After a tense minute of circling, the Forgotten Wraith made the first move, its greatsword slicing through the frigid air with a chilling hiss. Aria reacted instinctively, summoning a barrier of shimmering energy just in time to deflect the massive blade. The impact sent shockwaves through her body, her feet skidding slightly on the icy floor. "Damn.. this knight is strong."
Channeling her mana to conjure a spear of crackling darkness, hurling it toward the Wraith. The projectile illuminated the chamber as it streaked forward, but the Wraith dissolved into a ghostly form, the spear passing harmlessly through before it reformed, its hollow gaze fixed on her.
Jagged spikes of ice erupted from the ground, forcing Aria to leap and twist to avoid being impaled. She landed but the moment she landed, the Wraith was already there with his greatsword in a swung position. Aria saw this before ice encased her and shattered bringing her to another location, frozen spikes appeared around her as her hand raised towards the knight.
The spikes of ice flew towards the wraith, its form dissolving into a ghostly form again before reformed after the spikes had passed through it. Aria chanted a spell, releasing a torrent of searing black flames. The fire roared toward the Wraith, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
The flames engulfed the Wraith, but instead of recoiling, it absorbed the heat, the runes on its armor glowing brighter. With a swift motion, it swung its greatsword, releasing a crescent-shaped wave of energy that cleaved through the air. Aria barely managed to erect a protective shield, the force of the attack pushing her back several steps before breaking the shield.
instantly realizing the Wraith was adapting to her magic, Aria shifted her strategy. She closed her eyes briefly, focusing her mana inward, and then reopened her eyes. With a swift motion, she summoning dark chains that shot forward, aiming to bind the Wraith.
The chains wrapped around the Wraith, tightening and restricting its movements for just a moment, the Wraith's form shimmered, and with a surge of icy energy, it shattered the chains, the fragments dissipating into the cold air.
The floor trembled as the Wraith's [Frost Dominion] took hold, jagged ice spears erupting around her, narrowing her space to maneuver. The biting cold gnawed at her stamina, each breath visible in the frigid air.
Aria steadied her breath, focusing intently as she shattered the encroaching ice spears with precise strikes. Summoning her energy, she forged a new katana, its blade shimmering with an icy sheen. With a determined gaze, she charged toward the Forgotten Wraith, the katana igniting with dark flames that danced along its edge.
As she closed the distance, the Wraith's form shimmered, vanishing from her path. In an instant, it reappeared behind her, the air thick with malevolent energy. Sensing the shift, Aria spun on her heel, but the Wraith was already mid-attack. Its greatsword moved with deceptive slowness, the atmosphere around it warping as [Time Dilation] bent reality. The weapon's trajectory seemed almost languid, but without warning, it accelerated, slicing through the air with a sharp hiss.
The blade struck Aria's side with crushing force, the impact reverberating through her body. She was hurled backward, her feet skidding across the icy floor until her back slammed against the frozen wall. The frigid surface sapped the warmth from her body, and she felt the insidious cold gnawing at her mana slowly draining it with each passing second.
Aria's breath came in ragged gasps, her body protesting as she forced herself upright. Doubt gnawed at her slightly, but amidst the encroaching despair, a glint of realization sparked in her eyes. Drawing upon ancient knowledge, she began to chant, her voice steady and resonant:
"By the ancient oath, I summon thee. Arise, O dragon of the frozen ages, Revolt. In my hour of need, I call upon your strength. fight for me with thy life on the line to serve."
Outside the Dragon Bone headquarters, a radiant light pierced the sky, visible for hundreds of miles. A colossal gate materialized above the forest where Revolt resided, releasing a surge of mana that cascaded through the trees. As his massive wings unfurled, a powerful gust obliterated the forest, reducing ancient trees to splinters. A deafening roar echoed across the landscape, resonating throughout the entire state of Nebraska.
Inside the headquarters, Stiles, SteelArm, Halstein, and several other hunters rushed to the windows overlooking the decimated forest. Their eyes widened in shock and awe.
"What in the hell is happening?" Stiles muttered, his voice barely audible over the fading roar.
Before anyone could respond, the dragon ascended, soaring into the gate and disappearing from their sight, leaving behind a whirlwind of questions and a forest laid to waste.
As the dragon flew into the gate, the gate vanished before their eyes. Everyone was left confused before going back to doing what they were doing.
In a flash of blinding light, Revolt materialized before Aria, his form shifting seamlessly from a majestic dragon to a tall, imposing human figure.
"My lady, I am here," he declared, his voice resonating with a deep, otherworldly timbre. Without hesitation, he knelt before her, a gesture of unwavering loyalty and concern.
His eyes, burning with an intense icy blue, immediately locked onto the wound marring Aria's abdomen. A rare fury ignited within him, dispelling his usual composed demeanor.
Rising to his full height, Revolt turned his gaze toward the looming figure of the Forgotten Wraith. The air grew colder, and the very ground seemed to tremble under the weight of his burgeoning wrath.
"You dare harm her?" he growled, his hands clenching into fists that crackled with raw energy as small bolts of lightning appearing around him. "Death is what you'll be given."
The traditional restraint that typically characterized Revolt. In its place stood a warrior consumed by a singular purpose: to annihilate the entity standing before him.
Revolt summoned a spear of ice, directing it toward one of the walls. The structure groaned under the pressure, collapsing inward and enveloping the spear in a thick layer of frost. His eyes blazed with an unnatural fiery blue hue as he vanished, reappearing before the Wraith in an instant.
With a mighty swing, he struck down with such force that the entire frozen tomb was enveloped in a cloud of smoke. The Wraith staggered under the blow, its form flickering as it activated [Time Dilation].
"Enough of this," Revolt muttered, his voice laced with fury. He bypassed the [Time Dilation] by channeling his dragonic power, his hand encased in permafrost as he gripped the Wraith's greatsword with his bare hand. The runes on the blade cracked under his unrestricted strength.
Dragon claws emerged from his hand, and with a ferocious swing, he struck the Wraith again, the force of the blow sending it reeling.
The Wraith, now visibly enraged, retaliated with a flurry of attacks, each strike infused with dark energy. Revolt parried and countered with his own devastating blows, the clash of their weapons echoing through the chamber.
Revolt and the Wraith surged forward, their speeds intensifying until they became a blur within the frozen tomb. Each clash of weapons sent shockwaves reverberating through the icy walls as they exchanged blows, the sounds echoing like thunder in the desolate chamber. Ice flew as the two combatants flew around each other, evading and striking with relentless precision.
In a matter of moments, both the Wraith's greatsword and Revolt's ice spear shattered, the remnants scattering like shards of glass. With weapons discarded, they resorted to hand-to-hand combat, exchanging a rapid series of punches and kicks that seemed almost too fast to follow.
The Wraith unleashed its [Frost Dominion], manipulating the very walls of the tomb to shift around Revolt, aiming to ensnare him. Suddenly, the Wraith appeared above him, ready to strike, but Revolt was quick on his feet, anticipating the attack. He twisted away just as ice spears erupted around him, but his dragon scales emerged in response, forming a protective barrier that shattered the icy projectiles upon contact.
Realizing it had underestimated him, the Wraith activated [Frost Dominion] again, causing the walls to close in on Revolt while trying to encase him in frost. Yet, in its desperation, it accidentally grazed Revolt's skin. The icy touch sent a chill through his limbs, and Revolt's eyes widened as he felt his arm and leg immobilize under the frost's grip.
"Dragon Cleanse," he declared, channeling his power. A brilliant light enveloped him, and the ice evaporated instantly, restoring his movement.
Just then, Aria surged into the fray, her ice katana freezing as it released an aura of permafrost as well. They coordinated their attacks.
The Wraith, taken aback by their combined assault, quickly adapted, but Aria's speed and precision kept it on its toes. She unleashed a series of rapid strikes, each blow laced with fiery energy. Revolt took advantage of the openings she created, delivering crushing punches that reverberated through the tomb.
With a final, explosive slash and punch, Aria and Revolt sent the Wraith hurtling into the wall. The impact echoed through the frozen tomb, and smoke billowed around them. As the smoke cleared, the Wraith rose, its eyes shifting from icy blue to a menacing black, signaling the activation of its [Rage Accumulation].
In an instant, it wielded an ice Excalibur, summoned by [Ice Weapon Creation]. The Wraith's mastery over weapons, as ice surged around its body, shattering into fragments. With a swift motion, it slammed the Excalibur into the ground, triggering [Frostquake]. A shockwave of ice radiated outward, tearing through the tomb.
Revolt's instincts kicked in. "Get back!" he shouted, positioning himself as a shield between Aria and the impending onslaught. His dragon scales absorbed some of the force, but the shockwave tore away chunks of his protective armor. Pain shot through him as he squinted, but there was no time to falter; the Wraith was upon them. Combining [Unleashed Fury] and [Icy Vortex], the Wraith unleashed a flurry of strikes, enveloping the room in a swirling storm of ice. Revolt and Aria had to react fast. They dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding the barrage of icy blades that sliced through the air.
Aria and Revolt seized a small opening they both noticed, charging toward the Wraith with synchronized precision. A sinister, otherworldly sound emanated from the Wraith as it activated [Frostquake] once more. The ground trembled violently, and a shockwave of ice erupted outward. Before it was able to go off properly, Revolt flew in and landed a powerful punch, the Wraith was hurled into the wall, but it rose instantly, its form now radiating an ominous, dark energy.
Revolt, eyes narrowing, muttered to himself, "It's gotten stronger." Reacting swiftly, he leaped backward, narrowly avoiding the Wraith's retaliatory strike. In the blink of an eye, the Wraith appeared behind Revolt, activating [Unleashed Fury]. A flurry of wild, ice-infused strikes rained down upon him, each blow leaving a trail of permafrost that began to encase his body.
Without hesitation, the Wraith activated [Shattered Reflections], disassembling its body and sword into countless fragments that hurtled toward them. Revolt, with a roar, crushed the fragments under his hand, but the Wraith reformed instantly, parts missing due to the fragments being crushed.