The Storm King

Chapter 603: Wild Pride

Leon woke from his dream slowly. He was calm; he may not have spoken to Artorias himself, but even exchanging words with his father in a dream had soothed his soul more than he ever would’ve thought. He momentarily thought about Jormun and panicked, thinking the pirate was still out there somewhere, but before he could even sit up off the cool stone he was laying on, he remembered everything that happened during the battle.

It was a lot to take in; he wasn’t exactly conscious during that battle, but he wasn’t unconscious, either. Rather, it was more like he couldn’t remember himself while he was in that state and was operating almost entirely upon animalistic instinct.

But he remembered killing the Great Horned Serpent that Jormun had transformed into, so he relaxed and decided to take just a few more minutes to relax his mind before he opened his eyes. There would be much to do when he did; he remembered his sword falling into the sea, and he’d have to figure out a way to retrieve it. There was also the issue of the state of the fleet, and that of his retinue.

Most of all, he thought of Maia and Elise. The faces of his two lovers flashing through his mind, and that of Valeria, was what finally prompted him to open his eyes.

The entirety of his vision was a deep grey, and he reeled in confusion for a moment, until his mind kicked into gear and he realized he was staring up at the sky of his soul realm. All of that grey was the Mists of Chaos, thick and billowing at the edges of his soul realm…

That made him an eighth-tier mage by a wide margin.

He lay there, stunned at what he could sense. He could store so much more power within himself, and it meant he’d likely live at least up to half a millennium if he chose to stop ascending in magical tier. Having that much more power was… difficult for him to immediately wrap his head around. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t seem he was going to get time enough to do that, as after a minute or two of him staring up at the sky of his soul realm, a figure entered his vision, standing imperiously over him, his red-orange eyes blazing in his skull like hot coals.

This was his soul realm, so that made this man an invader; Leon, the memory of Nestor’s invasion, and that of the Primal God, fresh in his mind, sprang to his feet and instinctively summoned his power.

Only when he heard the familiar authoritative tones of the Thunderbird in her human form shout, “Wait, Leon!” did he take a moment and look around. Even then, lightning still danced across his body; he wasn’t going to relax entirely with an unknown figure in his soul realm just yet, even with the Thunderbird shouting for him to stop.

Leon took a few steps back. He’d been lying down on his throne platform in the center of his Mind Palace. The figure now stood between him and his simple black throne. Between him and waking up in his physical body.

And it didn’t look like he’d be able to get past this man easily, either. The unfamiliar man stood at least seven feet tall, if not more, easily head-and-shoulders above Leon. His figure was so heavily muscled that Leon estimated he would’ve been probably double Leon’s weight at least if they’d been in the physical world, with arms filled with corded muscle, chest and core rippling with strength, and legs like ancient tree trunks.

Most of that muscle was put on display, for the man wore tight leather shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, over which hung a long loincloth of brown animal hide trimmed in white fur that almost reached his calves. His feet were clad in thin leather sandals that covered less than they didn’t, though they wrapped quite tightly around his ankles. Covering some of his torso was a sleeveless vest that looked like two strips of bear fur sewn together, open at the sides so that it covered only his front and back, while his midsection beneath was wrapped in what looked like cloth strips.

The man looked almost like a stereotypical barbarian, and the rest of his appearance matched; long, thick, black hair, wild and tangled, only lightly tamed by tying into a perilously loose braid which reached his lower back. Thick black eyebrows that greatly enhanced the severity of his threatening gaze. He had a wide jaw and long chin, though both were devoid of hair and slightly angled, skewing his looks more pretty than rugged. His nose was long and proud, while his fairly thick lips were curled into a deep scowl of judgment as he coldly regarded Leon’s threatening posture.

All of these details faded into the background as Leon took in more about him, though. The man was dark-skinned, with skin darker even than the Thunderbird’s bronze hue, which made the more inhuman aspects of his appearance take a moment for Leon to notice—in long vertical strips along his bare arms and legs and surrounding his eyes so completely that they stretched all the way into his temples, were glittering scales darker even than Xaphan’s obsidian skin. Most of all, though, were his red-orange eyes, glowing brightly enough that they almost seemed like magical lanterns unto themselves.

“What is this?” Leon demanded, though he already had enough of an idea who this was after taking in his appearance that his tone wasn’t nearly as commanding as he tried to make it. In fact, his hands began to shake, though from both fear and anger.

The man answered, speaking in a rumbling voice that seemed enough on its own to put Leon’s soul realm in danger of shaking apart, while his unblinking eyes stared at Leon with blatant hostility, “You know who I am, bastard. You cannot mistake me for anything but what I am: the greatest of all beings birthed from the universe; the mightiest of all those that live in the light of the sun and even those who do not; I am the Great Calamity; the Living Night; the Black-Winged Terror. I am the eldest of my brothers, the First and Highest of all Divine Beasts. I am the progenitor of my Clan, the most feared in all the universe, whose wrath shakes the Nexus, and whose power outmatches all who dare to oppose them.

“I am the Great Black Dragon.”

The man spoke with immense pride, though he didn’t emote that much. His overt hostility softened slightly by the end of his overlong introduction, and Leon could see that he was one who greatly valued his titles and honors.

But he found it kind of ridiculous, and the only thing that kept him from bursting out into laughter at the pomposity of it all was the man’s radiant aura—to Leon’s magic senses, it was like the sun itself had found its way into his soul realm and now stood in front of him, listing off its various accolades.

Still, some of his attitude showed, and the man’s hostility returned, but Leon’s fear was gone by then. The Great Black Dragon was one of the most powerful beings in existence, but that introduction, and the way the dragon himself now stood in Leon’s Mind Palace like he owned the place, really irritated Leon like few things ever had.

But it was damned difficult to hold back, and only grew harder the longer this man stood in unwelcome territory.

Before he responded, he cast a brief look at the Thunderbird, standing nearby, an unfamiliar look of mild apprehension on her face. As they made eye-contact, though, he saw her subtly smile and nod, then take a quick step back.

And like that, Leon understood what was going on.

He turned back to the Great Black Dragon, still towering over him, aura still resplendent, body still coiled and primed for violence in what now seemed to Leon less like the act of a powerful man who was in control and had the resulting confidence, and more like a salamander posturing before an anaconda, trying to make itself seem bigger and more threatening than it was.

He straightened himself up to his full height, let his aura spill out of his body unhindered, and locked his golden eyes upon those of the Great Black Dragon.

“I am Leon Raime, and you stand in my Mind Palace,” he said, and he said no more. This was enough. He had no need for titles and to precede himself with flowery words. He’d gone for years without his true name, and now, no matter what might come in the future, no matter how far he might get, his name would always be more than sufficient for him.

He didn’t back down as the Great Black Dragon stepped closer, enflaming Leon’s anger. He’d never given this man permission to enter his domain, yet here he still was. This was Leon’s place, his home, his lair, the center of all of his power, and here, he would not be cowed by anyone. He stood firm against the dragon, somehow ignoring completely all the weight of the dragon’s aura settling in around his shoulders.

After a long, tense moment, the Great Black Dragon stepped back with a contemptuous look. “Youth,” he growled, “always impetuous. And none more so than those born outside the proper rites.”

“Rites or no,” the Thunderbird countered, “blood is blood, and power is power. This boy is your descendant, by blood and right!”

The Great Black Dragon turned to coldly regard the Thunderbird, before his gaze momentarily softened. “Such naivety was always your—”

Leon’s eyes darkened for just a moment, flashing a dull orange, and his soul realm shook in response.

The dragon, however, as well as the Thunderbird, barely even responded, aside from turning in his direction. When Leon’s soul realm stopped shaking, the dragon smiled derisively, and said, “The bastard whelp thinks himself a true dragon.”

“Are not all descendants of yours true dragons?” the Thunderbird retorted.

Leon’s eyes flashed again, though he cared not at all for the dragon’s words. Rather, he could feel his heart beating ever harder as some new instinct tore through his mind. He had an intruder in his territory. No matter how strong, this could not be accepted.

This instinct grew stronger, and it took Leon to the point of taking a threatening step in the dragon’s direction before he forced himself to calm down. Instead, he focused inward. He was supposed to have powers over his soul realm that made his Lordship over this space more than a mere claim, and this interloper had put him into the mood to test them out.

Perhaps it was that newfound will to kick the dragon out, or maybe it was his new power, but after several seconds of trying to force the Great Black Dragon out of his soul realm through sheer willpower, the dragon was suddenly cut off in his dismissive remarks as a plume of the Mists of Chaos appeared around him, surrounding him, and beginning to obscure him from view.

But with a flash of red-orange light from his eyes, the mist vanished, and he turned back toward Leon, his gaze a little softer than it was before. He strode over to Leon, got right into his face, but didn’t lay a finger upon him.

Leon stood against the dragon, still not giving an inch against him. He felt extremely territorial right now, and he began to feel like the salamander posturing against the anaconda, now. Or maybe an eagle before a dragon.

The two had drawn so closely together, that their foreheads were practically pressing against each other, though Leon was still forced to look up, and the dragon down, due to their stark height difference.

The tension between them was thick; neither were going to back down. It was only when the Thunderbird began to thunderously roar with laughter that the tension was cranked down a notch.

“Repeating it won’t make it true, no matter how much emphasis you place upon it!” the Thunderbird retorted. “And you seem a mite dead for an undefeated being!”

Leon rolled his eyes, and pushed past the Great Black Dragon, not bothering to be careful. He thought he got his intent across, but he almost stumbled and ruined the whole thing, for the dragon was as steady as a mountain, and Leon wasn’t in the best state. But he made it past with his dignity mostly intact, until he stood between the dragon and his throne.

The dragon spared him a contemptuous look and said, “I’ve wasted enough time with you two.” To the Thunderbird, he said, “You did not win that time, and you will not impugn my honor by saying that you did!” To Leon, he said, “And you, mongrel! I don’t care what you get up to, but you are not and never will be one of mine!”

With that, the dragon’s form burst into black flame, and rose up into the air, where it grew and grew, only to suddenly dissipate into nothingness.

After several long seconds of staring up into the sky, Leon, confused, asked, “Is that it? He’s just gone?”

“He’s just gone,” the Thunderbird said with a smile of triumph on her face. “Honestly, that went about as well as I could’ve ever hoped for.”

Leon took a few deep breaths, biting back all the caustic and completely unproductive insults he was more than prepared to shout after that dragon.

“Petulant? Childish? Close-minded?” the Thunderbird helpfully offered.

“All of the above,” Leon replied.

“That’s about right,” she said. “He was never the most patient of his brothers, or the smartest, or the more charismatic. But he’s undoubtedly the most dangerous. Of course, you can’t really expect such beings, who were around before humanity, to act in line with how you might expect, can you? He’s not human himself, so acting as a human Lord might is hardly the most reasonable thing to expect of him.”

Leon shrugged, silently conceding the point to the Ancestor that he held mor respect for.

“Despite everything that he just told you, that you lived long enough to be so disrespectful to him is a testament to how he really thinks.”

“I think the ship for that has sailed,” the Thunderbird said as she walked over and wrapped an arm around Leon, giving him an oddly proud look that was so plain that Leon’s anger almost entirely dissipated in a matter of seconds.

“Why are you… Why do you say that?” he asked.

“Feeling a little strange?” she asked. “A little defensive? A little angry?”

“I think that what happened to you after activating that enchantment array might’ve jostled those restrictions that he placed on you, the ones preventing you from using the power you inherited from him. Going along with the transformation, I think you might’ve awakened to more than just my instincts, but also some of his.”

Leon’s scowl deepened slightly. “Is this something I’m going to have to get used to?” he worriedly asked. He knew his flaws—he wasn’t the most patient, or the most thoughtful person, and if these draconic instincts were going to push him more towards the behavior of the Great Black Dragon, then he was not going to be happy.

“I don’t think so,” the Thunderbird said. “I don’t think those restrictions are going to be repaired—you’re much too old for that, and blood can’t be made to ‘go to sleep’, so to speak. When blood is awakened, it’s awake forever. However, I think that after a few days, your body will stabilize with all of its new changes, and you should start feeling a little more normal by then.”

“Speaking of…” Leon muttered. “I noticed my soul realm has grown a little.”

“Just a bit,” the Thunderbird said with a playful smile. She was in an exceptionally good mood, which Leon guessed might’ve had to do with how the Great Black Dragon was received and sent off. “The transformation was… strangely designed, though I can hardly argue with its results. It stimulated your blood to the point of forcibly transforming you into an image of me. Well, a hybrid image of me and that old grump, but your body was still transformed.”

Leon’s scowl finally dropped, only to be replaced with a look of deep worry. “What…”

“Don’t worry about that, I don’t think it’s a permanent change. If anything, I think that that enchantment can be adapted to allow you to transform as you please!”

Leon glanced at his Ancestor, his worried look morphing into one of surprise, and as he saw that the Thunderbird didn’t seem to be saying this just to mess with him, an expression of excitement began to creep over his face.

“It’ll take some work, but I can say with quite a bit of confidence that this has been nothing but beneficial for you!”

“Can it turn me back immediately?” Leon asked. “I don’t know what’s going on outside, though…” He couldn’t sense much out there, but now that he had some time to stop and think, he could feel his connection with Maia again. He almost reached out to speak with her, but he refrained until he could get a better idea of what was going on within his head, first.

“You’re still in that form, but it should be quite easy for you to turn back,” the Thunderbird said. “Come with