CHAPTER 57 – TRAILBLAZER DRAGON
HIRAYA MISTELTEIN
The transformation was nothing short of awe-inspiring. As the Vesryn Pulse took effect, Lysander's form shimmered with an intense luminosity before expanding into a colossal seventeen-meter white dragon. Its scales gleamed with a silvery sheen, expansive wings poised for flight, and a formidable tail lined with sharp spikes that spoke of deadly precision. Every inch of its physique radiated power and majesty.
Yet, what truly captivated my attention were those eyes. Rather than the typical crimson hue associated with dragonoids, Lysander's azure blue eyes burned with an ethereal flame, a testament to his unique lineage and power.
A sense of recognition surged within me, a deep-rooted knowledge that resonated with my very soul. Drawing upon this innate wisdom, I whispered with reverence, "The Trailblazer Dragon."
It was clear now; Lysander's transformation had unveiled a creature of legends, a revered entity that held the keys to ancient tales and forgotten histories. As the true reincarnation of the Dragonoid Saint, the Goddess Exceria, I stood witness to a momentous rebirth, a merging of past and present, destined to redefine the course of our battle.
The deafening roar of the Trailblazer Dragon echoed across the battlefield, its sheer force and intensity dispelling the lingering smoke and announcing its formidable presence to all. Positioned atop its majestic head, I felt a surge of exhilaration and power, a Vesryn Pulse unlike any other coursing through me.
High above, Johnny Wolvesbane's face contorted with shock and disbelief. "How is this possible? Lysander was human! How has he taken on this form?"
Maggie, the Harpy Dragon, communicated telepathically with a tone of concern. "Lysander may bear the appearance of a human, but his transformation suggests the meddling hand of that elven witch."
Johnny's expression hardened, determination replacing disbelief. "Regardless of how this came to be, Hiraya Misteltein poses a grave threat. We cannot afford to let her gain any more power."
With a commanding gesture, he activated his Mark of Vesryn, its crimson glow signaling a call to arms.
"By the power of my Dragon Lord Commandment, I command all dragons in hearing range: converge and bring down the blue-eyed white dragon!" His voice resonated with authority, rallying the forces against the newfound threat posed by Lysander and me.
The atmosphere grew thick with tension as the amassed dragons heeded Johnny's call, assembling with purpose and menace. Each dragon, representing a unique elemental force, conjured and concentrated its energy into potent spheres of destruction. The variety was staggering: miniature suns for the Fire Dragons, dense boulders for the Earth Dragons, swirling vortexes for the Wind Dragons, engulfing whirlpools for the Water Dragons, ominous black orbs from the Shadow Dragons, and crackling thunder orbs from the Lightning Dragons.
Amid this formidable arsenal, Johnny and the Harpy Dragon prepared their own devastating attacks. The Harpy Dragon, in a synchronized motion with its master, readied a fiery projectile in its maw, adding to the impending cataclysm.
The sight was overwhelming—a unified front of dragons, charging their most destructive abilities, ready to unleash a torrent of devastation. Such a concentrated assault would have decimated any other opponent without question. Yet, the circumstances surrounding Lysander and me defied the norm, hinting at forces and powers yet to be fully understood.
With the enhanced synchronization between Lysander in his Trailblazer Dragon form and myself, a newfound reservoir of power surged within. As the arcane knowledge flowed seamlessly, I invoked the incantation, "Trailblaze Reflection!"
In an instant, the very fabric of time seemed to bend to our will. A surreal calm enveloped the surroundings as everything slowed to a crawl. The Trailblazer Dragon's eyes and wings ignited with a fierce azure blaze, signaling the activation of our newfound acceleration.
With breathtaking speed, we ascended into the skies, leaving behind a trail of sapphire flames that painted a vivid picture against the backdrop of impending chaos. In a display of unparalleled agility, we executed a swift U-turn, positioning ourselves strategically.
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And then, with precision and grace, the Trailblazer Dragon extended its right wing. In a spectacle of power, every mana projectile launched by the opposing dragons collided with this singular wing. The momentum shifted dramatically, as each orb, vortex, and sphere of energy was redirected back towards its origin.
The once-unstoppable onslaught intended for our annihilation now threatened its creators, turning the tide of battle in a breathtaking display of power and strategy.
As the skies erupted in chaos, a cacophony of explosive blasts echoed through the air. Dragons, once dominant and menacing, plummeted from the heavens, unable to withstand the ferocity of their redirected attacks. The tables had turned, and now, they were paying the price for their misplaced aggression.
Yet, amidst the downfall, the Harpy Dragon maneuvered skillfully, dodging the returning fireball with agile grace. Johnny's frustration was palpable, his anger evident in his clenched fists and contorted expression.
"Such speed and precision... Could that dragon truly have deflected all thirty-three projectiles?" Johnny's voice echoed with disbelief, his tone revealing a hint of desperation.
Sensing an opportunity and unwilling to relent, I focused my attention squarely on Johnny. My pistol, imbued with a set of ethereal bluish-white wings, seemed to resonate with my intent. With a surge of mana coursing through me at an astonishing pace, I took aim and fired, releasing a mana-infused bullet with deadly accuracy, targeting the heart of our adversary.
“Trailblaze Arrow!”
The air crackled with energy as the Trailblaze Arrow surged forward, a bluish-white projectile propelled with the swiftness of a laser. Its trajectory was unerring, a manifestation of the newfound power coursing through me.
Caught off guard, neither Johnny nor the Harpy Dragon could react in time. The arrow struck with precision, colliding with Johnny's right shoulder mere inches from his chest. A spray of blood followed the impact, eliciting a cry of pain from the Dragon Lord.
"Gah!" Johnny exclaimed, clutching his wounded shoulder.
Concern echoed in Maggie's telepathic message, "Johnny! Are you okay?"
Wincing, Johnny touched the wound, disbelief etched across his face. Blood stained his hand, and he stared in shock, muttering in disbelief, "W-What the hell is this?" The tides of battle had shifted dramatically, leaving the once-dominant Dragon Lord reeling from an unforeseen blow.
The unexpected turn of events left a lingering sense of wonder and curiosity. My Trailblaze Arrow, imbued with the potent power of the Trailblazer Dragon, had managed the seemingly impossible: it wounded Johnny, a Dragon Lord believed to be impervious to harm. The pulsating glow of the Mark of Vesryn on my hand hinted at a deeper mystery, suggesting its influence might have played a role in this unforeseen outcome.
"Could it be that my mark nullified his invulnerability?" I pondered aloud, trying to piece together the unfolding puzzle.
Lysander's resonant telepathic voice broke through my contemplation, a note of caution evident. "Be wary, Hiraya. Such thing could hold consequences for you as well."
A confident smirk graced my lips as I mentally strategized, envisioning the path forward. "Immortality has never defined me. With this revelation, the game has shifted, and I'm prepared to declare checkmate," I declared, resolved to leverage this newfound advantage to its fullest in the battles that lay ahead.
The sudden appearance of Kate, Gaeun, and Charlotte, even in their altered states, posed an emotional challenge. They were not just allies but cherished friends, now under the control of our adversary. Their poised stances, weapons at the ready, painted a grim picture.
Determination hardened my gaze as I locked eyes with them. Despite their current state, I held onto the hope of eventually breaking the spell that ensnared them. "No matter what, I'll bring you back," I whispered, a silent vow resonating within.
Turning my attention to Lysander, I conveyed my strategy with urgency. "Support me, Lysander! When I engage with the girls, seize the moment and strike the decisive blow!" I commanded, relying on our unspoken bond and mutual understanding.
Though Lysander offered no audible reply, I sensed an unspoken affirmation. Time was of the essence, and in the absence of detailed explanations, our connection and trust would have to suffice. With resolve fueling my actions, I activated my green Wings of Light, propelling myself away from Lysander's towering form, ready to face the challenges that awaited.
The battlefield erupted with a cacophony of elemental attacks as Kate, Gaeun, and Charlotte unleashed their devastating assaults upon me. A flaming bird, crackling orbs of lightning, and high-velocity sniper bullets sped toward me, each threatening to end the battle prematurely.
However, just when it seemed overwhelming, the Trailblazer Dragon sprang into action, its azure gaze emitting a concentrated beam of energy. With pinpoint accuracy, the laser intercepted and neutralized the projectile threats, clearing my path forward. A surge of gratitude filled me; Lysander's timely intervention had granted me a precious opportunity.
Drawing upon the power emanating from the Mark of Vesryn on my right arm, I prepared myself for the pivotal moment. As I neared the trio of my controlled allies, I harnessed the unique command intrinsic to my newfound authority.
"By the authority of my Dragon Lord Commandment, I ask you three—Kate, Charlotte, Gaeun—to be free!" I declared with conviction, hoping against hope that my words would shatter the chains binding them and bring them back to their senses.