Nameless King



Sven spent all his energy to create one single thing - an unusual weapon in the shape of a huge needle that floated above his palm.

"What is that...?" Birit muttered as he grew alert, and the flames on his armor intensified.

"Let's just say... It's my real weapon, something I haven't used in years and didn't think I could use before the war, but I'm glad you turned out so much stronger than I thought." Sven muttered quietly before clutching the needle firmly to the underside.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

At the same moment, a massive stream of white energy burst from Sven's body that made his mantle and hair flutter.

"Get ready. This is the best I can do without using my Form, so I suggest you enjoy your last moments of life." Sven said coldly as he stepped forward.

Sven's silhouette blurred and the next moment, a white flash appeared to the left of Birit. Birit's pupils narrowed as he swung his paw sharply at Sven, but it was too late, however, Birit hadn't even realized what had happened yet.

Crackle.

A long white needle pierced Birit's left hind paw, leaving a wide hole where his knee had been, which immediately began to fill with thick blood.

"ARGHHHHHHH!!!!" Birit's painful roar echoed for miles around, shaking with its power spaces that were very far away, even despite the open space.

"Motherfucker! What the hell was that!!!" Birit exclaimed furiously as streams of purple flame covered his entire body.

Sven let out a light sigh and jumped aside, finding himself hundreds of feet away from Birit. He looked at his needle, dark blood dripping from its tip, and frowned.

"Well, it looks like even I can lose my skills if I don't do something for a long time." Sven muttered while shaking his head, "The needle shouldn't have been covered in blood, it should only be on the tip... Agh, I should be more accurate the next time I attack."

Birit grew wary while fear slowly consumed his heart. Before, Sven had struggled to destroy his scales and that was part of Birit's plan.

'Looks like he's not kidding... Well, if I want to survive, I need to use everything I've got!' Birit inwardly exclaimed as all his flames headed upward.

Massive streams of fire flowed into one point, turning into a huge sphere that was like a real star in its size and brightness.

"Damn... So this will be your last attack, right?" Sven muttered with a slightly surprised expression.

Birit didn't answer anything, but Sven saw everything in his opponent's confident gaze. Birit, even after the transformation there was no way he could keep track of Sven's movements, so he had to finish the fight as quickly as possible.

'If I kept trying to beat him, he'd just pierce all my limbs! Fuck! What a strange weapon that is! I've fought thousands of opponents, but I've never seen anything like it!' Birit inwardly complained as he began to wave his wings.

Each flap of his wings provoked a powerful stream of wind, which, in a small level area, would have turned into a real tornado.

Sven glanced back and seeing that Osvald and Marlis were protected by the barrier he smiled slightly.

'Fine, now that it has come to this, I can worry about nothing. Birit is actually a strong opponent...' Sven said to himself, then his aura intensified, and he gripped the needle tightly.

Wain hovered around and stared in amazement at the huge orb and at Sven's weapon.

'Well, well, when that sphere explodes the power of the blast will be enough to damage the outer barriers of the nearby zones, it's an amazing power, but... compared to his gaze it's nothing...' Wain muttered looking at Sven's eyes.

Wain clearly saw that Sven was absolutely not worried about the outcome of their battle, after all, he wasn't even using his Form, so what he was doing now was enjoying the process.

'It's even a little ironic... Dragons who think they are supreme beings, Dragons who believe their energy is the most powerful... One of them is about to lose to an opponent who is just having fun.' Wain grinned wickedly, "Though I won't hide it, I enjoy it too."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The orb began to shake, and Birit's eyes glowed brightly, then the orb collapsed on Sven, heading toward him at tremendous speed.

Sven stared at the orb for a moment, which cast a beam of purple light on him before stepping forward.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

With each step Sven took around, white ripples emanated from his feet as if he was walking on water, making it shiver.

"It was a good fight, I felt my blood and even called upon my real weapons... Though you are only another of my victims, you will be the first to die at the hands of the new me." Sven muttered with a sincere smile on his face, and his silhouette blurred.

Whooooooooooooooooosh.

Sven swept through the huge sphere in a white flash, holding the needle in front of him like a spear. Despite the immense heat, Sven was not damaged in any way and simply split the sphere in two, splitting everything in its path.

Hundreds of purple flames flew past him, while Sven's needle slowly plunged into Birit's chest, releasing streams of dark blood.

A few drops ended up on Sven's face as he blinked, and then, he was behind Birit, whose chest now had a wide hole in it.

"No way... How is that possible..." Birit muttered in disbelief, touching his chest.

"I could be wrong, but you're probably looking for this, aren't you?" Sven said coldly, lifting up a needle at the tip of which was a massive heart larger than himself.

Birit turned around with an almost blank stare already and whispered, "You're a real monster... but not outwardly... but inwardly... You shouldn't exist..."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Sven smirked as he narrowed his eyes, acquiring his famous sly smile. Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net