Alexander sprinted with all his might, attempting to put as much distance between himself and the relentless dragon. However, the terrain abruptly shifted to a muddy mess, making running an even greater challenge. His wounds continued to seep blood, and each breath became a labored struggle. He felt that even a moment's hesitation could spell instant death at the dragon's claws. "Damn it, damn it all! Why is this happening? It's only my first day in this world, and a dragon is already hunting me down. To hell with you, Goddess!"
"You seem to have made quite an impression, you’re already hated," Rejikh remarked with a chuckle as he observed the fleeing Alexander in the mirrored scene before him. The Dragon God and Neira watched side by side as the chase unfolded.
"Sometimes, sacrifices are essential to achieve one's goals," Neira replied with a serene smile, her eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. Rejikh raised an eyebrow in response but remained focused on the events as they transpired.
"Run, little one," the dragon whispered under its breath, "I have much to thank Lord Rejikh for. You possess a great reservoir of mana, yet you appear to be oblivious to its usage. I shall claim it from you!" The dragon matched its pace to Alexander's, both racing with determination.
"Damn you, you dumb colossal reptile! No one's taking anything from me!" Alexander retorted, his voice a mixture of defiance and desperation. In a daring move, he executed a sharp right turn, managing to outmaneuver the dragon. Spotting the distinctive red vine from earlier, he skidded to a halt. Swiftly seizing the vines, he began tying them from tree to tree, branch to branch, enduring the searing heat radiating from them. He picked up a nearby rock, poised for his next move. "Hey! You overgrown lizard, come and get me!" he shouted, his taunt echoing through the air. The dragon's course changed, its attention locked onto his voice. "You feeble human!" the dragon roared, unleashing a blast of lightning from its maw. Alexander attempted to dodge, but the mud beneath him betrayed him, causing him to slip and barely escape the electrifying onslaught.
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Alexander struggled to rise, but the grip of fatigue and fear held him firmly in place. The dragon's approach was relentless, the pounding of its footsteps drawing closer until it stood imposingly before him. "A chase worthy to remember, but you're merely a sacrifice bestowed upon me by my God. I owe much to Lord Rejikh for offering me sustenance that will exponentially amplify my power. His generosity is truly boundless," the dragon declared, its voice echoing with a mix of malevolence and gratitude.
Lying helpless on the ground, Alexander summoned his last ounce of strength for a final plea in the name of survival. "Hey, dragon, could you do me a favor? Could you share your name with me?" he asked, his voice carrying the undertones of desperation.
The dragon assumed a regal posture, its blue scales glistening magnificently. "I am Larcosta, the Dragon King of the 7th seat on the Dragon Council. I realize this gesture is rather futile given your imminent demise, yet it brings me satisfaction to ensure that even in your final moments, you recognize my grandeur," Larcosta proclaimed with pride.
Alexander wasted no time in pressing his inquiry further. "Then, what can you tell me about my mana? You have the ability to sense it, correct?" With determination, he raised his head, awaiting a response that might shed light on his mysterious power.
"Indeed, your mana reservoir is substantial, and its aroma bears a resemblance to none other than the God of Forge and Weapons, Lord Barkenheim. I'm sensing what your intentions are, I can sense the cadence of your heartbeat—fear, dread of impending death! This conversation is over," Larcosta retorted, his massive claws poised to strike and conclude the helpless man's life.
In the face of imminent death, Alexander mustered unexpected resolve. "I'm grateful for your insights. Thank you. Now, I understand how to use it," he declared, his voice filled with newfound determination. With a surge of unexpected vitality, he rose to his feet, as if fatigue had never held him back
Larcosta was momentarily taken aback by this sudden change of this man’s tone, his astonishment evident. Despite his bewilderment, he continued his deadly descent, his enormous claws poised to claim his prey once and for all.
With a resounding *klank*, the collision of metal on metal reverberated. "I owe you my gratitude, you idiot," Alexander muttered, a hint of irony in his voice.