Nameless King

Wain had not yet regained his powers, and so far he saw little need to do so. He had made a huge leap in his strength since the return of his memories, so he preferred to get used to his current level first before moving on.

'No! He's too fast!' Whitewing inwardly exclaimed with wide eyes looking at Wain's palm that was approaching his neck.

Whooooooooooooosh.

Blackwing and Whitewing appeared as in the next moment, Blackwing and Whitewing were several meters away from Wain's attack.

"Well, you're pretty fast, I have to admit that, but what about your strength? Constantly running away won't help you beat me." Wain turned to Blackwing with indifference in his gaze.

"Yeah, I may not be able to beat you in a direct confrontation, but unlike you, I'm not fighting alone!" Blackwing exclaimed before turning into a dark flash, as well as Whitewing.

Blackwing was somewhat faster as he began to unleash a hail of blows on Wain, but Wain blocked each of them with ease.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Wain stood still, reflecting Blackwing's attacks with the back of his palm with a calm look. Blackwing moved as fast as he did, but Wain just saw his opponent's every move.

'Shit! How is that possible?! Even if God Stage Axalt was fighting against me, it would be hard for him to keep up with me, but him! He won't even let me scratch him!' Blackwing internally exclaimed in disbelief.

Whoooooooooooosh.

Suddenly, Whitewing appeared next to Wain. His fists were covered with a dense layer of white energy and came down on Wain with great power, like two massive hammers.

'Hmm, that's quite a dangerous attack... I didn't think I'd have to dodge against a Demigod Stage opponent. Dragons are actually stronger than the others, though... they're not as survivable as Vampires, that's for sure.' Wain said to himself, blocking Blackwing's lunges before taking a step to his right, straight toward Whitewing.

"What...?" Whitewing's eyes went wide when Wain found himself in front of him, evading his attack.

Crackling.

At the same moment, Wain's fist came down on Whitewing's jaw with great power, knocking him upward. Whitewing's eyes went blank for a moment, but he recovered quickly, ready to try again.

"Too slow. You're strong and he's fast, but you're worse than me in both of those parameters." Wain muttered as he appeared behind Whitewing like the ghost of death and gripped his armored wings tightly.

Blackwing flinched at the realization of what Wain was about to do and rushed to help his mate, but nothing could stop Wain anymore.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The protective plates on the wings crumpled under the pressure of Wain's grip as he pointed his arms in different directions.

"ARGHHHHH!!!" Whitewing roared in pain with the cracking sound of the wings tearing away from his body.

"You won't need them anymore." Wain said coldly before finally pulling the wings from the Dragon's back.

Whitewing was an experienced fighter who had lived for hundreds of years and had been through many battles but never before had he experienced such piercing and terrible pain, the agony burning him like a flame.

Bam.

Whitewing fell to the ground right in front of Blackwing. He was alive, which was clear from his heavy breathing, but hardly a dragon without wings could be considered a dragon.

"No... How dare you do such a thing!" Blackwing exclaimed furiously as black streams of energy came out of him.

"Hmm? What were you counting on? When you came here and saw who your adversary was, you should have apologized and left here. It was your only chance for survival, now none of you will leave here alive." Wain said calmly, stepping slowly forward. Darkness was gathering around him as his staunch ally.

Blackwing didn't know what he had to do. He had lived a long time, longer than many creatures, but until now he had never found himself so close to death.

'I've made a mistake... Am I really going to die now...?' Blackwing inwardly said looking at the approaching Wain, 'I was too presumptuous, thinking we could handle him... Even though he's on the Absolute Stage, he's still a Nameless King.'

Whoooooooooosh.

A shadow appeared in front of Blackwing with an icy stare.

'Goodbye. That was a pretty easy fight, I expected a little more from the Dragons." Wain stepped forward, plunging his palm into Blackwing's chest.

"Argh!" A stream of blood gushed from Blackwing's mouth as his eyes went wide. He felt Wain's hand clench around his heart and all he could do was stare at his assassin.

"The greatest enemy of Dragons is your pride, isn't it? Your Progenitor knows this better than anyone, for he is the living embodiment of pride." Wain stared into Blackwing's frightened eyes before squeezing his hand into his palm.

Dragon's heart exploded under powerful pressure, forcing him to let out his last breath.

Wain followed him with a glance, turned, and swung his arm, creating a massive spear of darkness in front of him.

"Now it's your turn." Wain snapped his fingers, forcing the spear down and piercing Whitewing's chest as well as his heart. ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Two massive orange souls flew out of the Dragons' bodies. It was a Legendary Rating, which for most was a true dream, but in Wain's situation, it was a useless resource.

'Agh... It's even a little frustrating that before these souls could have made me much stronger, but now it's nothing more than scraps of energy.' Wain inwardly sighed while shaking his head, 'Although, I know who could use it.'

Wain waved his hand and at his will, the two souls headed in the same direction, towards the rock Ceozi was sitting on.

"Hmm? What is he doing?" Ceozi muttered with a dazed expression looking at the souls that were already in front of her.

Wain stepped forward and like a torrent of wind was next to Ceozi.

"This is my gift to you. You can absorb them and reach the next Stage, or you can create some kind of weapon out of them. It's up to you." Wain shrugged, explaining.