Crashout 2
I flapped my wings and slowly lifted off the ground, the earth cracking beneath the force of each beat. Without looking back, I surged into the sky, heading straight toward the center of the continent—toward the ones who took Moon from me.
Five hours later
What should've taken a month, I crossed in five hours.
Berserk Mode doubled my stats, making every flap of my wings a sonic boom across the sky. The winds screamed past me, the world below a blur. I wasn't just flying—I was hunting.
Soon, I saw it: a massive clearing near the continent's first level. There, dragons circled like vultures. In the middle stood two figures—one massive, scales black as night with a scar over his right eye. Balerion. The King of Dragons. The other... smaller, glowing faintly, caught mid-transformation. I recognized that light.
Moon's core. Her essence. They were using it. Feeding it to this dragon. Twisting her into a weapon.
I saw red.
ROAR!
My fury exploded from my throat in a deafening blast. The dragons turned their heads, startled. Their expressions quickly morphed from confusion to panic.
I inhaled deeply and unleashed a torrent of fire—not just any fire, but a concentrated Dragonfire Roar, hot enough to melt mountains.
Chaos erupted.
Most of them fled. Cowards. But those who couldn't? They were bathed in flame, their screams drowned beneath the roar of my rage.
Balerion stood unmoved, shielding the transforming dragon with his colossal frame. He looked up at me and roared, voice booming across the field.
"Kill that fool!"
Thousands of dragons took to the skies, flames igniting in their throats. They rained fire down on me.
I laughed.
Their flames danced across my scales. I opened my maw and ate their fire, swallowing it whole, feeling it fuel me, then spat it back, magnified. Whole squadrons dropped, their charred bodies crashing to the ground.
I dove.
I tore into them like a living nightmare—biting, ripping, slashing through scale and bone. I felt claws tear at my flesh, teeth sink into my wings, horns crash into my ribs.
I didn't care. I didn't feel a thing.
I smiled through the blood.
Dragons shivered.
Before they could regroup, I lunged again—skulls crushed underfoot, wings shredded, limbs torn from sockets. The battlefield was a massacre.
A hundred dragons dead, maybe more. Then I heard the roar.
"Fall back!" Balerion's voice thundered. The sky cleared as the dragons retreated.
He landed across from me.
"Why?" he growled. "Why kill your own kin?"
I didn't respond.
I couldn't hear anything over the roar in my head. Over Moon's last words. Over her fading breath.
I charged.
The other dragons moved to defend him, but he barked, "No. I'll handle this myself."
As I neared, Balerion met me head-on. My claws lashed out—he dodged and, with terrifying speed, ripped my arm off at the shoulder.
I stumbled back.
Looked at the torn limb.
Then looked back at him... and smiled.
My arm regrew before his eyes.
Shock flickered across his face.
And then I attacked again, now tapping into the full might of my Versatile Arsenal and Battle Trance.
Strike after strike. Fangs, claws, tail. I fought like a demon.
Balerion roared and slammed my face into the dirt, then blasted me with fire. My grin widened as I stood, consuming the flames, my stamina surging.
This time, I didn't aim for the king.
I turned toward the dragons who'd escaped earlier.
I wanted them to suffer too.
I crashed into the crowd, rending wings, crushing necks, devouring those I caught. Blood soaked the skies. Screams echoed through the clearing. There was no mercy. No escape.
Then—BOOM!
A force slammed into me. I flew through the air and crashed into the earth, skidding across the rocks, shattering a cliff face.
Balerion dove.
BOOOOOOM!
A crater formed—three miles wide. Dust and flame filled the air.
As it settled, he saw me.
Still alive.
Still healing.
I stood slowly, skin reforming, bones clicking back into place. I looked up and grinned wider.
His eyes narrowed.
He struck again, hammering me into the earth. Once. Twice. Over and over until the crater deepened.
Five minutes later
He paused, panting.
But my body kept healing. I could see doubt forming behind his eyes. He raised a claw and pierced my chest—and pulled something out.
A heart.
His gaze flickered. Not knowing that taking my heart would have no effect, my regeneration would just heal it.
I lunged while he was distracted, aiming for his throat. He barely blocked it in time. I clamped down on his arm, biting hard, and with a savage twist, ripped it off.
"ROAR!" he howled, blood spraying.
He struck back, but I deflected and landed a few meters away, arm in hand.
I tore off a chunk and started eating it.
Staring him down with wild eyes and a smile that only grew more insane.
He lunged. I didn't dodge.
BOOM!
My bones cracked again, but I fought back harder. First to claw. Flame to fang. Blow for blow.
And I felt it.
His fear.
Every time I healed, he hesitated. Every time I smiled, he flinched.
I laughed.
Mad and free.
He grew slower. I grew faster.
Each blow I landed restored my stamina by one percent. With my stamina regeneration and super regeneration, I would never tire to die with these attacks. He would. He was.
Then I struck.
My claw pierced his chest, cracking through his ribs. He spat blood.
I moved behind him, grabbed his wings, and began to pull.
"ROAR!!!"
RIIIP.
His wings tore free.
He screamed.
I laughed and began breaking his limbs one by one.
One hour later
He lay there.
Broken.
Dead.
From pain alone.
I stared down at him, the thrill fading. The rage didn't.
He died too easily. Too soon.
I turned, remembering.
"...Moon…"
I scanned the battlefield.
Empty.
The other dragons were gone.
"..."
ROOOOAR!!!
My roar tore through the heavens.
How dare they run. How dare they leave. How dare they live.
They would all pay. Every last one.