Back then, even with multiple senses indicating the same thing, Drako could not believe how damaged he was. He was practically falling apart, with his chest, throat and head being in the most critical situation.
The only part of his body that had been relatively safe was the tip of his tail. Even his hind legs had suffered damage and that was saying something considering how far away it was from his mouth. It indicated that he had suffered from serious backfires that had ended up in explosions that engulfed his entire body.
It was an extremely grievous situation that dragged his bloated ego all the way to the ground, replacing it with a sense of fear at his very mortal situation.
He was dying.
Once that thought rebounded through his mind a few times, his heart began pounding with alarm and adrenaline that gave him a queer burst of energy which he used to immediately take off into the air.
Thankfully, he relied on mana rather than wings to fly, because with how haggard his body had been, if he needed to exert his exhausted body to use wings which would have undoubtedly been damaged as well, then he would have been finished.
It had taken him a short while to recognise a location that he recognised, which he used to direct himself to the Dawn Forest. However, he did not go to his territory. Not only had his dwindling health told him that he did not have time for that, but he had also been worried of someone in his territory taking advantage of the situation.
Everyone there was either his wife or descendant (The guards that had been sent to him when he used the Evolutionary Blood Beast Technique had returned to the Snake race’s territory when he regained his cultivation), but even if they were his family, at the end of the day, they were still Beasts who would have a lot to gain if they could eat his body.
Drako was not a progenitor, he was an Ancestor. He had no supernatural influence over his descendants like the Progenitors did, so he could not guarantee loyalty. Although he had not experienced issues with betrayal (this was before Envy emerged), the possibility still existed. If it manifested whilst he was a lunge away from death, it would be fatal. End of.
That is why he did his best to suppress his presence as he flew to the Elven territory, with one very obvious goal in mind.
Everything went without a hitch and he was able to bargain with the Titania for some Spring of Life water that healed him back to perfection, but that had been a very scary moment for him that he would never, ever forget.
The feeling of his life hanging on the decisions of others was very hateful. If the Elves that had first caught sight of him had any nefarious intent, there would not be anything he would be able to do to save himself and he would not be alive to be reminiscing right now. Furthermore, the price he had paid for that water had not been small and it had caused him a lot of anguish.
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But those days were over. In fact, that was many decades ago. Since then, not only had he encoded Laws of Fire, the Laws of Wind and the Intent of Compression into his Bloodline when he promoted to 4th Realm and obtained yet again another lucky evolution, creating a very powerful Bloodline that contained 2 Laws and an Intent that his descendants could inherit - He had also obtained other things that not even his best friend Raiko knew about.
Drako was not just A Divine Dragon, he was THE Divine Dragon. Although he now knew what actual divinity was thanks to Gaia, that did not make him humble himself. The whole world laughed about the race that called themselves Divine without actually being Divine, but unlike the before, the mockery did not get to him anymore.
Things were quite different.
…
Drako’s eyes which had been closed once again opened, but this time, the previously low glow of his golden eyes now shone so brightly that even those fighting within the sea caught the flash.
[Breath of the Divine Dragon!]
Drako released the Breath technique that he had spent decades mastering.
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[Crystal Dragon King POV]
The Crystal Dragon King had been charging up another Dragon breath when a golden flash suddenly illuminated the murky grey skies.
‘What is tha-’ He was thinking as he instinctively spread out his Spirit Sense and turned his head, but then he came to a halt when he caught the sight of Drako.
‘What..?’ He was baffled. He had never seen that imposter like this before. What on Eridius did he-
His thoughts cut off once more when his Spirit Sense finally reached Drako and came into contact with the indescribable profound usage of Laws and… and an Intent?!
His jaw dropped a little as he thou-
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
All of a sudden, a pink stream of light burst out of Drako’s mouth and slammed into a few of the malformed creatures, incinerating those who were too small enough into ashes and splitting those who were too big into 2 pieces. But it didn’t end there.
Drako turned his head and steered his attack to the right, making the beam-like flame swipe through them like a stick swiping through water, and without fail, anybody that came into contact with the attack perished.
Drako continued to steer his attack in this manner, taking tens of lives by the second and there was nothing that the opposition could do to resist.
“What is the meaning of this…?” The Crystal Dragon King blurted out loud, too shocked to keep his composure. “How is that fire? Why is it pink? Wait- could it be an Earth Flame? And WHY is it going on for so long?! What on Eridius is going on?!”
Nobody answered his questions.
He could only watch as Drako single-handley slaughtered all of the malformed creatures down to the last one, with perfect precision. Only then did Drako stop, putting an end to the domineering light, putting an end to the terrified sreeches, and putting an end to the harrowing sound of the attack itself, leaving the sky in complete silence.