Chapter 6: No title

The mother and daughter vanished into the distance, their frantic figures disappearing from Drix's sight. He lingered for a moment, his gaze shifting to the chaos ahead. Dragons rampaged through the streets, their roars echoing across the broken city. Fires burned in every direction, painting the sky a fiery orange. Drix's violet eyes narrowed behind his dark visor, his expression unreadable.

With a single step forward, his body dissolved into shadow. He vanished, leaving behind only a faint ripple in the air.

In the next instant, he reappeared on the blood-soaked battlefield, standing between a wounded soldier and a massive dragon. The soldier lay trembling, blood pooling beneath him, his breaths ragged as he tried to crawl away from the creature in front of him. The dragon, a hulking beast with scales the color of molten iron, growled low as its glowing yellow eyes fixed on Drix. But the creature hesitated, its instincts warning it of the figure before it.

The air around him darkened as shadows began to gather in his hand, swirling like living smoke. They condensed and hardened, forming into a sleek black dagger that pulsed with dark energy.

Drix tilted his head slightly, his voice calm and cold. "You raise your head quite high."

The dragon snarled, but before it could react, Drix moved.

A flash of black light—and the dragon's massive head fell from its body. Its severed form collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash, the sound echoing through the streets. The soldier, still lying on the ground, blinked in disbelief. He hadn't even seen Drix move, nor could he comprehend what had just happened. One moment, the dragon had been there, alive and terrifying, and the next, it was dead.

The soldier's gaze darted to the dark armored figure standing silently in front of him. Drix's violet eyes glowed faintly behind his visor as he turned his head slightly to glance at the soldier. The man flinched, his body trembling as he tried to crawl backward, but his strength failed him.

Drix took a step forward, his shadow-wreathed armor radiating a cold, oppressive presence. The soldier's heart raced as he watched him approach, his mind racing with fear and confusion. Was this figure going to kill him too?

But instead of attacking, Drix raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. The soldier froze as the energy wrapped around him, seeping into his wounds. Pain gave way to warmth as his injuries healed before his eyes. The blood that had been pouring from his body slowed, then stopped entirely. Strength returned to his limbs.

(Author/: sunjinwoo doesn't have a direct healing skill but he does have an abilty healing by rewinding time.)

The soldier stared in shock, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to speak. Before he could find the words, Drix turned away without a word. His armor gleamed in the firelight as he leaped effortlessly onto a nearby building. He landed lightly on the rooftop and began to move again, his figure a blur as he darted from building to building, heading toward the remaining dragons still wreaking havoc in the city.

Below, the soldier sat in stunned silence, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. He would never forget the image of the dark armored figure—silent, deadly, and powerful—nor the life he had been spared.

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Drix left the soldier behind, leaping onto a nearby building. He perched briefly on the edge, his sharp gaze fixed on the two dragons below. They tore through the streets, their claws shredding asphalt and their massive tails sending vehicles flying. His shadow rippled around him as if sensing his growing annoyance.

Without hesitation, Drix jumped, his form disappearing into a pool of shadows before hitting the ground. A moment later, he reappeared on the street, standing directly between the rampaging dragons.

The shadows beneath his feet surged outward, crawling like dark tendrils across the ground. In an instant, they wrapped tightly around both dragons, pinning their limbs and wings. The beasts roared, struggling to break free, but the shadows only tightened, dragging them closer to the ground.

Drix approached the first dragon, the shadowy blade forming seamlessly in his hand. The creature snapped its jaws at him in defiance, but Drix moved with a speed that rendered it helpless. With a single upward slash, the blade cut cleanly through its neck. The dragon's head toppled to the ground, and its body went limp, the shadows releasing it.

Turning toward the second dragon, Drix's armor shifted faintly as he strode forward, his presence alone enough to paralyze the creature in fear. Shadows coiled around its form, and it froze completely, unable to move as Drix reached it. He raised his blade again, and with an effortless swing, the dragon was cleaved apart, its body collapsing in pieces.

As the lifeless remains of the second dragon sank into his shadows, Drix tilted his head upward. The final dragon circled above, its massive wings stirring the air. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, his gaze narrowing as he summoned a dagger of shadow into his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the weapon skyward. The dagger moved so quickly that it broke the sound barrier, a sharp crack echoing through the air. The dragon above faltered mid-flight as the blade pierced through its chest, directly into its heart. It let out a final, strangled cry before plummeting toward the earth.

Drix noticed its trajectory, his eyes narrowing further. The dragon was falling directly toward a mall not far from his position—a place his sisters frequented. Extending his hand, he summoned massive spikes of shadow from the ground. The jagged tendrils rose swiftly, intercepting the dragon mid-fall. They pierced through its body with precise force, halting its descent entirely and suspending it high above the ground.

Drix lowered his hand, the shadows calming as the lifeless dragon remained impaled on the spikes. He stood silently for a moment, his armor blending into the darkened streets as the chaos around him began to subside.

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Robert Velasco

The air was thick with smoke and dust, and the streets were filled with the echoes of chaos as dragons rampaged through the city. Buildings crumbled, cars exploded, and the air was filled with the shrieks of terrified civilians. Amidst the destruction, a lone reporter, his hands shaking, positioned his camera towards the unfolding catastrophe.

"This is Robert Velasco, live on the scene," the reporter's voice trembled through the microphone. "What we're seeing is... is beyond belief. A dark figure... is this the end? Or the beginning of something even worse?"

(Author/: another reporter from different media)

The camera zoomed in on a figure moving through the shadows. His presence was enough to make the air grow cold, and the swirling chaos seemed to part around him. Drix, cloaked in black armor, moved like a shadow incarnate.

Without a sound, Drix's cold, violet eyes surveyed the battlefield. Two dragons were wreaking havoc just ahead, thrashing their tails, their claws raking through the buildings. People scattered in all directions, desperate to escape the flames and destruction.

The reporter's voice quivered as he spoke into the microphone, "I... I can't believe it. This man—no—this thing, what is he doing?"

Drix's movements were eerily calm as he stepped forward. The air around him darkened, and the shadows beneath his feet began to twist and ripple. Slowly, his hand rose, and the shadows condensed, swirling like a living mass around his palm.

The shadows hardened, shaping into a sleek black dagger, pulsing with dark energy.

The first dragon, a massive beast that towered over the streets, lunged toward Drix with a guttural roar. But in an instant, Drix's dagger flashed through the air. The dragon's head was severed cleanly, its body collapsing in a heap, consumed by the swirling shadows.

Before the reporter could even process the speed at which the dragon fell, Drix was already in motion again. The second dragon, a smaller but still formidable beast, roared in defiance as it tried to escape, but it was no match for the dark figure before it. Drix moved with the speed of a phantom, his dagger slicing through the beast's neck. The dragon's head, too, rolled to the ground, consumed by shadows before it could hit the earth.

As the ground trembled beneath him, the sound of flapping wings filled the air. A third, far larger dragon took to the skies, its eyes burning with rage. Its scales shimmered as it looked down upon Drix, clearly sensing the threat he posed.

Drix remained motionless, staring upward. He did not flinch.

The reporter, his voice cracking with both fear and awe, gasped, "He's going after that one... can he defeat it too?"

Drix stood still for a long moment, calculating. His hand slowly raised once more. The dagger in his grip shifted, and a wave of darkness erupted from his palm. Without warning, he hurled the dagger toward the dragon.

The blade cut through the air, faster than sound, a blur of shadow. The camera caught only a flicker of movement before the dragon let out a strangled cry, its chest pierced by the shadowy dagger.

In an instant, the massive beast began to plummet. The reporter's camera struggled to follow the rapid descent of the creature as it fell from the sky.

Without hesitation, Drix raised his hand again. From the shadows beneath him, dark tendrils shot upward, forming into sharp, root-like spikes that impaled the dragon mid-air. The beast was suspended in place, its body writhing as the shadowy spikes held it firmly in place.

With the final dragon frozen in the air, its fate sealed, the battlefield grew eerily quiet. Drix stood alone, his dark form a stark contrast against the fiery backdrop of the city. His eyes narrowed, as if calculating the next move, but for now, there was nothing more to do.

The reporter's camera remained trained on the scene, capturing the shadows that still lingered in the air. For a moment, nothing moved except the slowly dissipating smoke and the last flickers of flames from the wreckage.

The screen flickered, and the live broadcast continued, showing the frozen dragon still suspended by the black tendrils, now completely motionless.

The camera feed went silent, and the reporter was left without words, his microphone still hanging limply in his hand.

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End of the Chapter