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Blue dragon

You cannot withstand the storm, for I am the storm. This is the tale of a blue dragon causing upheaval in another world.

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Electrified State

Behind Yongrong and his dragon allies, the lake loomed, dark and icy, while ahead, a famished wolf pack encircled them on the narrow shore. Yet, in the face of this peril, the young dragons held their ground, undaunted.

The alpha of the giant wolves led the charge, its pack energized by a communal frenzy spell. Their blood surged as they leapt into action, fangs glinting under the moonlight, reminiscent of armored warriors in fierce battle. Despite the imposing scene, Yongrong, bolstered by Aisaria and Posa, stood resolute. He focused intently on the foes ahead, confident in his comrades' support.

This encounter was an uneven slaughter. The wolves, lured by the scent of dragons, had rushed in, hoping to feast on the young dragons as an easy meal. Instead, they met a devastating counterassault. Each dragon, especially Yongrong, exhibited extraordinary power, ripping through the wolves without a hint of mercy.

Yongrong, with unmatched speed, quickly dispatched the giant wolves. His brutal efficiency reflected the urgency of their struggle for survival. The noise and chaos of battle might attract other, more formidable predators from the depths of the dark forest – perhaps the Silver-Winged Griffons or unknown local clans.

Posa, although less imposing in size compared to the "Twin Kings," Yongrong and another dragon, displayed superior combat prowess. His movements were a lethal dance of precision and power, making him a formidable adversary in the bloody fray.

Aisaria, though in her youth, exhaled a poisonous mist. While her venom was not yet lethal, it was potent enough to debilitate the wolves, causing some to collapse helplessly.

Kazan and Oser, meanwhile, wreaked havoc on another front. Unrestrained, they unleashed their raw power – Kazan with his engulfing flames, and Oser, using his colossal size and strength, inflicted grievous wounds with each attack.

The battle's tide turned when the white wolf pack leader charged, targeting Kazan and Oser, who fought independently. Oser, nicknamed "Mountain" for his immense size and presumed invulnerability, was caught off guard. The leader's ferocity sent him tumbling backward, crashing onto jagged rocks that pierced him like daggers.

The pack leader's unexpected display of strength shifted the momentum. Rallying to its roar, the wolves surged anew, focusing their savage assault on Oser. Their cohesion and execution in this moment starkly contrasted the dragons' individualistic tactics.

Yongrong, realizing the peril, sprang into action. His body underwent a dramatic transformation as he entered an "Electrified State," a unique synthesis of elemental magic and battle skill that supercharged his physique. In this state, his heart pounded fiercely, his blood rushing like a torrent, every cell vibrating with unbridled energy.

Surrounded by a halo of dazzling electric arcs, Yongrong, with a mere flap of his wings, disappeared and reappeared beside Oser in a blink. His arrival caused momentary disarray among the wolves, but the pack leader, undeterred, refocused its attack on Yongrong.

In his electrified form, Yongrong unleashed a storm of lightning. The night sky lit up with his ferocious display, the wolves unable to withstand the onslaught of high-voltage energy. The air around them crackled with electricity, and the smell of scorched fur permeated the battlefield.

With the wolves incapacitated, only the pack leader remained, its breath heavy and labored. Yongrong, lightning still flickering in his eyes, faced the leader head-on. The leader, faster than its subordinates, snapped its jaws at Yongrong, who, undeterred, caught its fangs and twisted it to the ground, demonstrating his overwhelming strength.

As the leader struggled, Yongrong's dominance was unquestionable. He raised his foot and brought it down with crushing force, shattering the skull of the giant wolf. This decisive blow marked the end of a brutal, yet pivotal clash in the dark, cold night by the lake.