Master of Dominion-Chapter 65: Defeat
Ayobe had been fighting Arzuk on the sidelines, but the clashes between Rael and Drogon which shattered trees in its path had drew their attention.
At least, it drew Arzuk’s attention, giving Ayobe the perfect opportunity to slash her blade across his neck, leaving him choking on his own blood.
Arzuk knelt on the ground as his vision blurred into unconsciousness. He couldn’t help but rethink his life choices then and there. He watched the blurry battle between Rael and Drogon, seeing Rael whip out several red arcs, slicing through Drogon’s wraith-palm and even pushing him back.
"Such power," he said weakly. He was certain the human was a Bronze-ranked warrior as well, for he matched Drogon in strength.
"I wish..." With those last words, his world turned black. He died with the luxury of not knowing that Rael wasn’t even a Bronze warrior, but was actually the same rank as he had been.
"We have to help Rael!" Ayobe rushed to Yasmin’s side, her eyes tracking the tense battle between Rael and Drogon.
"Look closely," Yasmin replied, her eyes never leaving the exchange. "I did tell you he was a lunatic," she muttered.
Ayobe’s eyes widened in surprise when she finally noticed the smirk plastered on Rael’s face.
"What the..." Ayobe mumbled, bewildered by the maddening look in Rael’s eyes.
BOOM!
Drogon swatted a red arc away with his wraith-palm while immediately raising his curved dagger to parry Rael’s slash. But Rael shot his leg forward, kicking Drogon squarely in the chest essentially repeating the same move for the third time.
It infuriated Drogon, while simultaneously forcing him to reassess the human he faced.
He found Rael’s strength abnormal for his rank. Even the white-haired one hadn’t been strong enough to exchange such direct blows with him; she was only skilled enough to annoy him. Oddly enough, it was Rael’s reckless battle style that stood out.
At least, that was what Drogon had first thought when he saw Rael throw those seemingly wild blows, but it always turned out that they were either feints or bursts of pure, raw brute force.
The logic sickened him, and then there was Rael’s gaze those cold golden-brown eyes that seemed truly mad when combined with the bloody smile on his lips.
Drogon roared, raising his right hand high before slapping it towards the ground.
BAM!
The wraith-palm slammed heavily against the earth, shattering it and sending forth a shockwave that uprooted most of the trees in the immediate vicinity.
Seeing the burst of force and debris heading his way, Rael leaped. He rolled through the air, slicing through several projectiles aimed at him before twisting his grip sending forth another red arc that split a larger rock heading his way; the arc then whistled toward Drogon, who raised his dagger to block the attack.
Clang!
Drogon gritted his teeth as the force of the clash with the arc pushed him backward.
Rael landed, wiping the blood from his lips. Though he currently held the upper hand, it didn’t mean Drogon wasn’t still the stronger fighter; the only reason Rael could keep up and match him was thanks to WarMaster’s Precision.
9%
Seeing his remaining aether reserves, Rael knew he had to finish their "spar" now or at least leave Drogon weakened enough for Yasmin and Ayobe to finish him off.
And It seemed Drogon, pushed to his limit and pissed off by Rael’s deliberate provocations, had also decided to end this human once and for all.
Drogon stabbed the tip of his dagger into his own arm, piercing a spot where several repeated etchings of a symbol resided.
He traced the same symbol and began reciting words in an odd language. The mark glowed red and sizzled, burning his skin; Drogon groaned in pain but maintained a fierce glare on Rael.
"You could have walked away when you had the chance," he spat. He knew full well that activating this trump card would leave him vulnerable to Yasmin and Ayobe after slaying Rael, but he didn’t care. As long as the crazy human was gone, he could escape to allied cult territories. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Rael squinted as he saw Drogon’s right hand the same one that controlled the spectral palm writhe and bulge with both black and red veins. It was obvious Drogon was about to unleash his trump card.
"Uh, hell no!" There was no way Rael would let that happen. He rushed forward, twirling his longsword and pouring all his remaining aether into the blade. Simultaneously, he used WarMaster’s Precision to will his target toward a specific spot on Drogon.
He roared, his arms bulging as they strained to hold back the aether released into the sword. Tiny cracks began to appear on the steel.
"Haaah!" With a great release of breath, he sent forth a five-meter-wide arc of red energy.
Swish!
The arc whistled through the air just in time to collide with a wraith palm now coated in malevolent red energy.
BOOM!
A massive explosion of force erupted from the collision, sending wide shockwaves of wind from the epicenter. The blast split through the ground and shattered trees, blasting Rael backward as he smashed through several trunks with violent momentum.
The sisters held their ground against the force, squinting their eyes against the rising dust and flying splinters.
As the dust settled, they saw the figure of Drogon still standing firm. His scarred face stared toward the direction Rael had been blasted to, as pained groaning escaped his mouth. He slowly lowered his head toward the huge stump on his body where his right hand and torso were meant to be. His heart was exposed, and he had lost his right lung to the blast, the wound spilling massive amounts of blood.
"Urgh." Drogon stumbled, blood gushing from his mouth before he fell to his right knee. He moved his barely functional left hand which once held his now-shattered dagger to feel the vast opening of flesh on his torso.
To the sisters, they had only seen the collision between Rael’s attack and the wraith palm. But Drogon, being of a higher rank and the receiver of the attack, had seen it from a VIP position.
The Great Bloodrend had first collided with the enhanced wraith palm. The palm had almost overridden it, but the force of the collision shattered the ground beneath his feet, making him lose focus for a split second.
That momentary lapse allowed the Bloodrend to split through the wraith palm and slice through his raised hand, from his fingers all the way to his shoulder.
Yet, that wasn’t what truly left him in this state. What had devastated him was the backlash of his own trump card the moment his right hand was severed.
"This is not... what I expected. It’s not meant to be... like this. This is... not my fate," he mumbled. He could not believe he had ended up like this
He, a Master Acolyte of the great Dark Apostles, had actually lost to a human a rank below him.
"The gifts... the blessings... why? Where is it all?" he mumbled again, his mind fading into madness from the extreme pain. It wasn’t just the stump of his arm but also his veins were burnt up from the backlash, and countless ribs had pierced into his still-beating heart.
"Arghhh!" Rael groaned, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
"Oh fuck... broke them again," he groaned. He could feel his almost-healed ribs shatter once more, and this time, it felt as though one had pierced an organ. He turned slowly, feeling a strange weight on his back.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw a broken branch stuck clean through him.
"Shiiittt..." Rael breathed slowly. He moved his palm to try and grab the branch, but he couldn’t reach it.
"Fuck it." He chose to ignore the branch for now, turning his gaze toward the kneeling Drogon. He was surprised by what he saw.
’Did I do that?’
He slowly rose to his feet.
"Urgh." He gritted his teeths even more as his ribs scraped against his organs. "Oh, I should really try to avoid getting this battered every time."
He moved slowly toward Drogon. Yasmin and Ayobe, shocked as they were, quickly analyzed what had caused Drogon’s predicament, though that didn’t stop them from reassessing Rael.
Yasmin stepped into the shattered crater and stared at the mumbling Drogon. "Look at how far you’ve fallen," she muttered, before turning to Rael as he stumbled over.
"He’s all yours now, I guess," Rael said, forcing a smile, though more blood simply spilled from his mouth.
Yasmin stared at him with a newfound gaze, one Rael hadn’t really seen her show before. She looked him up and down. "You should go sit down. I’ll heal you up," she said.
"And him?" Rael asked.
"We’ll deal with him," Yasmin muttered.
Rael nodded as he went to the side and slumped slowly against a tree. ’Was that respect?’ He wondered about the way Yasmin had stared at him; it carried a hint of respect and of something else.
"Anyway, I need a nap," Rael murmured, simply allowing the loss of blood and fatigue to carry him off to sleep, leaving Drogon in the hands of the sisters
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A/N
So I changed dark acolytes to dark apostles
Kinda makes more sense
Anyways thank you all for your reads and Golden suna and power crystals , gladly appreciate
Let’s keep it coming,moire Golden suns,more power crystals and elemental gifts
