Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 50: Power not meant to be wielded.

Azvoid had lost track of time. In the endless void where shadows twisted and swirled like living nightmares, he fought, killed, and advanced. Each Imperfection he crushed released a surge of power that swept through his veins, purging impurities, refining his bloodline.

The process was torturous. His muscles screamed, his bones groaned, and his senses danced on the edge of madness. Yet the power he was gaining was real. Tangible. His bloodline was becoming something more — something pure, ferocious, and dignified.

Frost Emperor intertwined with his power like a tempest. His icy aura lashed out, freezing anything it touched. Imperfections shattered like glass under his strikes, his attacks growing colder, swifter, more refined.

"Ha! This isn't so bad, Noctis. Guess you were just being overly dramatic—"

"—You're too arrogant," Noctis's tone was scathing, his presence looming like an ancient stormcloud. "These are merely the surface-level Imperfections. Nothing more than impurities that barely resisted your bloodline's transformation. If you believe yourself ready for the true opponents... you are mistaken."

Azvoid's confident grin stiffened. His body quivered, not from fatigue, but from the growing pressure building within his own blood.

The darkness around him shifted, thickening into something far more sinister. The Imperfections that appeared now were larger, more cohesive, with burning crimson eyes and jagged limbs forged from something far sturdier than mere shadows.

Azvoid readied himself, his icy aura flaring to life. His newly refined physique felt solid, brimming with power, but the instinctive dread clawing at his mind told him otherwise.

"Fine then. Bring it on!" he barked, unleashing a torrent of glacial energy.

The Imperfections lunged, their movements a twisted mockery of living beings. Claws like serrated metal crashed against his defenses, shattering the ice shields he conjured with terrifying ease. Azvoid retaliated, conjuring blades of frost and hurling them forward. Some enemies disintegrated, others barely stumbled.

"They're... tougher than before," he grunted, weaving through their attacks with Phantom Reflex, his body a blur of seamless dodges. Yet even that talent struggled against the increasingly relentless onslaught.

He thrust his palm forward, releasing a blast of pure frost energy. It tore through several Imperfections, freezing them solid. But more took their place, and with each moment, they seemed to adapt.

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"Azvoid," Noctis's voice echoed, laced with caution. "This trial is not just about strength. It's about endurance, resilience, and control. You're purifying your bloodline, but it's still far from complete. Overwhelm yourself now, and you'll break."

Azvoid gritted his teeth, frost energy swirling around him in a chaotic storm. But it was no longer enough. His movements were sluggish, his stamina strained. Every attack that should have devastated his enemies only seemed to slightly hinder them.

It hit him with the force of a tidal wave. He wasn't ready.

Noctis's warning, which he had brushed off moments before, now rang true. The True Dragon's Ascension was reforging his body, but the process wasn't instantaneous. His bloodline was still riddled with imperfections that held him back.

Azvoid's fists clenched, frustration bubbling beneath his icy composure. "So what are you saying, Noctis? That I should just give up?"

"No. You continue. But you will not proceed to the next stage until you have stabilized your progress," Noctis replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Rushing the process will only destroy you. You're not ready for what lies beyond. Not yet."

Azvoid's chest heaved. His blood roared, desperate for more power. But he knew, deep down, that Noctis was right. Continuing this madness would only result in his demise.

"Fine. Then I'll consolidate this power. Make it mine for real. And when I'm ready..." Azvoid's eyes blazed with defiance. "I'll destroy everything that dares stand in my way."

"Good," Noctis said, satisfaction seeping into his words. "Then we will proceed with precision. Take this time to temper your newfound strength and let your bloodline embrace its new potential. The True Dragon's Ascension will continue to mold your body... but even that requires stability."

Azvoid glanced at his hands, noting the faint, almost divine glow shimmering beneath his skin. He could feel it — his bloodline transforming, inching closer to something unfathomable. And this was only the beginning.

For now, he would endure. But once he emerged from this trial, he would be far stronger than ever before.

Alright, let's do this.

As Azvoid took a deep breath, his body trembled from the exertion of the bloodline purification. Despite the pain, he felt stronger, his power gradually rising to unfathomable heights. But a question gnawed at him, a dark curiosity he could no longer ignore.

"Noctis," Azvoid began, his voice low but firm. "You've mentioned Zephiron's crimes before... But if he was truly a supreme dragon, why would he be sealed away instead of simply killed? What did he do that warranted such a punishment?"

Noctis remained silent for a moment, his gaze distant as if sifting through ancient memories. His luminous sapphire eyes dimmed with an uncharacteristic gravity.

"The story of Zephiron is one that many would prefer forgotten. But I suppose you deserve to know."

Azvoid's posture stiffened as he focused on Noctis's words.

"Zephiron was once a dragon of unimaginable power. His hunger for strength was insatiable, his ambition boundless. When he discovered the existence of the Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm, his greed only grew."

Azvoid furrowed his brows. "Wait... I thought the Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm was a paradise of pure power and knowledge, an endless domain of supreme dragons."

Noctis's lips curled into a mirthless smile. "Paradise? Only to those who can endure its trials. The Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm is not some idle treasure trove to be plundered. It is a test. One designed by the supreme ancient true Primordial Dragons to find the worthy. Even those who enter it with greed in their hearts find only despair and madness."

Azvoid felt a chill run down his spine. "And Zephiron...?"

"He sought to devour the Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm itself. To take everything within it and claim it as his own. But the realm is not a place to be consumed. It is a crucible, meant to forge those who dare step within its domain. Zephiron was judged unworthy. His rampage left destruction in his wake, but the realm would not yield. Instead, it retaliated. His punishment was not merely imprisonment, but a lesson carved into his very existence."

Azvoid's eyes widened. "A lesson?"

Noctis's gaze bore into him, cold and merciless. "The supreme dragons did not seal him simply out of mercy. His endless hunger and arrogance made him a danger to the balance of all things. His imprisonment was meant to be eternal... unless he could prove himself worthy."

Azvoid's fists clenched. "So that's why he's trying to break free. He thinks he can conquer the Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm if he's powerful enough."

"Foolishness," Noctis hissed. "Even if he were to regain his freedom, he would only find himself trapped in a cycle of failure. But now... something has changed. Forces beyond mortal comprehension are working to unshackle him. And if they succeed, the world as you know it will fall into darkness."

Azvoid's expression hardened. "Then I'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."

Noctis's stare remained cold, but a hint of approval glimmered within his gaze. "Bold words. But for you to truly stand against Zephiron, your power must reach a height even he cannot comprehend."

Azvoid cracked his knuckles, a cocky grin stretching his lips. "Good thing I've never been one to back down from a challenge."

Noctis chuckled darkly. "Your arrogance is amusing. But if you are truly to face Zephiron and those who would free him, you must prepare yourself to face even greater trials. Your bloodline, as it stands, is merely beginning to awaken. To be a true descendant of the supreme ancient true Primordial Dragons is not merely a title — it is a responsibility."

"Then let's continue," Azvoid replied. "Whatever the Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm throws at me, I'll surpass it. If Zephiron failed the test, then I'll prove myself worthy."

"Brave words," Noctis said, his tone mocking but laced with genuine anticipation. "Now, let's see if you can back them up."