The First trail of Beast lair - Beast Storm!
The air felt dense, ominous heat. Crimson mist rose from the floor, and the ground beneath Kent's feet cracked with each step, as though even the stone recognized the weight of sothing unnatural.
Suddenly, a low, guttural roar ripped through the void.
Kent turned.
Out of the rippling red mist erged a towering beast—its body humanoid, yet wild. Horns like blackened obsidian curved from its forehead, and patches of beast hide stitched over charred skin. Its eyes glowed an eerie blue, lips curling to reveal yellow fangs slick with saliva.
A Horned Bloodspawn.
It moved with terrifying speed, charging at Kent like a collapsing mountain.
Kent didn't flinch.
With a sharp exhale, he clenched his fist, his arm shimring faintly with lightning runes beneath his skin.
"Divine Sun breaking Fist!"
As the beast lunged, Kent pivoted and drove a casual punch into its chest.
Boom!
The horned beast exploded like rotted fruit. Blood splattered across the cracked earth, limbs scattered, and its twisted head rolled twice before halting at Kent's feet.
But he frowned.
Because where the blood touched the ground… it began to boil.
The droplets sizzled, wriggling unnaturally. And then—
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
From each drop, small lumps of flesh twisted and expanded—until miniature beastlings erged. They screeched, eyes glowing with the sa eerie blue. Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands.
"What in the hell…?"
Kent stepped back, his eyes narrowing. But the beasts were already charging—snapping jaws, curved claws, and teeth made for butchery.
Kent's face turned serious.
He swept his arm, summoning the violet mace given by Neela—the Iron princess of Naga clan. The weapon was carved from condensed starwood, heavier than steel, and imbued with divine wrath.
The mont he gripped it, the runes along its shaft blazed to life.
"Let's see how many of you can rise after this."
He leapt.
Boom!
The mace struck the earth, and dozens of beastlings exploded like fruit under a hamr. Blood rained. Bones snapped.
But the blood spilled once again gave rise to more.
From puddles, newer beasts erged—faster, stronger, larger. The air vibrated with their screeches. Like a cursed cycle of birth and death, the blood turned battlefield beca an endless factory of monstrosities.
Kent grit his teeth, spinning the mace in wide arcs. Every strike shattered skulls, every stomp sent shockwaves ripping through the crowd.
Ten thousand. Twenty thousand. Forty thousand.
He lost count.
His breathing grew heavier, sweat mixing with blood across his face. Still, he swung.
"There must be a limit…" he muttered. "They must stop… after a certain number… right?"
But the opposite happened.
The more he killed, the more ca. The air grew thicker. The cries of the beasts overlapped into a deafening storm. They clawed up each other's backs just to get closer to Kent, their numbers stacking like a living avalanche.
A claw raked across his shoulder. Another slashed across his thigh. Blood gushed from his wounds. He swung harder, but the weight of fatigue crept in.
And then—
Snap!
The mace cracked.
"No…"
He swung again. The mace snapped in half with a sickening crunch. A clawed arm seized his left shoulder and bit deep. "What a waste! The mace couldn't stand a single battle… Worst!" Kent roared, elbowing the beast and twisting free—but the sea of monsters surged again, burying him under their bodies like a collapsing mountain.
His knees hit the ground. Blood poured from his arms and legs.
His body was breaking.
His vision blurred.
This isn't a trial... it's a massacre...
Kent's eyes flickered crimson.
His heart pounded.
He had given everything—lightning, fla, mace, blood. And yet he was being buried alive.
Rage exploded in his chest.
"ENOUGH!!"
A deafening roar burst from his throat. His spine arched back as his muscles twisted and swelled. The divine scale mark across his back flared—no, burned—and gold-red energy surged through his veins.
Bones snapped. Skin hardened. Teeth lengthened.
A thick tail slamd into the ground, sending a dozen beastlings flying.
Kent had transford.
The Draconic Transformation—the cursed, ancient form his body had inherited. A hybrid of man and divine dragon, fused with the Nirvanic Fla. His arms were now scaled. His face was no longer human. His eyes glowed with golden pupils, burning with fury and primal instinct.
And most terrifying of all—his thirst.
Driven half-mad, his senses locked onto one thing.
Blood.
A beast lunged—he grabbed it by the neck and bit deep into its throat. Warm, corrupted blood poured into his mouth.
And the mont it touched his tongue—sothing changed.
The beast did not regenerate.
It lay dead. Truly, finally dead.
Kent blinked, his dragon eyes gleaming.
"Their blood… negates the curse?"
He grabbed another and drank.
And another.
And another.
With each gulp, a new surge of power coursed through him. His muscles repaired. His energy swelled. His wounds sealed. And the storm of enemies… grew thin.
Because now, instead of mindlessly slaughtering them, Kent was drinking their existence into himself.
He laughed—a wild, feral laugh.
"You wanted to drown in blood?"
"Then I'll make the ocean mine."
He grabbed two beasts, slamming them together, and sunk his fangs into both. The creatures shrieked in agony, their bodies collapsing to ash after each bite.
The remaining beasts hesitated.
For the first ti since the beginning of the storm, the tide stopped.
Kent's dragon form stood tall—covered in blood, bathed in firelight, surrounded by a field of twitching corpses. His tail lashed behind him like a whip. The wind returned, now carrying the scent of his dominance.
He was no longer prey.
He was the Predator!
And the curse that once overwheld him… had beco his fuel.
"Co," he whispered, licking blood from his fingers. "Let's see who drinks who dry."
A shriek ca from deeper within the battlefield.
Sothing bigger was approaching. Sothing that saw Kent's transformation as a threat.
But Kent's body trembled with anticipation. His limbs felt light. His power surged. He had not only discovered the key to surviving the Bloodstorm—but the path to evolving beyond it.
He anticipated for the arrival of bigger beast!
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