For Fika she thought it would be pretty simple. I mean, she obviously knew this shapeshifting monster was not right in the head but a simple task of being able to beat up a Low Race, even one as skilled and powerful as her brother, shouldn’t even be more than a minor nuisance for a member of the Legendary Races.

It was not like the situation was in an urgent rush. There were still a few days before the window of action would truly fade, so she thought that she could sharpen the fangs of the beast that had fallen into her lap in that grace period and guarantee victory.

The first thing they did was leave her home as not to attract attention from guards looking for a Nue who preferred action over words. This did not work.

Nue in her half dragon form had; instead of waiting for Fika to use a magical tool to fly out of her home, simply grabbed her and flew out of the door without even considering the consequences.

She had been planning to use a potion to conceal their presence but she mentally threw up her hands in the air and gave up, she’d need to explain a lot of things to the guards and authorities of the city at a later date. Worst case scenario she’d just point to the woman who invaded her house and she’d probably just fly away.

Gasps of amazement exploded from almost every citizen of the city, their fingers pointed up to the clouds as they saw the crimson beast soar towards the mountains to the west.

Dragons, even Weredragons were auspicious to almost every culture of this world.

When they appeared incidents of great upheaval would almost certainly follow.

A red dragon usually brought drought or a storm of fire.

If neither of these things happened when the divine creature presented itself then it meant one thing. It had come to fight a worthy foe in single combat.

Rumours began to spread like wildfire in a forest and the flames of excitement were ignited.

The people had been waiting for the duel between Lincoe and Agnar but such a momentous occasion which had been the talk of the town for over a month now had instantly be dwarfed by the appearance of a dragon.

Historically a red dragon looking for a challenge made the fights strictly one on one and had made it perfectly safe for people to watch so great is their power that they could often guarantee the safety of the audience or would cast complex magic to allow viewing from a safe distance.

Those who fought a dragon and perished were already legendary for the mere fact the divine’s eye fell upon them for even a fleeting moment.

Those who lived and those who actually slew their challengers?

They were among the greatest of legends.

Fika had been hoping that Nue could beat her brother senseless and thus convince him to not get into a life and death duel with the nobility over some woman who did not seem to care for him nor seemed to be interested in what he had to say.

She assumed her brother just had a stupid crush.

She assumed that even with the complications of the dragon being seen; possibly with her even, that at least it’d cause Lincoe to back down and think twice before he did anything rash.

It is dangerous to assume such things.

The moment her brother saw the red dragon in the heavens above he could only smile.

For in Lincoe could defeat a dragon then surely his demands would have the absolute weight they needed to be fulfilled. Since, who would dare challenge a man who surpassed the rage of divinity forged into flesh?

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Lincoe began to walk back home and every person on the street turned their heads as he took every step. The dragon was no longer in view and so their minds naturally went to question who the dragon has come for. Many thought it was Agnar, he was the best warrior within the entire city. Or did it come to punish Lincoe for his transgressions? For an unworthy one to dare use the right of Challenging the Heavens when he was not ready, would he take the ire of a dragon?

He looked much like his sister, however he was taller, more muscular but not overly so, though his arms were particularly well built. His clothes were black with a border of gold, the main body being close and concise, similar to the outfits you’d see in a modern martial arts movie on Earth. Golden ivy like vines were the pattern, that danced over his body.

His eyes had the same colour as his sister’s, a verdant green that reminded those who saw it of the beauty of the forest, but unlike Fika his eyes had the white common to most of the humanoid races, their fathers were different but this was not uncommon among the Dryads.

He opened the door to his dull white brick home at the border of the city, where the designs of the east met the west and closed the door gently.

There was plenty of artificial and natural sunlight leaking in from lamps and windows.

The actual contents of the room were a very simple dining table and a singular chair, a stove against the east wall with cooking utensils within arms reach of it.

A single set of straw and covers for a bed tucked in the northwestern corner.

He went straight to the bed… but instead of laying in it, he lifted the straw up to reveal a trapdoor.

With a single pull of the chain, it revealed a staircase which he travelled down with slow steps.

The room the path lead to was very dimly lit compared to the one above.

It was also far more decorated in a way… every spare shred of space besides a large drawn circle in the middle was lined with black bladed swords.

On the walls. Sticking out of the ground. Laid haphazardly on the floor. Blades as far as the eye could see. Lincoe sat within the circle in a crossed leg position. He closed his eyes.

“Alchemise.”

From the ground erupted black dust, like tendrils of some eldritch god rising from the depths.

It looked like his body had living gunpowder dancing around his form.

And slowly it began to take shape… more blades were birthed within seconds.

“I will free you. I will free myself. I will free us all of these old ghosts.”

Nue had returned to the mountain she had initially awakened on.

Fika had began yelling at her the moment they landed about a great deal of annoyances but soon relented when she realised it wouldn’t work on this beyond bizarre creature.

The moment things calmed down both Fika and Nue wanted to know what the monster could do.

“Okay! First thing’s first… can I shoot a beam?”

Nue’s entire body began to vibrate in excitement, she had several ideas for stylish and referential attacks she could possibly do. Obviously such terminology was lost on a native of this world.

To answer her question, Nue once again was given options and information in response to her query.

“...The closest approximation with the current parameters is to use the Red Dragon’s Lv1 Racial Skill, Heat Burst. I may warn you however that-”

The interface did not get a chance to caution the fool.

“HEEEEAAAAATTTTTT BUUUURRRRSTTTTT!”

Nue aimed her head towards the cave she had come from and said the words with an infectious, hyper and overly excited tone that rumbled the skies.

A third vertical eye opened in her forehead the moment she finished her roar.

Then her mouth opened wide. A bright and searing red ignited in all three eyes and her throat.

It just took half a second.

Pouring from these holes was a conflagration of condensed and world shaking intensity.

The earth trembled, the skies shivered and the oceans cowered as the titanic sun coloured beam of destruction burrowed through a mountain, melting stone and vaporising anything that came into the mere vicinity of the blast.

In but a few blinks of her eyes, Fika had witnessed the damage this monster was capable of.

Half a mountain turned to smoking rubble with a single indescribable attack.

The third eye of Nue’s closed. Then her normal pair closed and lastly her mouth.

Then her body collapsed to the shattered ground with absolutely no fanfare.

She was almost out cold from performing the attack.

“Dragons have incredibly mana outputs but naturally eat up their own mana and that of their surroundings when performing their racial skills.

“For this reason most Dragon’s reside in locations that resemble their elements and have heavy mana density to avoid deprivation.

“Extended fights outside of such locations rarely end in a Dragon’s favour, though such combat dragging on is indeed rare. I would not recommend its usage in a location like this.”

The systems words were too little, too late to give off the much needed caution.

Fika stared at the engine of destruction that had her face to the floor in disbelief.

Nue lifted up her right hand ever so slightly to form a thumbs up.

“Totally… worth… it…!”

Then she passed out for around twelve hours.