[ Abilities of a Black Dragon]: A Black Dragon possesses pure, highly concentrated Measma. It's simplest black flame attacks carry the potential to end ecosystems.
However, as Measma accumulates, the core crystal [ Black gem ] of a Black Dragon becomes unstable. This results in an uncontrolled release of ignited Measma in the form of Black Flames. The phenomenon is referred to as, [ Black Flame Purgatory]
- Mythic Encyclopedia: Arboreal Class Monsters-
My movements were as fast as my feet could handle. The only thing saving me from taking a tree branch to the eye was my mask. But, for some reason, it did not bother me. I tore through the wind, fluent steps that reassembled dance as I moved. Although I was in a hurry, my movements seemed forced.
At that exact point in time, it was not about me, or my happy ever after. It was about the loved ones in my new life. I want about to loose them to the giant black lizard. My steps ground to a halt, my feet firmly planted in the tall grasses in an opening in the forest. The Black Flame had done it's work, the evidence visible in the scorched flora beyond repair. The gentle breezes carried the stench of fresh soot and ash. To defeat the dragon, I had a plan... ...
However, I required a weapon strong enough for the task; the Darkened Phantom Edge, although tough, was far too fragile to slice through dragon scale. I had to put in all my Alchemical Skil to forge a brilliant weapon right then and there.
[ Five months ago ; in the In-between]:
" Your Halo Arts technique is quite impressive. I personally made sure that no matter what magic you used, it would still have use to you.
However, there is a final state of Halo Arts I must inform you of... ... THE CRUCIFIXION.
By your blood as my chosen saviour, you may offer a prayer and with the blood, initiate the ultimate boost of your power... ..."
Back to the present... ...
[ Stabs the Darkened Phantom Edge into the ground]
The wind was quiet, lifting up my coat with each passing current. The calm atmosphere mirrored the eerie depths of what I was about to do. With a small cut to my thumb using a dagger, I smeared the blood in my palms. With that, the initiation of the final stage of Halo Arts began... ...
" The blood of a saviour the rescues all,
The solitary Soul whose life time mission is to absolve,
The sword of leading light that can do no wrong,
A guiding light; a calming sword!!!
Heed my summons Valhalla,
And endow me with your wreath of ever pure,
Radiant light!!!
Let my soul be the price for the safety of her people!!
Illuminate!!! THE CRUCIFIXION!!!! "
Strand of brilliant golden light clung to me like chains. I was forced to kneel under their influence. The chains seemed to bind my emotion and set my sheer will power free. My white hair fluttered a brilliant glow, my pupils turning blood red as a ring of light formed above my scalp.
This was the ultimate of Halo Arts; The Crucifixion. I was brimming with power and yet, I felt nothing but emptiness. The only thing on my mind, was my duty as Lumina's sword, " to save her people ".
I initiated the ultimate amplification;
" Alchemical Boost!!!! ".
" Burst of Sinergy!!!! "
" Summon Adamantite ingot!! "
" Replicate times 28 "
[ The ingot breaks into 27 more copies of itself ]
" Now then, let's use the Darkened Phantom Edge"
[ Deformation]!!
[ Alchemical Reconstruction]!!
[ Thought ]: " If I can deform the blade and amplify it's properties with extra adamantite, I can... ... Maybe, just maybe, make a new weapon powerful enough to contain an enhancement using Halo Arts technique ".
The deformed sword's metal and crystalline structure bonds with the adamantite ingots and stretches into a new shape, A scythe.
" And now, by the power of The Saviour, the one who wields and is the Goddess's Sword; I dub thee, The Ender of All Causality; Ragnarok!!!! ".
The sheer amount of mana that left me after the ritual was only replenished by my regeneration skill. " And now, to deal with the black dragon ".
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