The Villain's Story

Chapter 799: Me and You.

The golden spear of gargantuan proportions descending like firm judgment from the skies met a veil of purplish black, akin to a shield. The two forces clashed in the air as the Calamity looked at the golden beam below, and caught it with both hands.

However, even though it had caught it, the spear had managed to reach its chest, although it had failed to penetrate it.

The onslaught of magic stopped for a moment, as purple rings began to rise from the body of the abomination, but before it could truly act, Something kicked the spear forward, driving it to his chest and finally making a small wound.

Alan flew up and kicked the Ame-No-Sakahoko further towards the Calamity, managing to wound the godly abomination, though small. He had created one more wound in that near impenetrable defense.

Immediately afterward, he grabbed the spear with one hand, using it as leverage to land a spinning kick right at the neck of the abomination.

’...Urgh.’

It hurt him more than it did the abomination, but he had to keep doing it. He had to reach the soft flesh hidden behind the fortress of those scales. He teleported away from the abomination, just before the clash of gold and purple in the skies fell apart, only to reveal a cube the size of a building coated in ice falling right on top of the Abomination.

[Skill: Supreme meteor has been cast.]

And another one was on the way, slowly being formed in the dark skies of the Shadow realm, as the one before it exploded into a hurling snowstorm, chunks of ice and debris the size of buses fell down to the ground, buried in the sand. Alan didn’t intend on creating a gravitational field again, so he just let them fall.

He just needed to turn the tide in his favor, preferably with the usage of Ice Age, but the mana in the Winter Heart still needed some time. His strength grew remarkably in cold environments, after all.

Alan, covered in rough, white scales and clad in pristine golden armor, looked towards the Abomination, parts of its body covered in ice that did not last long.

Alan raised his spear, and used the third technique of the Heavenly Sky Splitting spear, sending a golden arc towards the Abomination.

It wasn’t just one, but dozens. Alan kept performing the spear art while simultaneously letting his mana run wild.

[Skill: Glacial Collapse(200x) has been cast.]

[Skill: Glacier(100x) has been cast.]

[Skill: Blizzard(MAX) has been cast.]

[Skill: Ice Storm(50x) has been cast.]

[Skill: Ice Spear(2000x) has been cast.]

He was a damn dragon too, he had big mana reserves as well, the damn abomination wasn’t the only one who could cast magic like that.

Again and again, Alan kept casting the magic, at the same time he was continuously using the third art of the Heavenly Sky Splitting Spear, slowly, he was domination the Realm of Shadows and turning it into an icy realm, similar to Lanekia. A bad imitation of it, but an imitation of it nonetheless.

With every bit of frost mana that escaped his body to form spells in the world, with every glacial collapse, with every icicle that fell towards the Abomination, failing to do anything but release frost mana in the air, he grew stronger.

As his heart continuously pumped out mana that left him in seconds, he grew stronger as the atmosphere bent to his cold will,

[Skill: Glacial Collapse(200x) has been cast.]

[Skill: Glacier(100x) has been cast.]

[Skill: Blizzard(MAX) has been cast.]

...

And more, and more, and more.

Until finally, he stopped. The golden waves of light that could be faintly seen in the icy, stormy tundra stopped as the Realm of Shadows was no longer the same.

No, it was gone. The countless black grains of sand were gone, hidden under layers and layer of ice and snow, consumed by the frightening cold.

’Now...’

Gasping for breath, Alan channeled the power of his Winter Heart to unleash [Ice Age], and then, there was nothing but him in the icy realm.

He had done it, he had brought the atmosphere of Lanekia to the Realm of Shadows, the only black that existed in this world belonged to the scales of the Abomination, looking up at him, covered in layers and layers of ice. A fragile prison that was already beginning to crack.

Alan looked down at it, taking a deep breath. His breath made the temperature go even lower, it was an attack of itself, the mist, in this environment, was capable of freezing a human being of the A-rank alive.

They could not resist it, anything under S-rank would fall in an instant, and even those of the mighty S-rank would fall in mere moments. The thick frost mana in the atmosphere gave Alan so, so much power.

[Skill: Ice Lance has been cast.]

It was only one, yet it had as much mana poured into it as it took to create this environment. It was only the size of a tree, yet it had so, so much mana packed into it.

’Crack.’

A deep purple arose in the center of this icy tundra, escaping from its prison of ice and tainting the cold white world, The abomination broke free, it’s miasma fighting against the brutal cold, a fight of two separate, and extremely hostile energies breaking the atmosphere apart as the two monarchs that commanded them looked at each other, hidden in the storms of their energies, but clear as day to the other.

Each step, the abomination broke the ice in its feet and spread its miasma through the cracks, and with every step it took, the mana in the Ice lance surpassed Alan’s limits.

Blood ran down from his nose, through the gaps in his gritted teeth, sticking to his face as red ice moments after, until Alan realized.

’So this is it?’

Was he reaching his limit of mana? Was he reaching the bottom of his well? It was funny.

Alan grabbed the lance, and aimed it at the Abomination, which stuck its legs deep into the ground and opened its mouth.

’It’s so damn funny.’

He refused to believe this was his limit... He could push it further, much, much further. The breath was coming, and honestly, he had no intentions of trying to evade it. It was hopeless.

Which was why he was aiming for the throat.

He launched the lance, towards the Abomination as a blinding light burned his retinas and took away his vision. He was certain his attack would hit, but it wouldn’t stop the breath.

Not this one, at the very least.

’Nah, I can do more.’

Accepting his fate, he simply prepared for the next time he would come back, and fight this thing again.

[Skill: Glacial Collapse(1000x) has been cast.]

[Skill: Glacier(1000x) has been cast.]

[Skill: Blizzard(MAX) has been cast.]

[Skill: Ice Storm(1000x) has been cast.]

He felt a strange pain in his chest as the calamitous breath was unleashed, and his body was reduced to nothing but his dragon heart, as his lance made contact.