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Chapter 77: A Dragonling's Retribution
🕑 Added 2024-11-11 00:30:01 +0000 UTCAh, there’s a certain quaintness to pain, isn’t there? The way it creeps into your mind, settles in like an unwelcome guest. But here’s the rub — reach a certain threshold, and it starts to dull, droning away in the background like a distant hum.
Perhaps because one has sunk to depths of pain so abysmal, it outstretches even the gloomiest imaginings. Now, I’ve always wondered why monsters — those unsparing creatures — seem so unaffected by the sting of it all. Turns out, the answer’s plain. I’ve felt it too, just like every other monster. In every skirmish, every bout of mutation. We’re all so familiar with suffering that when agony sidles up, it hardly breaks our stride.
And that stride? Oh, it’s always a vicious one. Rather like mine, in this very moment. Now, I’d my doubts about whether my technique’s phase would let me slip through this oddly enchanted cage they thought suitable for the likes of me. But as it happens, there was no need for worry — I ghosted right past it, so seamlessly that not one of them noticed, wrapped up as they were in their own chatter and merriment.
My skills were already fused by the time this Tharen guy and his crew managed to catch me. But I’d clocked they had some sort of divinator guiding them. Couldn’t let my ace slip out of the bag then, could I? Finally got eyes on the one I reckoned was the divinator, and that little hunch was confirmed quick enough. Heard enough of their chatter to make it plain as day.
Then, of course, things went and got complicated. More faces, more elves. Couldn’t go charging in, not just yet. Escaping would be easy, if that was my aim. But did I want to? Not after all the humiliation these miserable scum had put me through. He had the nerve, the cheek to trample over me! Me?! That loathsome wretch DARED!
I swallowed the fury simmering inside — a cool head, that’s what I needed. Let them off easy? Not bloody likely. A coward, I was no longer. They’d pay, every last one. And by Thalador, this Tharen will rue the day he thought to soil my scales with his filthy boots.
Once I deemed we were nicely isolated, I activated my technique. I felt every sense tuned to its purpose, thrumming with a deeper knowledge. The essence of elusiveness, taken to its very extreme. A specter, an apparition. No cage could hold me, no wall could bar me.
Even after becoming a monster and gaining magic, this technique was the first thing that gave me a true glimpse into the abyss of power.
I let instinct guide me, and the cage was no more. My body sifted like sand, slipping through unseen.
I stayed calm, focused. But first, there was stamina to monitor. My gaze flickered to my stats screen as my eyes adjusted, lenses shifting but still pinned on the Elven vermin. One point of stamina per three seconds — I’d be able to hold this form for about 4.5 minutes.
A plan settled in my mind as I stood there, watching these Elves, my slitted eyes narrowing with a quiet, simmering fury. First order of business — take out the blasted mage. One of them was bound to notice my absence soon enough, but not until I’d put this little scheme into motion. Step one: make some distance. Four rapid dashes, and I’d gained enough ground to avoid any detection of my mana buildup.
The runes sparked to life, swirling as I poured mana in, skirting the edge of what my veins could take — no intention of overdoing it this time. But, of course, the mage’s brow furrowed the second he felt it. Moments later, he was shouting, and the others spun around, eyes widening at my empty cage. But by now, I’d nearly finished charging.
The runes thrummed with a full twenty mana — eight, eight, and four into the triad. Potent, immensely so. This was a safe point. Raw mana alone was enough to make my spells four times stronger, forced by brute force.
I set my sights on the mage, his eyes wide at the crackling runes hovering by my claws. “LIGHTNING BOLT!” I roared, voice drowned by clap of thunder.
He’d come prepared, apparently; the staff in his hand triggered a wall of earth, leaping up to shield him from the bolt. Earth, of course, was no fan of lightning. But I’d forced so much mana through, the bolt punched clean through the wall, then splintered through his barrier. The impact wasn’t as deadly as I’d hoped, but enough to knock him off his feet, sending him sprawling. Not quite finished, though. Tsk.
I never thought this fight would be easy. But the cold, steady burn of fury driving me onward was plenty. The battle had begun.
The moment they caught sight of me, it was Tharen who boiled over first, his face going crimson with fury. What, did he really believe sheer rage could best a bit of cleverness? I sneered, baring my fangs in a mocking grin. With no more delay, both warriors sprang into action—Tharen leading the charge, wielding that ice-wreathed blade of his, glistening with lethal sharpness. Certainly not something I fancied taking a hit from. And the seething anger on his face as he advanced suggested he’d no qualms about breaking me to pieces this time.
Yet, for all their bluster, they moved as one, closing the gap with eerie synchrony. I saw their strikes long before they reached me; my heightened perception charted every shift. One quick dash, and I phased through them, leaving their swings biting at empty air. If they were shocked, they hid it well. Their attacks came relentless, forcing me to stay nimble, dodging and weaving, while all the while I let my technique settle in, learning its rhythms and nuances. I darted left, then right, my form flickering, distortion rippling around me in a blur. But I couldn’t afford to be reckless—I needed to bide my time, feel out their next move.
The chill in the air thickened as ice mana surged around me, the temperature plummeting as they invoked their technique in earnest. Then, without warning, it struck. Each swing they’d made seemed to coalesce, the very air around me filling with a cage of slicing, icy arcs.
I sensed the slashes flaring in my perception just in time. No sense staying put, after all—I was no caged beast. A single dash with perfect timing, and I slipped cleanly through the attack, though a nick on my hind leg bit at me like a paper cut. No matter. I zeroed in on the second Elven pest, his eyes widening as he realised I’d escaped his frozen web. Too late.
My claws lashed out, one poised for his torso while the other stayed ready as a feint, masked by the shimmering distortion around me. He raised his sword to block, but the movement was off, my strike slipping past his defense. He shrieked—a glorious sound—as my claws ripped through his leather armour, digging deep enough to draw a satisfying scream. But that was just the opening act. My Echo lashed out after, tearing through his ribcage. More screams, fervent and shrill, ringing out like music to my ears.
“YOU FOUL CREATURE!” Tharen’s furious cry split the air, seething through the clearing.
I had to dodge quick—these fellows weren’t amateurs, and a follow-up attack would only leave me wide open. Tharen’s blade was on me in a flash. My gaze darted between them, catching a glint of green as the other warrior downed a healing potion. Tch. Bloody cockroaches.
In the background, the earth mage planted himself, likely chugging a potion of his own, now hurling volleys of stone shards and jagged earth spikes to funnel me right into Tharen’s reach. But my senses were heightened well beyond the ordinary; each shard, every spike, I danced around them with ease, slipping through the tiniest gaps like water trickling through clenched fingers. Where gaps didn’t exist, I phased right through, untouchable.
Tharen lunged, his frosty blade cutting a deadly diagonal arc. I ducked low, feeling its frigid edge slice through the air just above my horns. In one swift motion, I sprung up, twisting to dodge a spike of earth that erupted exactly where I’d been a heartbeat before. The other warrior, back on his feet and charging from the right, swung high, but I wove past, gliding through their assault like smoke through a keyhole.
Seizing an opening, I struck out. My claws raked across his shoulder as I zipped by, the echo tearing into his armor, his shoulder sagging as he stumbled. The fury in his eyes flared as he steadied himself, another healing potion already in hand.
The mage barked an incantation, and a stone ring shot up around me, blocking every exit. But I wasn’t about to be boxed in. My stamina was ticking down fast—less than a minute had passed, but all this dodging had been for naught. Phasing out was an option, but I knew I needed to change tactics. I had to slip out of sight, let the forest work its magic as my cover.
I leapt skyward, wings unfurling just enough to lift me over the stone ring, then dove into a dense underbrush below. Tharen muttered something in Elven as they regrouped. I circled back, keeping low and out of the mage’s line of sight. It was the second warrior who first spotted me, jabbing a finger in my direction. Tharen charged, though the mage hesitated, unsure where to aim. Perfect.
I dodged Tharen’s furious strikes, lunging for his legs. Everywhere he aimed to block, my claws found somewhere else to strike, slipping around his defences like a whisper of death.
"Damn the coin—you’re long past due for a dirt nap, YOU FILTHY BEAST!” He surged forward again, blade iced over, aiming straight for my chest. I sidestepped, quick as a blink, letting his own blind rage do the work for me. Oh, the sweet delight of fury and folly; his first blunder, courtesy of yours truly.
With a flick of my tail, I hooked his ankle, sending him teetering. A fleeting wobble—but enough. My claws flashed across his torso, leaving a nice, neat line. His face contorted in agony, and the echo followed—a ripping reverberation enough to coax a scream and a drop of his guard as he clasped at the wound, his ice-blade flickering like a candle in the wind. I seized the opportunity, aiming low at his belt where those ridiculous potions dangled. Tharen’s eyes flared in panic as I shredded it; bottles spilled, smashed, and their precious contents mingled with the dirt. The echo slashed a deeper cut across his side, a taste of my good work.
The mage wasn’t daft, though. He flung his hand up, summoning a stony deluge to rain down. I darted, twisted mid-leap to evade the worst of it, though one shard clipped my wing, a shock of pain making me hiss. No matter—I stayed locked in. Tharen was down, so it was high time I paid the others a visit. The mage and their divinator sidekick were up first. The divinator? Hardly a worry; battle wasn’t his scene, poor sod. But letting him scarper? Not in the cards, I’m afraid. I landed low, rolled up, and dashed forward, slipping under the second warrior’s frosty swipe, straight at the mage. No Tharen to coddle him now.
Four mana charged into my fire gland, ready to torch this hapless lot. Oh, the warrior’s astonishment— Couldn’t quite fathom I could breathe fire as well, even after he’d seen it! Simpletons. I aimed for his belt, naturally; those lovely healing elixirs needed warming up. No better way to ruin their day than turning them into a simmering mess.
Another dash and I was on the mage. No shield to hide behind, just bare flesh waiting for a proper lesson. Claws clamped around his wrist, the staff dropped, and I didn’t give him the chance to squeak before I buried my teeth in his throat. The divinator’s scream came next, and as I turned, bloodied grin in place, I tore through him with a single bound.
The second warrior wailed at the sight of his friends’ demise. Before he knew it, I was upon him, momentum carrying my swipe into his torso. Flesh parted like ripe fruit, and an echo followed as his innards spilled. With a twisted smile, I added a ‘kiss,’ tearing his jaw from his face, his scream still hanging in the air.
A swift jab to his throat and silence fell, blessedly final.
Tharen, poor Tharen, seemed somewhat recovered now, frozen in horror at the grim display before him. A chuckle bubbled up in my throat, swelling into a full-bodied, gravelly laugh. Oh, the shock! The heartbreak! The absolute emptiness in his eyes.
I scooped up his mate’s corpse, took a nice bite from his ear, and spat. “Ghastly taste, that. Suits the company, wouldn’t you say, Mr. Tharen?”
His face twisted, furious at first, then fell as realisation dawned. “What? Never heard a beast speak so proper?”
I had a few things to pry out of him before his visit to my digestive tract. He wouldn’t tell me willingly, but never fear—I’ve always been rather skilled at drawing out confessions.
Comments
MangOwO
Writing daily, no matter how packed the day is, has definitely helped me improve. I'm glad to hear it's paying off! I’ve also dialed down the slang a bit and tightened up the narrative overall. Anyway, I’m glad you’re enjoying it Now, about that second point, I’ve actually been doing just that, though I wasn’t quite sure if it was a tad early to start. For Tail Whip and Crush Claw, for instance, I sketched out just one quick passage to show Jade’s choices, but yeahhhh, I did end up in a bit of a decision bloat spiral! Should’ve mulled it over more, I suppose. But with each evolution, there’s only so many skills she can pick up, which keeps things manageable. Just a wee. So, I’ll keep the spotlight on major upgrades that shape her fighting style and just mention the rest. Crafting each option from scratch with the theme in mind is no small feat tho lmao. Happy to pare down the unnecessary bits: streamlined story, fewer migraines. It’s a win-win XD
AwesumCoolNinja
I'm curious how she knows how to draw out confessions, considering she was a pretty kind person back home, though then again Lotte has eluded to Jade being an oddity even in her drakkari form.
AwesumCoolNinja
It's fun seeing how Jade acts now, it makes me wonder how she'll act when she finally gets back home way down the line, likely having become even more of a refined killer by that point. That is if she even wants to at this point, other than to maybe just visit her Dad and kill an already dead Jord. She certainly isn't going to tolerate mistreatment anymore lol, those girls will very possibly dissappear the moment they mess with her. Her dad reacting to just how much she changed and the actions she took since leaving will be fascinating as well (I'm sure he will react well to her murdering a bunch of people). But I'm getting ahead of myself, great chapter!
megahellreaper
Hey, been a while, I'm the dude that criticized the accent use back in Chapter 23, here to give some more impressions now that I've some spare time in my hands. Let's start with my former criticism. Your use of accent is now much better incorporated into the writing, feeling far more fitting and giving me no whiplash. Keep up the good work with that, it's a genuine improvement. The characters, which I praised last time, are now even better, the character's personalities coming out naturally through both the tidbits of demeanour present in the descriptions when describing their actions alongside the dialogue you write for them. A very good job indeed. Fantastic storytelling, great writing, enjoyable narrations and so on and so forth. While there are still things to improve, as there always are and are always going to be, you have found a fantastic pace for yourself and have made yourself a completely solid story so far, now all that's left is to keep it up. Now I WAS going to mention that you were likely going to find yourself in decision bloat hell, due to every upgrade in the organs and skills requiring 3 options alongside a paragraph or 2 for each about Jade's opinion on them, making them a slog to get through for every upgrade session, but you've already somewhat addressed this with the Technique. Still, not sure how many of those you intend to give Jade, so it might serve as a temporary stop-gap, so I'll give you the suggestion I originally intended anyways, by which I mean, I'll suggest an author who already circumvented exactly this issue. Acaswell, both here and on royalroad if you actually want to read their work, is writing "A budding Scientist", where, like you, every time the protag reaches a multiple of 5 in a job level, they get multiple options for skills. Their solution? First, limit the number of jobs to 5(mostly) so that these upgrades don't happen too much and are easier to track. That one isn't really relevant to you, nor am I suggesting it. Second, and this one is the relevant one, instead of giving us EVERY option every single time, they either just tell us the one option the character takes, completely raw, or give a short paragraph as to what the protag's impressions are, so, short description followed by "why not", y'know? Mind you, I do think this is still too early to do, giving us an idea as to what the options are usually is good so we can somewhat know the format of what these upgrades will entail even without outright stating them, through pure experience. Also, if(big if) and when you start putting this suggestion into action, having Jade go through the options for major upgrades and decisions would still work. Also, please never do this for evolutions, that'd just make me sad.
Shelbo
Hopefully she’ll drag him somewhere else since she knows that the other group of elves are near by. Plus she has the air sense and since Cartel’s team doesn’t have the diviner they won’t be able to hid from it
Amelgar
oh no... be careful of what you say Jade! peeping toms are about!
Shelbo
Wicked sick, a damn good fight
