BOOM!
A thunderous explosion erupted as a five-beam colored light crashed into the inner depths of the Bestial Forest. The beasts nearby felt it instantly—the tremor of intrusion—and rage surged through them. So believed it to be a treasure, for those dwelling deep within were already awakening their intelligence.
But in the very next breath, a vast, domineering aura descended upon them. Fragnted mories stirred within their bloodlines, ancient echoes warning them of creatures that once bore such fearso pressure.
In an instant, panic overca them. They scattered—fleeing for their lives, unwilling to be caught in the presence of such a being. Even the creatures in the forest’s core felt it. The aura. The overwhelming force. And they dared not investigate, sensing clearly that a battle had already begun.
anwhile, the Five Elent Dragon arrived at the location, his gaze locked onto Drakion, who stood tall before him. Quinn and the others had long distanced themselves—they knew well that they had no place in a clash of such magnitude.
In the very next heartbeat, both combatants unleashed their Dragon Might simultaneously. Yet Drakion’s primal pressure—ancient, raw, and tyrannical—felt far older and more commanding than even that of the Five Elent Dragon.
Despite this, their auras clashed into a stalemate. The sheer experience and authority of the Five Elent Dragon allowed his pressure to stand equal with Drakion, who had unleashed the might of a Progenitor Dragon.
Neither opponent gave way. Drakion moved with intent to kill—yet intelligence still burned in his eyes. It was as if another mind had taken the reins... a second self that thirsted for battle.
When they realized their auras could no longer suppress the other, both figures vanished in a blur. Drakion devoured space itself, shuttling through the void, while the Five Elent Dragon called upon the essence of the Five Elents, his speed flaring explosively.
They clashed—fist to fist. A thunderous shockwave burst forth, leveling the forest beneath their feet. Trees crumbled, and distant creatures turned their gaze toward the epicenter, eyes wide in dread.
But the two titans did not stop there.
They exchanged thousands of moves in re seconds—each strike from the Five Elent Dragon suppressing Drakion, forcing him back, blow after blow.
BOOM!
Another crushing punch landed, this one sending Drakion hurtling through the air. He smashed into the ground, stumbling—yet even in that mont, he twisted midair and landed on his feet, his eyes burning as he glared at the Five Elent Dragon.
Drakion stared at his foe with focused fury. The killing intent continued to pour from his body—but its effect on the Five Elent Dragon was minimal. Drakion couldn’t unleash it all. His current strength held him back.
anwhile, the others weren’t faring any better. It felt as though their strength had been sapped, leaving them weakened, helpless—unable to even lift a hand against such a force.
Then—suddenly—Drakion activated his Abyssal Devouring Eye, turning it upon the Five Elent Dragon.
A chill ran down the Five Elent Dragon’s spine.
In the blink of an eye, he felt Originat surging—drawn toward Drakion like a river pulled by a black star. The Abyssal Devouring Eye began to glow, its golden eyeball gleaming... the black fang within spinning slowly, ominously...
A devouring vortex erupted beside the Five Elent Dragon, swirling with primal hunger as it sought to consu his very figure. The Five Elent Dragon’s brow furrowed in irritation—the pull was real, and it wasn’t ordinary. It was dragging at his Draconic bloodline, unsettling it from within.
With a sharp snort, the Five Elent Dragon unleashed a surge of Originat. In the next instant, he transmuted it into Earth Originat, forming a dense, earthen armor that encased his skin. Yet, even with this defense, the vortex’s pull did not waver.
"Then I’ll break you by force," the Five Elent Dragon roared, his figure vanishing in a flash. But the devouring vortex was relentless—it followed him like a shadow with hunger in its wake.
He called upon the full might of the Five Elent Law, and at once, Elem’s five-colored hair and eyes shimred with radiant brilliance, pulsating with raw, elental energy.
He launched a strike at the vortex—the sheer impact shattered it into collapsing fragnts of void. Drakion’s eyes burned with fury at the sight.
But the Five Elent Dragon wasn’t done. He surged forward, seizing the opening and launching a ferocious counterattack—his strike aid straight at Drakion.
Then, the golden fang within Drakion’s black eyeball began to spin.
In Drakion’s sight, the Five Elent Dragon’s speed had suddenly slowed—his perception twisted by the power of the Abyssal Devouring Eye. Reacting with eerie calm, Drakion moved to defend.
Their clash spiraled into a brutal exchange—two ancient powers colliding in a storm of might. Then suddenly, the Five Elent Dragon tapped deeper into his strength, landing a punishing blow that sent Drakion flying, the impact rattling his very bones.
In that instant, sothing within Drakion cracked.
mories—lifetis upon lifetis—surged through his mind, fragnting into sharp pieces. Drakion clutched his head, his screams tearing through the sky. The more he scread, the more his killing intent surged... swelling beyond control.
KACHA!
anwhile, within Drakion’s Sub-Space, all was ruin—shattered fragnts, infinite sorrow, and the silence of a bottomless abyss.
Above this abyss hovered two presences: the Devouring Dragon Soul and the Devouring Soul.
Suddenly, the Devouring Soul opened its eyes—eyes of abyssal black and golden hunger—the Abyssal Devouring Eye that made even the void shiver.
The Devouring Dragon Soul trembled violently.
Then it ca—a roar, ancient and unearthly, erupting from the Devouring Soul. The sound shattered the stillness as though chains—binding, cursed, eternal—were breaking, one by one, from its form.
Its eyes began to pulsate with power, surging higher and higher. As the searing light faded, the truth beca clear:
The eyes of the Devouring Soul had changed.
No...
They had evolved.
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