The dragon's harem

Jumping from one wasp to the other, Jasmine slashed her way with ruthless moves, sharp attacks, and a level of skill that could only be seen from the top fighters of the world. The Dark Elf queen indeed was a master of the blade.

Unlike Merida, who loved to use extremely long swords, Jasmine loved to fight with her flyssa, swinging its obsidian edge like the shadows of the deep sea, cutting her way across the limitless blue sky like a demon.

The slightly curved and decorated blade flashed with dark magic, sparking with brown light as shards of stone rippled from the hit, flying forward in the form of a crescent moon.

As Mathilde was about to join the battle, she saw Plum retreating and leaving Jasmine to fight alone. She looked worried and yelled at her, “Cover her back.”

Plum looked back at the confused angel and smiled, “Jasmine is stronger than Cerilla by a lot.”

“Get back!” Cerilla grabbed Mathilde by the shoulder, “Unless you want to get caught in the cannon fire.” Everyone else was already moving back.

“What cannons?”

The Dark Elves were known for the power of their naval fleet. The seas were their strongest hand, and they never failed to capitalize on that. Through the ages, all of the infamous pirates of the world had spawned from them. Deserted admirals, sailors with too much experience, and even legally trusted protection patrols that worked more like thugs and pirates than anything else.

No one could ever dare cross the Death Sea without paying for their protection and escort, because if the sea wasn’t deadly enough, the pirates were a deadlier threat than most.

Many don’t know, but Jasmine only took the throne recently.

Her older brother was the king until he died a few years ago. His wife took charge, but sadly, she didn’t live long either.

Jasmine was the only one left to inherit the crown, and even though she had left the kingdom hundreds of years ago, she returned to her duties. So, where was she before taking the crown? Where, if not in the embrace of the Death Sea.

A long black cape appeared behind Jasmine as she seemed to float on her own in the sky, flying around the wasps with strange movements. And a second later, ghostly shadows started showing around her.

A translucent ship, a massive mast, fluttering sails, and a black flag bearing the mark of a crescent moon, a dark star, and the skulls of titan whales of the Death Sea.

At a young age, Jasmine had fled her home in the royal castle and formed her own path through the sea, which gave birth to the Dark Star Pirates.

As the ghost ship took shape, countless translucent skeletal sailors started running all around, arming the cannons, pulling the sails down, and aiming at the wasps.

At Jasmine’s order, the cannons all roared, firing countless shells of stone. The whole ship was her magic, and the cannons simply fired spells that she could cast with her hands, but the form allowed her to sail the sea, fly and fight in the sky, or even challenge massive fleets on her own.

While most monsters had an expansion that was just an extension of their strongest element, Jasmine’s expansion took the form of that pirate ship, allowing her many new ways of using all of her power and spells.

“With cannons and harpoons! With swords and hooks! Catch and kill them all!” Jasmine yelled, and the ghostly sailors cheered, all jumping to work, swinging with ropes to reach their destinations quicker.

Jasmine spun the rudder as fast as she could, dodging a charging swarm of wasps, and turned the ship sideways, allowing the cannons to shoot directly.

As the shells roared and tens of wasps fell down riddled with holes, one of the bugs managed to land on the ship, and its vile mind was focused straight on Jasmine. While everyone else was almost transparent, she was the only one of solid color that the bugs could see and target.

“Take over!” Jasmine jumped back, spawning a ghostly skeleton in her place to hold the rudder as she pulled her sword out.

Jasmine took a few steps back and lifted her flyssa, aiming the sharp tip at the wasp’s hungry mandibles.

“I’m used to massive whales, sharks, and tentacles. What’s that stinger behind you for, just show? Or does it actually sting?” She smiled, and the hungry wasp didn’t give her a second to breathe, charging at her the second she stopped talking.

Jasmine jumped forward, ducked beneath the wasp’s mandibles, and swung the flyssa upward, trying to slash the bug’s throat open.

But the wasp was fast, faster than any other wasp. It was also smarter. It didn’t survive the volley of cannons by luck; this monster was on its way to evolving into a stronger creature.

The wasp flapped its wings, jumped aside, and swung one of its legs at Jasmine, trying to pin her down. It didn’t try to fly away; it understood that five cannons were pointed at its back. If it moved away from the hold, the cannons would roar once more.

Jasmine deflected the wasp’s sharp leg, the loud clang muffled by the deafening roar of cannons behind her and the screams of torn wasps as they fell from the sky.

With one twist of her wrist, Jasmine aimed at the joint of the leg and slashed it, quickly following with another attack at the wasp’s neck once more. She moved in waves, her arms and legs flowing with her sword as one, masterfully dodging the wasp’s hungry maw and deadly stinger to deliver one deep slash to its abdomen.

The wasp cried, staggering back as foam boiled out of its maw. The monster was pushed back with one swift combo, making it clear that this fight was already in Jasmine’s hands. It can’t win, so the only path forward is to escape.

The wasp lowered its head, and Jasmine took the chance, flying with deadly precision to cleave its head. But that was a trap; a splash of boiling acid exploded out of the wasp’s maw.

Jasmine was already too close; she couldn’t dodge. The wasp had made a good move, but that was the best a mindless beast could achieve.

Jasmine and the wasp suddenly fell through the deck without breaking it. Jasmine had made the ship, and she gets to decide who can use it as a footing and what can’t.

As the two fell, the acid splashed on the ghostly floor, doing no damage to it because it was made out of magic. And inside the ship’s cargo hold, the wasp found itself locked with Jasmine inside, about to face the wrath of her blade.

Jasmine danced forward, followed closely by a ghostly copy of herself. She slashed from one side and her ghost from the other, tearing at the wasp with enough speed and coordination that the poor thing didn’t know who to attack first, and that moment of hesitation cost it its head.

Jasmine popped out of the floor and grabbed the rudder, turning the ship around as she wiped the blood from her cheek. “Why does Arad have to be asleep when I fight?”

Her eyes glanced at the remaining wasps, “Ah, yes. If he were awake, those bugs wouldn’t have gotten close enough for me to need to fight.”