Wain had not yet regained his powers, and so far he saw little need to do so. He had made a huge leap in his strength since the return of his mories, so he preferred to get used to his current level first before moving on.
'No! He's too fast!' Whitewing inwardly exclaid with wide eyes looking at Wain's palm that was approaching his neck.
Whooooooooooooosh.
Blackwing and Whitewing appeared as in the next mont, Blackwing and Whitewing were several ters away from Wain's attack.
"Well, you're pretty fast, I have to admit that, but what about your strength? Constantly running away won't help you beat ." Wain turned to Blackwing with indifference in his gaze.
"Yeah, I may not be able to beat you in a direct confrontation, but unlike you, I'm not fighting alone!" Blackwing exclaid before turning into a dark flash, as well as Whitewing.
Blackwing was sowhat faster as he began to unleash a hail of blows on Wain, but Wain blocked each of them with ease.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Wain stood still, reflecting Blackwing's attacks with the back of his palm with a calm look. Blackwing moved as fast as he did, but Wain just saw his opponent's every move.
'Shit! How is that possible?! Even if God Stage Axalt was fighting against , it would be hard for him to keep up with , but him! He won't even let scratch him!' Blackwing internally exclaid in disbelief.
Whoooooooooooosh.
Suddenly, Whitewing appeared next to Wain. His fists were covered with a dense layer of white energy and ca down on Wain with great power, like two massive hamrs.
'Hmm, that's quite a dangerous attack... I didn't think I'd have to dodge against a Demigod Stage opponent. Dragons are actually stronger than the others, though... they're not as survivable as Vampires, that's for sure.' Wain said to himself, blocking Blackwing's lunges before taking a step to his right, straight toward Whitewing.
"What...?" Whitewing's eyes went wide when Wain found himself in front of him, evading his attack.
Crackling.
At the sa mont, Wain's fist ca down on Whitewing's jaw with great power, knocking him upward. Whitewing's eyes went blank for a mont, but he recovered quickly, ready to try again.
"Too slow. You're strong and he's fast, but you're worse than in both of those paraters." Wain muttered as he appeared behind Whitewing like the ghost of death and gripped his armored wings tightly.
Blackwing flinched at the realization of what Wain was about to do and rushed to help his mate, but nothing could stop Wain anymore.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
The protective plates on the wings crumpled under the pressure of Wain's grip as he pointed his arms in different directions.
"ARGHHHHH!!!" Whitewing roared in pain with the cracking sound of the wings tearing away from his body.
"You won't need them anymore." Wain said coldly before finally pulling the wings from the Dragon's back.
Whitewing was an experienced fighter who had lived for hundreds of years and had been through many battles but never before had he experienced such piercing and terrible pain, the agony burning him like a fla.
Bam.
Whitewing fell to the ground right in front of Blackwing. He was alive, which was clear from his heavy breathing, but hardly a dragon without wings could be considered a dragon.
"No... How dare you do such a thing!" Blackwing exclaid furiously as black streams of energy ca out of him.
"Hmm? What were you counting on? When you ca here and saw who your adversary was, you should have apologized and left here. It was your only chance for survival, now none of you will leave here alive." Wain said calmly, stepping slowly forward. Darkness was gathering around him as his staunch ally.
Blackwing didn't know what he had to do. He had lived a long ti, longer than many creatures, but until now he had never found himself so close to death.
'I've made a mistake... Am I really going to die now...?' Blackwing inwardly said looking at the approaching Wain, 'I was too presumptuous, thinking we could handle him... Even though he's on the Absolute Stage, he's still a Naless King.'
Whoooooooooosh.
A shadow appeared in front of Blackwing with an icy stare.
'Goodbye. That was a pretty easy fight, I expected a little more from the Dragons." Wain stepped forward, plunging his palm into Blackwing's chest.
"Argh!" A stream of blood gushed from Blackwing's mouth as his eyes went wide. He felt Wain's hand clench around his heart and all he could do was stare at his assassin.
"The greatest enemy of Dragons is your pride, isn't it? Your Progenitor knows this better than anyone, for he is the living embodint of pride." Wain stared into Blackwing's frightened eyes before squeezing his hand into his palm.
Dragon's heart exploded under powerful pressure, forcing him to let out his last breath.
Wain followed him with a glance, turned, and swung his arm, creating a massive spear of darkness in front of him.
"Now it's your turn." Wain snapped his fingers, forcing the spear down and piercing Whitewing's chest as well as his heart.
Two massive orange souls flew out of the Dragons' bodies. It was a Legendary Rating, which for most was a true dream, but in Wain's situation, it was a useless resource.
'Agh... It's even a little frustrating that before these souls could have made much stronger, but now it's nothing more than scraps of energy.' Wain inwardly sighed while shaking his head, 'Although, I know who could use it.'
Wain waved his hand and at his will, the two souls headed in the sa direction, towards the rock Ceozi was sitting on.
"Hmm? What is he doing?" Ceozi muttered with a dazed expression looking at the souls that were already in front of her.
Wain stepped forward and like a torrent of wind was next to Ceozi.
"This is my gift to you. You can absorb them and reach the next Stage, or you can create so kind of weapon out of them. It's up to you." Wain shrugged, explaining.
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