Draconic Demon Emperor

Nobis endured ongoing assaults on his soul, a far graver affliction than harm to his physical form, as soul wounds proved challenging to heal. With each injury, his essence dripped into Dobroslav's realm, prompting black and green leaf flowers to bloom around the lake.

"Ahh! I can feel the power! Give me more!" laughed Dobroslav.

Simultaneously, Cysio bellowed, "You're done! Moo!"

"Hahahaha," Dobroslav laughed maniacally.

As the relentless assault bore down on him, Nobis found himself descending unconsciously, drawn lower and lower towards the surface of the dark, ominous lake. The waves of pressure and magical onslaught forced him into an involuntary descent, his control over flight slipping away.

As he approached the water's edge, Dobroslav, seizing the opportune moment, made a gripping hand gesture. At that precise instant, the tranquil surface of the lake transformed into an agent of malevolence. The waters responded to Dobroslav's command, surging with an unnatural force that reached up to ensnare Nobis.

In a chilling display of control, the liquid tendrils wrapped themselves around Nobis, pulling him beneath the surface with a force that left no room for escape. The descent was swift and unyielding, and soon, the once defiant sorcerer was swallowed by the murky depths.

The battleground fell into an eerie silence, disturbed only by the subtle ripples on the lake's surface. Dobroslav, a sinister satisfaction in his eyes, broke the quietude with a triumphant declaration, "It's done!" The air hung heavy with the weight of the accomplished feat, leaving an ominous atmosphere lingering over the now still waters.

In the outside world, a vortex of black, red, and green energy erupted around Dobroslav, who had been meditating cross-legged since absorbing Nobis.

Pajojo and Xia stared at him in astonishment. "Rank...40?!" both exclaimed.

Behind Dobroslav, his soul manifested, and a shadow demon proudly stood with a sword and shield in hand, an axe behind its back.

As Dobroslav rose, his eyes brimming with dark energy, he charged his power. The very earth trembled under the pressure of his escalating might, black thunders shooting from his body. With each passing second, his muscles bulged, a manifestation of the surging power within him.

The black demon, mirroring Dobroslav's every movement, gradually drew nearer until they seamlessly merged into a singular entity. An ethereal dance unfolded as shadows intertwined, converging into a unified being that embodied the essence of both Dobroslav and the shadow demon.

An explosive eruption of dark radiance engulfed the surroundings, casting an impenetrable shroud that blinded the onlookers, Pajojo and Xia. Amidst the dazzling chaos of shadow and obscurity, the transformation unfolded, veiled in a mystic spectacle.

As the luminous aftershock gradually faded, Pajojo and Xia's vision slowly returned to them. In the aftermath stood Dobroslav, adorned in a formidable black armour that seamlessly adhered to his form. A colossal sword, its hilt intricately fashioned in the semblance of a dragon, rested resolutely on his back.

"Draconic Demon Emperor!" proudly exclaimed Dobroslav, christening the awe-inspiring manifestation of his newfound strength.

In that pivotal moment, Pajojo and Xia's reactions diverged. Xia, overcome with pride for her young master, marvelled at the potent transformation. However, Pajojo, in stark contrast, was gripped by a profound terror that seized his very core. "The Draconic Demon Emperor who nearly plunged the world into oblivion thousands of years ago?" he uttered in horrified disbelief. The weight of history and the implications of Dobroslav's unleashed power echoed through the air, leaving an indelible mark on the minds of the witnesses.

"The world shall tremble again! Hahahaha," laughed Dobroslav, his voice resonating with a newfound depth, echoing the majestic roar of a dragon. The very essence of his laughter seemed to carry the weight of ancient power, heralding a resurgence that promised to ripple across the realms and stir the forces that lay dormant for millennia.