BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"ROOOAAARRR!"
High above, the crimson Heavenly Dragon and the pitch-black Evil Dragon tore at each other, locked in a battle that churned the sky itself. Hurricane-force winds whipped outward, then collapsed back in, as if the world itself couldn't decide whether to flee or watch.
Thunder cracked. Dragon roars shook the heavens. Their clash threatened to rip the sky in half.
"Crom Cruach, you've gotten a hell of a lot stronger."
Ddraig hovered in midair, wings beating, her magnificent crimson scales marred with deep, black scorch marks. Across from her, Crom Cruach hung in the air, his presence heavier than ever.
"I've spent years wandering both the human world and the Underworld," Crom Cruach replied, voice rumbling from his massive, shadowy maw. "Learning, fighting, honing my body. Getting stronger was inevitable."
He paused, eyes narrowing. "But you, Ddraig—you're as stagnant as ever. And your power's been dropping since we started."
Ddraig let out a low, resigned growl. "That's how it goes. You're alive. I'm not. My soul survived, but this body is just a shell—my partner's Sacred Gear conjured it for me."
"I've already gone all out. But this form wasn't built for endurance. I'm running out of time."
She squared her shoulders, her aura flaring anew. "Crom Cruach, I'm about to unleash everything I have left. You'll do the same, right? Let's finish this."
Crom Cruach's lips curled into a grin. "A shame, really. But getting to fight you here is more luck than I deserve."
"Come, Ddraig. No holding back!"
A tide of jet-black energy erupted from Crom Cruach, painting the sky in darkness. Stars winked into view, and a pale crescent moon rose slowly overhead—a phantom moon, conjured by his power at its peak. The title "Crescent Circle Dragon King" was no mere boast.
WHOOSH! Flames roared around Ddraig, towering and wild, burning away the darkness that encroached on her.
"Let's settle this—once and for all."
"Ddraig!"
"Crom Cruach!"
Under the stunned gaze of every witness below, the two dragons shot toward each other.
One, a mystery in black. The other, a blaze of crimson glory.
Power without limit. No restraint, no mercy. They collided in midair—
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
"HAHAHAHAHA—FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
The forest was a wasteland now, reduced to shattered trees and smoking craters. Albion and Grendel were locked in their own brutal duel.
Grendel was a pure battle maniac—his body torn and bleeding from Albion's attacks, but he didn't care. He lunged and bit and clawed, his muscle-bound skull filled with nothing but violence.
WHOOSH! Albion dodged a swipe and soared upward, her wings gleaming with light. Thousands of luminous arrows erupted, raining down on Grendel.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Dust billowed. Explosions rocked the earth. Grendel staggered back, hammered by the barrage.
"Aaagh! It hurts! It hurts!" he howled. "Albion, eat my fireball!"
Grendel's belly ballooned. He opened his maw wide, and a fireball—nearly a hundred meters across—blasted skyward toward Albion.
The heat was savage, warping the air itself. Albion didn't dare take it head-on. She called out:
"Divide! Divide!! Divide!!!"
The fireball shrank, smaller and smaller, until Albion swallowed it whole.
"Not again! Albion, you cheat! You cheat!" Grendel bellowed, furious.
Albion just snorted, unimpressed. She spat the stolen flames right back at him.
"Aaagh! Hot! HOT! HOT!"
Grendel's massive body was instantly engulfed, flames licking across his scales. The ground melted, magma pooling beneath him. At the center, Grendel glowed red like molten steel.
Any lesser creature would have been vaporized. But Grendel was an Evil Dragon—pain was all he felt, not death.
Albion knew it, too. She gathered energy for another attack, but suddenly a savage wind blasted through—
"AAAGH!"
Grendel was hurled away, crashing through mountains, tumbling across the ruined landscape. Albion beat her wings hard, steadying herself in the air.
"Looks like Ddraig's fight is nearly over…"
Albion glanced toward the distant clash.
"Grendel, let's wrap this up."
She turned, voice cold.
"Wrap up? You kidding? I'm just getting started!" Grendel barked, scrambling up. "You're not escaping, Albion! We fight—fight until one of us dies!"
Albion's eyes narrowed. She hated pests like him.
In raw power, Grendel was nowhere near her level. From the first blow, Albion had dominated him. But he was relentless—a rabid dog, always getting back up, always ready for more.
Blood, wounds—none of it slowed him. If anything, it only made him crazier.
There was only one way to end it. Total annihilation.
Albion spread her wings. Pale green mist billowed from her scales, thickening, expanding, swallowing the ground and Grendel with it.
"What—what is this?"
"Aaagh! It hurts! It hurts! My body's melting!"
Grendel's confusion turned to agony as the mist enveloped him. His iron-hard body began to dissolve.
This was Albion's most primal skill—a venomous fog that could consume anything organic, leaving only lifeless matter behind. In this world, only Ddraig could resist its bite.
Hovering overhead, Albion watched coldly as Grendel screamed, his form vanishing bit by bit, melting away into nothing…
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