Rejikh's eyes widened as he observed an unexpected turn of events in the confrontation between Larcosta and Alexander. "This brings back memories indeed—witnessing someone wielding Barkenheim's power in this era. Neira, I must admit, you've unearthed an intriguing individual. However, his command over his mana remains imperfect; Larcosta still holds the upper hand."
Neira remained silent, unperturbed by Rejikh's commentary. Her excitement bubbled over, erupting into unrestrained laughter. "Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, Alexander, this is a joyous moment! Show me how you'll harness this power to its full potential!" Beside her, Rejikh shivered slightly, accustomed to Neira's enthusiasm yet still caught off guard each time it surfaced. "Barkenheim, my beloved, this marks the first step toward our reunion," Neira whispered with a touch of yearning, her words a soft, intimate murmur.
On the other side of the mirror, Larcosta found himself equally taken aback by the unfolding events. A man significantly smaller than him had managed to effectively deflect his colossal claws. "What sort of futile resistance is this? Just meet your end already!" Fueled by irritation, Larcosta prepared to launch another assault. Extracting his previously parried claws, the dragon's remaining appendage scraped the ground, gouging the earth and leaving deep furrows. Anticipating the incoming onslaught, Alexander raised his blade, bracing himself for the dragon's attack. The sword successfully deflected the attack but cracks were already visible after it received the force of its gigantic claws.
"Hmm? A sword? What could a mere sword accomplish against me?" Larcosta's agitation grew by the second. His impatience manifested in a rapid succession of slashes aimed at Alexander. Each strike found itself met with unerring accuracy, expertly parried. The clash between dragon and swordsman escalated, the battlefield becoming charged with an electrifying mix of energy and tension. The Almighty Dragon King, his scales tingling with an electric charge, dominated the sky. In stark contrast, Alexander stood unwavering, his blade poised for action. "Overcharge!" the dragon roared, intensifying the aura of electrical energy enveloping him.
A torrent of lightning breath surged forth from the dragon's maw, bolts of energy hurtling menacingly toward Alexander. Swiftly rolling to the side, the swordsman narrowly avoided the blazing onslaught, his clothing singed by the ferocity of the assault. Seizing this opening, he lunged forward. In a seamless sequence of rapid and precise strikes, he targeted the dragon's scaly hide, each slash leaving behind a shimmering, glowing mark.
Alexander's sword shattered into pieces at last. "So this is the result when an iron sword faces the scales of a Dragon. It's hardly surprising—your scales are undoubtedly tougher than iron," Alexander commented with a tinge of sarcasm.
"Using a sword of that caliber to challenge me, you dare mock the supreme might of a Dragon King!" Larcosta's voice reverberated with indignant pride.
The dragon descended upon Alexander, an aura of intense lightning enveloping its form. The scene resembled a shooting star hurtling earthward, poised to extinguish its target. Unperturbed, Alexander's knowledge of mythic weaponry came into play. "My grasp of legendary arms might come in handy here. 'I beseech the power of Sigurd; lend me your weapon to vanquish this very Dragon before me! Manifest: Gram!'" A burst of luminosity erupted before him, materializing the fabled Norse sword, Gram. Without hesitation, Alexander seized the blade and propelled himself toward the plummeting dragon. Skillfully twisting his body, he evaded Larcosta's bulk and executed a spinning slash against the creature's flank. The sword's edge met scales with a resounding clash, leaving a searing mark in its wake.
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"Arrghhhh!" The dragon's pained roar resounded through the air as it plummeted to the forest floor. The dissipating surge of energy left traces of its impact on the ground, a testament to the dragon's suffering. Larcosta swiftly rose, scanning his surroundings in search of his adversary. However, Alexander had vanished from sight. Suddenly, Larcosta's gaze lifted skyward, locking onto a sight that chilled his very core: Alexander, his eyes glowing with a golden hue, brandishing a sword in his right hand adorned with intricate golden patterns. Suspended in mid-air, the young man radiated an aura of power, resembling dragon-like wings of shimmering gold that extended from his back.
"What an amusing twist of fate, wouldn't you agree? Now, you're the one on the ground, while I grace the skies. How’s your wound, oh almighty Dragon King? I bet it stings quite a bit. You see, this sword I wield is none other than 'Gram,' a legendary weapon from the ancient world. It bore witness to the slaying of the dragon Fafnir, making it a true Dragon Slayer's blade. Let's see how well you handle the prowess of this weapon," Alexander declared as he descended gracefully, his stance poised for imminent combat against the wounded dragon.
"Nonsense! You wounding me was nothing but a coincidence. I shall not permit such an outcome a second time!" Larcosta's scales crackled with renewed vigor, the lightning now tinged with crimson hues. A transformation swept over him—his once-blue scales darkened to a profound black, his body adopting a more agile form.
In a breathtaking flash, the Dragon lunged forward with blinding speed, its massive form enshrouded in a corona of crimson lightning. Alexander met the onslaught head-on, his movements a blur as he skillfully deflected the Dragon's razor-sharp claws with his sword. Each impact sent sparks flying, a testament to the clash of titanic forces.
With a swift pivot, Alexander evaded a tail swipe that carried the force of a battering ram. He responded with a seamless counter, his blade tracing a path of golden brilliance through the air. “As expected, you’re not an easy foe,” Alexander remarked, a confident smile gracing his features. Larcosta’s scales hissed as the sword's edge scraped against them, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. Alexander’s strikes were precise and calculated, a dance of steel and energy that defied the Dragon's aggression.
With a resounding roar, the Dragon King reared back, its maw crackling with energy, and unleashed a point-blank blast of crimson bolts of lightning. The empowered Alexander’s eyes widened, but he summoned a surge of inner strength. With Gram held high, he absorbed the electrifying assault into the blade itself. The sword hummed with power as it channeled and redirected the Dragon's energy back toward it. "Such efforts are futile! I am immune to attacks of that nature!" Larcosta roared defiantly, his relentless assault unbroken.