I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 379: Bloodfang Sovereign

Logan wasn't usually the type to spy on Serana's creatures.

Her minions were hers to handle, and he rarely interfered unless necessary. But this time… he had a reason. A very good one.

The Vampire Wyrm—the winged serpent Serana had raised from the blood-soaked depths of the volcano—had finally reached level 80.

And with that… came evolution.

Not just a minor change or stat increase. This wasn't some new skill or passive buff.

This was apex-level transformation, especially since it devoured a deity's core.

The Wyrm's next stage was one Logan and Serana had long speculated about, even hoped for. The signs had been there for weeks: rapid growth, unstable mana emissions, a change in temperament. But now, it had become a reality.

The beast had shed its wyrm status.

And in its place rose something far more dangerous, a dragon. A blood-elemental dragon.

Logan kept his distance, watching from where he stood in the battlefield after the fallen deity's demise and how the wyrm who turned into a Sovereign completed its metamorphosis.

The air vibrated as corrupted elements and the darkness element clashed. Shadows curled around the dragon like reverent servants. Its crimson scales glistened with the blood of the deity condensed into its body, each movement releasing faint pulses that made even Logan's skin prickle from a distance.

"Drakhel…" Logan muttered aloud, the name rolling naturally off his tongue.

That was what Serana had named him, her new Bloodfang Sovereign.

The creature wasn't just another tamed beast anymore; it would be her strongest asset. freewёbnoνel.com

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Name: Drakhel / Species: Bloodfang Sovereign (Blessings: Darkness / Shade / Blood / Abyss) Level: 80 / Loyalty: 61/100 Monarch Subject: Serana Greyston (Soul-Tamed) ────→←────

Str: 98 / Agi: 112 / Dex: 87 / Con: 104 / Int: 128 / Char: 72

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[Skills:]

Sanguine Devourer: Drakhel drains blood essence and mana through its fangs and claws, siphoning power directly from foes. Damage bypasses armor and fortifies Serana's or the dragon's own stats for a short amount of time.

Crimson Fury: From its wings, Drakhel releases clouds of razor-edged blood scales. Each scale bursts upon impact, inflicting bleed and causing violent blood ruptures on cursed or low-health targets.

Blood Nova Fang: Fires a concentrated sphere of blood mana that detonates midair, sending shockwaves that shred magic barriers and inflict Hemorrhage on all enemies in range.

Hemorrhage Coil: Drakhel ensnares targets in his tail, forcing the blood in their bodies to rupture. Each squeeze increases internal bleeding exponentially.

Abyssal Flight (Passive): While airborne in dark or mana-rich terrain, Drakhel gains complete immunity to projectile attacks and reduces elemental damage by 30%.

Eclipse Roar: A devastating roar that silences all enemies below level 75 for 5 seconds, weakens blood flow in living creatures, and shatters undead with unstable blood cores.

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[Ultimate Skill:]

Throne of Red Skies: Drakhel ascends and summons a storm of blood meteors under a darkened sky. While active, all enemies suffer blood drain, and Serana's minions receive vampiric regeneration and stat amplification. Drakhel becomes untargetable and gains bonus evasion.

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[Abilities:]

Bloodline Surge: Temporarily unlocks fragments of an ancient vampire-dragon lineage. While active, Serana can see through Drakhel's senses and issue commands as if the dragon were her second body.

Deathflight Rebirth: Once per day, if slain, Drakhel encases himself in a cocoon of hardened blood. After one minute, he revives at 50% health with all bleed effects cleansed.

Dominion of Abyss: Lesser blood-element beasts and corrupted creatures instinctively submit to Drakhel's presence. He may bend them to Serana's will for a short duration.

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The dragon flew up into the sky, unafraid of what the darkness held. It absorbed the ambient mana in slow, pulsing waves—half-feeding, half-adjusting to its new body. Limbs it had never possessed before now flexed with unparalleled strength: two powerful arms, a full torso, muscular legs, and a heavy but sharp-bladed tail.

"Nice minion you've got there," Logan muttered, cracking his neck as he approached.

His eyes weren't on the dragon, though.

They were on the pulsing heart Serana held in her hands.

The last remnant of the fallen deity.

"So… what do you plan to do with it?" Logan asked, his gaze fixed on the flickering light within the organ. It still pulsed with power, but without a core to stabilize its mana, it was weakening by the second.

"What else…" Serana said quietly. Her voice was flat, detached. "If I want to grow stronger… I need to eat it."

She didn't flinch as she spoke, but Logan caught the flicker of hesitation in her eyes. She didn't want to do it. There was a faint repulsion in her aura—an internal resistance. But she didn't let it show for long.

Before the heart's energy could fade further, she raised her hand.

A shadow surged forward from her palm and devoured the heart in one fluid motion. It didn't enter her mouth. It didn't need to.

The shadow was an extension of herself, and what it consumed, so did she.

The heart was slowly absorbed, its divine energy sinking into her body.

Logan's expression darkened as he watched. He didn't stop her. But he didn't look away either.

That was no ordinary meal, it was part of a god.

And whatever it did to Serana next... wouldn't be simple.

She was going to need help controlling herself. And Logan knew—he was probably the only one who could.

Without warning, Serana dropped to her knees. A growl ripped from her throat as her body convulsed. Her hair lengthened in wild strands, trailing like dark silk as it spread over her shifting form. Her limbs stretched and thickened—muscle and shadow overlapping as she took on a monstrous hybrid shape.

Half-garmr, half-human, the transformation wasn't graceful; it was violent, twisted, and feral.

Serana screamed—no, roared—her voice laced with pain and fury as she clawed at the ground. She wasn't just mutating, she was fighting with the unknown will.

Fighting something inside her, the deity's remnants.

Its will was clawing at her mind, trying to take over.

Logan acted fast.

He raised a hand and summoned a shadow vial, a thick curtain of darkness that enclosed them in a private sphere. No light escaped or sound leaked out.

No one needed or would see her like this.

He stepped inside the veil, moving slowly, cautiously—like one might approach a wounded beast. "Serana…" he whispered, his voice steady, gentle.

She thrashed again, eyes burning with crimson rage, her long claws digging deep into the stone. She lunged once—almost at him—but stopped just short.

Her claw halted inches from his chest.

Then she twisted violently, swiping down and carving a gash into the earth instead.

She was still in there, still fighting with all her might.

"Come on," Logan muttered, stepping closer. "Don't let it win."

Another scream. This time, choked with fury and despair.

She was trying to hold on, but the madness wasn't done yet.