“W-what is in the sky?” one of the male guild members murmured.
“It’s massive… Very massive…”
“You guys don’t think it’s a…”
“Graahaaaaaa!”
Before they could finish their statement, a roar echoed again, and in the dark clouds, a figure emerged…
It was a bone dragon.
Its bones were covered by a blue flame, and its body was sparsely covered by black cracked scales.
A blue talent window suddenly materialized: “Monster: Undead Bone Dragon
Total Combat Power 62,476 (A rank).
It emerged, its skeletal frame glinting in the dim light. Its blue flame wings spread wide, casting a bluish glow that loomed over the group as it glided closer, the air filled with the echoes of its powerful flaps.
The dragon’s eyes glowed with a blue flame, fixing on the team with intensity.
“What the hell…” Chase whispered, feeling a touch of fear and awe come over him.
The dragon’s jaws opened wide, revealing rows of jagged teeth, and it let out another bone- chilling roar that sent shivers down the spines of the entire team. The sound vibrated the air with such intensity that most of them fell to their knees, closing their ears, while some already weakened structures further gave in on themselves.
“It’s massive!” Derek exclaimed, his hands instinctively forming a defensive stance as he readied himself. “We need to be prepared for anything!”
Xaiver narrowed his eyes, assessing the situation. “Everyone, gather your strength! We can’t let it intimidate us. We fought through the undead; we can take this beast down!”
“This is certainly the boss monster.”
“Prepare yourselves.”
The bone dragon swooped lower, its massive wings sending gusts of wind that nearly knocked them off their feet.
As the bone dragon landed with a massive BOOM, the ground shook beneath the team’s feet. Dust and debris swirled around them, obscuring their view momentarily.
Xaiver turned to his team. “Everyone, get ready to engage! We’re taking this thing dow-” “Be silent!” Before he could finish, a loud voice cut through the air.
The command carried such force that Xaiver instinctively paused. The entire team turned their attention toward the bone dragon. From atop its massive head, a dark figure leaped into the air, landing just a few feet ahead of them with a resounding boom that sent shockwaves across the battlefield.
As the dust cleared, the figure stood tall and menacing. A dark blue talent window flickered into view in front of them, revealing its title:
Monster: Undead Skeleton Dragon General Alexei Von Valor-Void. (Boss)
Total Combat Power 62,436 (A rank).
The air around them grew heavy; the thick mana and aura coming from both the bone dragon and the dragon general made the air nearly suffocating.
“You humans never learn,” the figure spoke, his voice cold and filled with disdain. “And I’m starting to get tired of it. No matter, I have a duty to uphold.”
Many of the guild members gasped, their eyes wide in shock. “T-two A-ranked monsters?” someone mumbled, their voice trembling with fear.
Xaiver clenched his fists. “Calm down, everyone! We’ve trained for this!” His voice tried to rally the team, but there was a slight crack of uncertainty. “We can’t panic now when-” VOOM
Suddenly, a massive blade-like beam of energy erupted from Alexei’s hand, slashing forward in a blinding flash. The air itself seemed to split as the force of the attack tore through the battlefield with devastating power. The ground beneath it cracked and splintered, leaving behind a deep, jagged scar that stretched across the earth.
The shockwave that followed was nothing short of catastrophic. The wind howled in fury, whipping through the area with such intensity that most of the team was flung back like ragdolls as they crashed into the rubble around them.
Some tumbled through the air, their weapons scattering, while others desperately dug into the ground, trying to regain their footing in the violent gusts.
When the gusts finally subsided and the dust began to settle, the scene was nothing short of a nightmare.
Bodies lay strewn across the battlefield, severed and lifeless. Blood pooled beneath them, soaking into the dirt, turning the ruins into a bloodied graveyard.
The blood stains spread across the earth, the dark red liquid seeping into the cracks left by Alexei’s attack.
Screams of agony filled the air.
“My leg! Oh god, my leg!” one of the guild members shrieked, clutching the stump where his leg had once been, blood spurting from the wound as his face twisted in unbearable pain.
Another guild member, barely alive, writhed on the ground, his torso cleaved in two. His fingers twitched weakly as he tried to drag himself forward, leaving a thick trail of blood behind him. “Help… someone… please…”
The sound of flesh hitting the ground echoed as another collapsed, lifeless, his body split cleanly from shoulder to waist.
Xaiver’s heart pounded as he took a look around the carnage, his breath caught in his throat. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the brutal massacre that had unfolded in a split second.
He could hear the desperate cries of his comrades, the haunting, bone-chilling screams that filled the air with the unmistakable scent of death. The stench of blood and charred earth suffocated him, making it hard to focus.
“Damn it!” Derek yelled, pushing himself up from the ground, his face twisted in horror as he took in the grisly scene. “What… what the hell are we up against?”
“I thought it was just an A-ranked monster?”
A nearby healer, drenched in blood, fumbled with his supplies, tears streaming down his face as he tried to reattach a guild member’s severed arm.
“Hold still! Please, hold still!” he pleaded, though his voice shook, as if he knew his efforts were in vain.
But the true horror was Alexei himself, standing in all the devastation with cold, intense eyes. He looked down at the carnage, unmoved, as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience. “Trained?” Alexei’s voice was filled with disdain, cutting through the air like the edge of his blade.
“To go up against me?” He let out a dark, low chuckle, the sound echoing across the battlefield. “Is that supposed to be some sort of insult?”
He took a slow step forward, his boots crushing the remains of fallen guild members beneath him as though they were nothing more than dust.
“You humans… are nothing but insects. Pathetic, weak insects. And yet, you dare to intrude upon my lord’s home?”
A mage from the group, blood dripping from his mouth, struggled to raise his staff, his hands shaking. “We… we have to fight,” he muttered through gritted teeth, trying to rally whatever strength he had left. “We can’t let him win.”
But the look in Alexei’s glowing eyes was that of a predator toying with its prey. “Win?” he sneered, raising his hand once more as his dark aura rose above him like an inferno, crackling
blue lightning.
“You never had a chance.”
Xaiver’s heart raced, but he forced himself to focus. The sight of his teammates’ broken
bodies made his blood boil.
He clenched his fists, feeling his mana rising, bubbling just beneath the surface, until it erupted outward brilliantly.
Green mana swirled around his body, growing denser and more intense with each passing
second.
The air around him crackled with raw power as the light intensified, surrounding him like a protective aura. His green eyes glowed brightly, reflecting the power coursing through him. It matched Alexei’s oppressive mana, pushing back against the suffocating aura of the undead
general.
Alexei sensed the shift in power, his blue eyes narrowing with curiosity.
“How insulting…”
“Do you actually believe you can stand your ground against me?”