Chapter 277: Fire And Death

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The next to explain their class and skill was Xander. He glanced at the group with a somewhat sore expression. "It seems all of us gained a unique class... That's quite unbelievable for an entire party. None of us even got a rare class; all are unique..." Damon nodded. That was almost unheard of—for an entire group to obtain unique classes, especially such powerful ones. Evangeline and Sylvia seemed particularly strong, so much so that their abilities needed to be restricted by supposed weaknesses or flaws. "What's your class?" Damon asked. Xander looked at him before nodding slowly. "My class is Oathkeeper. As for what the will of the world had to say about me: 'You are surrounded by jackals and lies…'" "I think you're the jackal" Damon muttered. "And you're the liar around me." Xander refuted. He clenched his fist. "My skill is called The Vow. My will is as unyielding as my word… It basically means I am virtually unbreakable when it comes to physical damage, but it has limits. If I run out of mana, I will be vulnerable. The more hits I take, the more mana I lose." Damon listened attentively, noting down all of Xander's weaknesses, analyzing what his skill did and did not cover. He turned his head to Leona. "Alright, Leona, what's your class? If it's 'Foodie,' I'm feeding you to whatever is in that chasm." Leona smiled, pushing her hair aside. "My class is called Storm Bringer. Apparently, I am someone pure of heart. My skill is called Wrath—it increases my power the stronger my emotions become. Any emotion, really, but anger works best… That's pretty much it." Damon nodded, rubbing his chin as he tried to analyze her skill and class. She leaned in closer. "So… when do we eat?" He sighed, placing his hand on her face and pushing her away. "Next." All eyes turned to Matia. Xander narrowed his eyes. "Before we go into Matlock's class, aren't we going to talk about why he's actually a girl?" Matia lowered her head at his words. Damon rolled his eyes. "Are you blind? She's a girl, so don't refer to her as 'he.' And what does that matter, you misogynist?" Xander's eyes widened as he pointed at Damon. "You… You… That's not what I meant!" Damon snickered. "Yeah, right." He turned to the others. "Matia is a girl. Big deal. Moving on." The others looked at each other and sighed. Sylvia glanced at her book. "I already knew that, though. It's fine with me." Leona held her stomach with a tired expression. "I'm too hungry to care…" Evangeline nodded. "We should be more focused on what class she got, not her gender. This is Matia's secret to tell." Xander sighed. "I suppose so… My apologies." Matia nodded. "No, it's fine. If you want to know, I'll be happy to share." Damon rolled his eyes. "Just share your class. We don't have all day." She nodded, balling her fists. "My class is called Dancing Fairy. It's a unique class. As for my skill, it's called Lethal Grace. This skill allows me to weaponize every movement into a lethal art while making it difficult for me to get hit. I can weave between enemies while dealing carnage… like a snowflake dancing in the wind." Damon looked at her. "What a powerful skill… It's more suitable for a melee fighter, someone who uses weapons." She nodded. "I can use most weapons… It's just that I don't because of my origins. My… father never approved, so I learned in secret." The group looked at each other awkwardly, sensing old wounds behind her words. "Erm… It's fine. I mean…" Leona fumbled. Damon sighed. "That's enough, guys. We ne—" He paused, turning around and looking far beyond the chasm to the other side, at the mountains in the distance, away from the Duhu Mountain… The others paused as well. Their breath froze as they gazed at the sky with a deep sense of dread. Sweat fell from their brows, hands and legs trembling… Even so, they were too terrified to even fall to their knees. Damon felt his heart pounding, blood rushing to his head as he saw what was in the distance, rising into the sky. A colossal form, so massive it dwarfed mountains. Its flapping wings sent astral winds that shattered trees, creating vast hurricanes. It had reddish, reptilian scales and four legs, its wings growing on its back. Its head bore scaled horns, and its mouth had teeth longer than spears and sharper than swords. This entity was a dragon. The great dragon Ashergon. And he rose into the sky. In the distance behind him, many black clouds surged ominously—but they were not clouds. They were hundreds of wyverns and reptilian creatures, each acting as his minions, their massive forms stretching nearly seventeen meters in length—some even larger. The dragon ascended, its colossal wings casting a massive shadow that blotted out the evening sun. It soared toward the gravity anomaly where the demon army was trapped. It raised its massive head, and even from miles away, Damon could hear its thunderous voice. "I am fire… I… am… death." From its maw, a crimson glow illuminated its massive fangs. Then, with a roar that shook the heavens, it unleashed a torrent of destruction. A pillar of fire erupted from its mouth, engulfing the entire region covered by the gravity anomaly. For a moment, silence followed—then a cacophony of destruction. A massive column of fire rose, reaching toward the heavens. From the distance, Damon saw the gravity anomaly twist and churn, breaking apart and collapsing into black spheres of spatial distortion. The land, the trees—everything within kilometers—was washed away in a fiery cataclysm. Entire forests were reduced to smoldering embers. Even from where his party stood, miles away, a scorching wind blew past, whipping against their skin. They watched in abject horror as an entire region was turned to ash under the flames of the great dragon, Ashergon. And as quickly as he had come, he turned back to his nest, retreating into the mountains with an ear-piercing, heaven-shaking roar. The clouds of wyverns scattered, returning to their roosts, while others broke off to scout for any survivors. But could anything survive such might? Damon's breath caught as he spotted a lone wyvern breaking from the formation, heading in their direction. Suppressing his fear with the numbing effects of his Remorseless skill, he turned to the others, still trembling. "Come on, we need to take cover—hide." He didn't wait for them to process his words before grabbing and shoving them behind a cluster of boulders. Praying that the patrolling wyvern wouldn't find them.

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