feel my power boiling over. Hell, it might even be stronger than an actual Strength of level eight,” Zephyr nodded approvingly as he felt every drop of power in every inch of his muscles. The true energy within him brimmed. Even though he was much stronger than he was before, the two scales he had had further augmented it, thus allowed incredible fortitude. The Way allowed it’s user to conjure 30,600 individual dragon scales, each of them contained an insurmountable amount of power, much like a sliver of draconic Might.Zephyr burst forth a fist, his scales shined brightly at the act of it and transferred unimaginable powers into his arm, through to his fist. His attack sent the cave asunder, as if it stopped time itself. IN an instant, a hole punctured into the cave wall. ‘Damn, this is really nice! I wonder what this punch can do to a person?’ thought Zephyr as he seriously
“Hmph!” Zephyr flashed a wry smile; he had not stopped there. Zephyr dove through the water curtain, out into the Forest, and went after Kerr, still mid-flight. Zephyr reminded Kerr who he was dealing with, he stomped onto Kerr, and it sent him crashing down into the ground below. Kerr let out a scream of pain, both hearing the snapping of bone as they crashed into the dirt, it even sent out shockwaves that ruffled the trees. As the dirt kicked up, the leaves fell gently down onto the cracked grounds below. As the dust clouds dissipated, it revealed Zephyr as he stood upon Kerr above a web of cracks, like a spider with its prey.Kerr coughed a fit, and spewed blood out onto the ground, his looks showed of the disbelief he felt. He stared up at Zephyr, eyes full of hatred. He could not believe how an insect like Zephyr had bested him, and now standing atop him. Kerr could only writhe helplessly while he glared at Zephyr. “H-how?! How is this possible?! How did you get so strong! You’re
A scroll was found, but to be more exact, it was a painting. Zephyr unfurled the scroll, it revealed a scenic view of mountains, spring water, poppies, and more. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary painting, yet, Zephyr knew there was more to this painting. Why would Kerr have this on him? More so, how did this fragile painting not get damaged during their intense scuffle earlier? Zephyr knew this was no ordinary drawing.“There must be a secret somewhere!” Zephyr was keen-eyed by nature; he was sure that this was no ordinary artwork. He studied the painting closely, observed it’s mountains, trees, birds, flowers, beasts… Suddenly, he felt his power swell up inside him, a hurricane formed within. His whole body shook vigorously, a small stream of blood trickled out the side of his mouth. The painting had changed, it no longer showed a scenic mountain view. No, it showed its true nature.Swords and blades. That was it. A multitude of bladed weaponry appeared in his mind’s eye
“This painting’s Blade Focus when compared to Earth-shatterer’s Fist Focus does have little difference.” Zephyr said. “I, however, do not wish to stay at their level, I want my own style of Focus to be better than theirs!”“My Blade’s Focus shall be legendary; nobody shall ever come close! I will be the strongest swordsman there ever will be!” Zephyr’s eyes lit up once again, and allowed a steady stream of iridescent light to pour out. He carefully focused upon the two battle Focuses, meticulously chanted his mantra, poured his all into this ritual. He lifted a finger and drew slashes, as if it were a blade itself.Following his finger’s movements, his Focus transcended his fingertips, and materialized into little slashing blades. ‘The blade is the master of all weaponry, the ultimate tool for battle!’ Zephyr thought. “My Earth-shatterer, although bold and powerful, is clumsy and slow… However, even if the Focus within the painting was vile and wicked. I, on the other hand, will ha
The Feather Forest was still and quiet, nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. However, the breeze that flowed throughout the canopy, and through the leaves of the trees were still wrought with cold dead air. A great howl pierced the silence — the horrid cry of a wolf. Its silhouette could be seen as it darted through the greens with it’s speed of light lightning. A sword cut through the howl, and shimmered brightly in the darkness, much like how lightning cuts through the sky, it then shot straight for the large wolf’s head. Seeing a great flash coming its way, the wolf yelped, the light from the sword revealed its face of terror. The wolf was large, much like a camel, it’s maw ripened with fresh blood. Besides that, its spine was covered in bristles, terrible, terrible spikes of death. A common fighter would have screamed at the sight of the beast for it was no ordinary wolf, it was a Direwolf, a tier-two beast of the Forest. It was not to be underestimated. Even an Agility figh
Lewis ran as though each step was his last, he could not bear to turn his head around as he was deathly afraid of something. A rustle came from behind, followed by a loud crack. Seven figures appeared before him and blocked his way. The leader of the group held a sword, full of killing intent, and stared down at Lewis pridefully. Lewis felt like an ant before the man, Linus. The other six were Puck’s personal envoy.Seeing Puck’s envoy before him, Lewis lost control of his body, he knelt to the ground, body shivered without an end in sight. “Run, fool, run! Why’d you stop?” chuckled Linus. “I never once would have thought a managerial underling like you would dare go against master Puck, and yet, here you are! How brave!”“Master Puck had been investigating the disappearance of Zephyr’s handmaiden, and turns out, you were the one responsible for keeping her in secret, wow! What a brave display!” Linus snorted, his intent clearer as he went on. “Bullsh*t! There is no master Puck! The
The voice sounded and felt like it descended from the heavens, a commanding tone indeed. Even Linus’ men could not stifle their shiver. “Who goes there!” one of them yelled, all of them equipped their weapons immediately. The leaves rustled in the wind, some broke free from their branches and floated blissfully onto the ground, the man behind the voice appeared, and he slowly walked out of the Feather Forest. His body was lean, his hair flowing freely, an icy yet calm demeanor surrounded him. Zephyr had arrived.“You!”“You’re still alive?!”Everyone was up in arms as they saw Zephyr. They looked like they had just seen a ghost. Linus however, brightly smiled, “Wow! Just, wow! I never thought I’d see your face again! I’m sure I’ll be well rewarded once I bring you home!” he called out. “Zephyr my boy, why don’t you start begging, maybe I’ll even cut you some slack!” Linus stared at Zephyr the same way he stared at Lewis, as though the other was a bug.“Master, please, go! Return to