Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate

After enveloping the mountain peak in a blanket of darkness, Rebecca extended her shroud to cover the entire dragon clan's territory. Every cave, every cliffside, and every mountaintop was consumed by the creeping, oppressive veil. The vast region was now completely sealed off—no soul could enter, and none could escape.

With the boundary firmly established, Rebecca made her move.

At that exact moment, far away, Leviathan stiffened. Her toads—scattered across the perimeter of the dragon lands and linked to her telepathically—relayed the change.

"She's made her move. The entire dragon territory is covered completely by a wall of darkness. No one can get in—or out," Leviathan announced gravely as she turned toward Drakonix.

Drakonix, who had remained still and silent until now, sprang to his feet, the weight of her words crashing into his chest like a hammer. Without hesitation, he stormed out of the lair, transforming mid-leap into his magnificent draconic form, wings slicing through the air as he took off toward the mountain range.

He knew Rebecca's vengeance was not without cause—he had known it from the start. That was why he hadn't interfered when she eradicated other clans. But this… this was different. This time, it was his people. Even if he had parted ways with his father and left the clan under bitter circumstances, he was still a dragon. The thought of his entire race being exterminated was something he could not ignore.

Leviathan watched silently as he vanished into the sky, soaring at top speed toward the looming darkness in the distance. She didn't follow. In her heart, she believed that if Drakonix couldn't stop Rebecca… no one could.

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Inside the dragon territory, Rebecca flew calmly through the air, as if she were taking a casual tour of a scenic valley rather than stalking through a kill zone. Her pace was slow and deliberate, her aura unfazed.

But her peace was quickly interrupted.

A massive dragon, stationed as a watchguard, noticed her presence. His golden scales glistened under the light filtering faintly through the darkness, and his massive claws dug into the stone below as he stood, wings stretching outward in a display of dominance.

"How dare you infiltrate dragon territory?!" he growled, his voice deep and commanding, laced with the arrogance common to his kind. Twin gusts of hot breath erupted from his flaring nostrils as he postured threateningly.

Rebecca didn't even glance at him. She continued floating forward, silent and indifferent, as though he were a mere gust of wind.

"I asked you a question!" the dragon snarled, his temper rising at the sheer disrespect.

Still, she didn't acknowledge him.

The dragon bared his teeth in fury. "You dare!"

With a thunderous roar, he unleashed a blast of fire breath toward Rebecca, the attack lighting up the sky with brilliant heat.

Rebecca finally looked toward him—but not in alarm, not even with interest. Just the faintest glance of indifference.

A small black dot appeared in front of her. It pulsed ominously, like a miniature void. The dragon's flames were devoured instantly, sucked into the dot as if they had never existed.

The dragon's eyes widened.

"Hmph. So that's where your confidence comes from," Rebecca finally said coldly. "But it won't save you."

Still unaware of the magnitude of his mistake, the dragon roared again, this time invoking his species' feared ability—the Dragon's Tongue.

"STOP!"

The command echoed with arcane force, meant to paralyze the minds of lesser beings.

Rebecca didn't even pause.

The dragon flinched. His eyes narrowed. "Why... why didn't it work?"

No longer willing to tolerate her, the dragon lunged forward, jaws wide, aiming to crush her in one decisive bite.

He never got the chance.

Two hands—formed entirely of writhing shadow—sprouted from the darkness behind her. They gripped his upper and lower jaws with terrifying strength, halting his movement mid-bite.

Only then did Rebecca look him in the eye.

For the first time, the dragon felt it: fear. Pure, soul-wracking terror. Her gaze pierced through him like a divine blade. It was worse than facing the Dragon King. Her eyes carried the presence of something far beyond mortal comprehension.

His body screamed to flee—but he couldn't move.

Rebecca's gaze slid away, uninterested. That alone gave the dragon a sliver of hope—until the hands began pulling.

The dark arms moved in opposite directions, slowly at first… then with brutal force. His jaw was ripped apart, and then the rest of him followed. The dragon was torn in half mid-air, the sky drenched with blood and shredded scales.

As his lifeless halves dropped, a ball of darkness spiraled into his torn remains, binding the two halves together and fusing them into a puppet, encased in shadow, its eyes empty, its soul enslaved.

The dragon puppet gave a guttural roar and, without hesitation, turned and flew toward another unsuspecting dragon in the distance, initiating a battle.

That thunderous impact shook the territory.

In response, dozens of dragons stirred from their lairs, alert and ready.

Seeing one of their own suddenly attacking another—with corrupted eyes and movements not his own—threw them into confusion.

"What's going on?!"

"Is that… Azhram?!"

"Why is he attacking—?!"

Before they could make sense of the situation, Rebecca made her next move.

Dozens of dragons, each commanding mastery over elemental breath, rose into the sky. Fire, water, lightning, compressed air, and even beams of divine light cascaded toward her in unison. It was a coordinated strike—a full assault.

Rebecca didn't flinch.

Several black dots emerged around her again, forming a ring of miniature voids. Each attack was absorbed, reduced to nothingness before it could graze her.

And then she struck back.

Small spheres of darkness—no larger than a football, but radiating deadly energy—materialized around her. She lifted a finger. The orbs launched with terrifying speed, faster than the dragons could track.

Each orb struck its target precisely—piercing skulls, extinguishing lives instantly. Within moments, the balls melted into the corpses, spreading like ink through water, overtaking the flesh and bones and reanimating them into puppets of darkness.

Now the corrupted dragons turned on their former kin.

The sky was filled with roaring chaos as dragon fought dragon—loyalist versus puppet. But the odds were already stacked.

The puppet dragons, empowered by Rebecca's concept of darkness, fought with unnatural ferocity. Their attacks were stronger, their movements faster, and they didn't hesitate.

Rebecca folded her arms and watched as the battlefield descended into carnage. There was no need for her to interfere. The outcome was already clear.

Her army was winning.

Suddenly, her attention snapped toward the edge of the territory.

Something—or someone—was attacking the outer wall of darkness, trying to breach it.