GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?



The dragon gained on him like a terrifying beast of calamity immune to death and made for destruction. Its head was pointed forward as it beat its wings to push it to greater speed. A terrible hurricane followed in its wake. The hurricane carried debris of soil and trees and threw them at a great distance away. The forest experienced disruption and chaos wherever the dragon passed. Imagine the disruption and chaos it can cause to its target.

It had a leer on its face. Its lips parted in a grin that showed terrifying teeth. What matters is that part of its lips was lifted to show its teeth in a mocking gesture. It could also be a sneer. Either way, it is mocking Soverick. It mocked Soverick at the beginning of their fight. Soverick's pride took a hit that time. But Soverick felt challenged this time. He felt challenged to bring his best and he felt indignant so he is going to bring his best.

The dragon knows its situation. It knows that it has been tailor-made to be near impossible to kill. If it were Soverick in its shoes then he will be confident too. As it is right now, he might not be as powerful or as durable as the dragon, but he can be the tool that breaks the fabric of the tapestry of the dragon. If he can't win, then he will break the rules and destroy the game. He will overturn the board and render the pieces irrelevant.

He took a step forward and his body split into two. Two of him appeared side by side. Both of him seem like phantoms. They are translucent like a phantom but he is no ordinary phantom. He is the wraith of death. The wraith of death that dances with the wind. He took another step with much difficulty and the two wraiths divided again to become four. His next steps became slower and more difficult but each one saw him divided again and again. 

He was only able to take 7 steps before he had to stop. He managed to create 128 wraiths. The wraiths are faint now. They are almost invisible. Only an outline of them can be seen. They are like leaves waving in the wind. It seems like they can be easily blown away. He has reached his limit. Any further and he will disappear forever. Even his immortal soul will not save him. He will become lost in the matrix of the universe forever. He knows the danger. So he didn't push himself further. This is enough anyways.

The wraiths suddenly snapped together and fused into one blurry entity. That entity disappeared as soon as it formed and appeared behind the dragon. Soverick reformed behind the dragon and continued shooting forward even after deactivating his move. He has become unconscious and unresponsive. He can't stop himself from hitting the ground this time.

The only sign of his work is a black tear in space that started from the location where the wraith disappeared and where Soverick appeared. It is more of a rip in space spanning the straight line between these two points. That rip also passed through the dragon. 

The dragon did not split in half. What happened to it is much worse. Its form broke apart silently and it scattered into the wind like dust. The tear in the world healed but the dragon can not heal because there is nothing to heal. You can not come back from being forcefully turned to dust unless you're an Origin god. Even then, you will still die.

Arena 28 became strangely quiet. The fight ended abruptly and there was no one cheering. It is not because people are stunned by the fight and are too shocked to make a sound. It is because there is no one watching. Everyone has gone into hiding. Even the monsters are cowering in a little corner so that trees and rocks won't hit them just because they were out in the open.

Some wind blades cut through trees and some people. A hurricane was throwing huge dangerous stuff around earlier. Rocks fell from the sky on top of some people. Nowhere was safe. Only those that hid in the ground somewhere had a modicum of safety. The ones that were underneath the hurricane were not safe from it though. They were pulled from the ground and thrown around like a ragdoll.

The arena became a death zone where anyone can just die for being in the wrong place at the right time. The ground was shaking and trees were felled. Roars and shouts filled the air. The sounds of battle were intense. Then it suddenly disappeared. Nothing happened for several minutes after that. The silence was only broken by the occasional sounds of boulders hitting the ground after they lost the gravitational field that made them levitate.

People started to emerge when the sounds of battle died down. That means they only started coming out when the hurricane stopped rampaging everywhere even after the dragon's death. The competitors of the arena emerged to find the world scarred and demolished. 

The earth has been disfigured as if someone took scoops out of it. Trees have been uprooted and scattered about. There are large boulders that are breaking apart everywhere. These boulders broke apart to reveal the sand and tree parts within them. Apparently, they were formed unnaturally. Someone must have clumped soil, rocks, and trees together and forced them to become boulders. The forest is a lot of missing soil and some uprooted trees.

Then there's the forest fire. The flame is a deep shade of red radiating a lot of heat that is felt at a distance. The forest fire is expanding quickly and will soon turn this entire arena uninhabitable. The source of the fire can be guessed. So, no one is particularly surprised by it. No one is surprised that a single attack of dragon fire is enough to consume the entire Arena and that this much damage occurred even when the fight did not last a minute.

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