Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 46: The bloodline curse (ll)

The battlefield trembled beneath Azvoid's feet, a wasteland of icy death and shattered shadows. His breaths came out in misty puffs, the chill of the Frost Emperor coursing through his veins like liquid ice. Yet, the deeper he delved into his power, the more he felt something simmering beneath the surface. Something primal.

"Enough of this warm-up." Noctis's voice was both a growl and a challenge. "You're handling the Frost Emperor talent well, but mere talents won't be enough. It's time to begin the True Dragon's Ascension."

Azvoid's eyes snapped wide. The technique Noctis had gifted him was said to draw out the essence of his bloodline, elevating his very body toward the perfection of the Ancient True Primordial Dragons.

"About damn time." Azvoid grinned, the thrill of the challenge dancing in his eyes. His hands clenched, the icy energy around him intensifying. "Show me how to do it."

"You already know." Noctis's words rumbled through Azvoid's mind like a brewing storm. "Your bloodline remembers. Focus. Feel the power within your very essence. Command it to rise."

Azvoid closed his eyes, his breathing slowing as he reached deep into himself. Beyond the swirling energies of his replicated talents, beyond the chill of the Frost Emperor, there was something more. Something infinitely more powerful.

The True Dragon's Ascension.

He called upon it, his bloodline responding with a savage eagerness. It surged through his veins, a crimson blaze of raw power intermingled with darkness and frost. His muscles tightened, his bones groaning as if being reforged by the very essence of dragons.

Azvoid's body began to transform. His physique grew sturdier, his muscles rippling with newfound strength. His skin radiated an otherworldly aura, scales of shadowed obsidian and frosted silver briefly flickering across his arms before fading. His senses sharpened to a razor's edge, his sight, smell, and hearing expanding far beyond human limits.

"Ha... Haha!" Azvoid laughed, a manic thrill in his voice. The power coursing through him was intoxicating, a primal dominance that made him feel as if the world itself could be crushed between his fingers.

"Impressive. But far from complete." Noctis's tone held a hint of approval, though still laced with challenge. "Your bloodline has accepted the True Dragon's Ascension, but you're not done yet. The real test begins now."

Azvoid opened his eyes, his gaze sharper and darker than ever. The creatures were still swarming toward him, but to his heightened senses, they appeared sluggish, clumsy, nothing more than fodder.

He dashed forward, his body blurring with a speed that surpassed anything he'd achieved before. His Phantom Reflex guided his movements like liquid grace, his steps weaving through the battlefield with effortless precision.

"Frost Emperor's Wrath!"

He slammed his fists into the ground, torrents of glacial energy erupting around him in a devastating radius. Shadow creatures froze and shattered, their remains scattering like ashes on a winter breeze. But more kept coming. More... and stronger.

"Good! Keep pushing!" Noctis's voice was a rumble of excitement. "The more you refine your bloodline, the stronger your physique will become. And the closer you'll draw to your true power."

Azvoid felt it. His bloodline hungered for more, for destruction, for purity. And with every beast he slew, the power within him grew. But there was something else, too.

A distant, chilling pulse.

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Like a buried thorn pricking at the edge of his mind.

The Bloodline Curse.

Azvoid's grin faltered momentarily. It was only a faint sensation, something he could almost dismiss as paranoia. But it was there. A shadow within the power, waiting. Watching.

"You feel it, don't you?" Noctis's tone shifted, low and grim. "The curse that lingers within your bloodline. It awakens with every step you take toward perfection. And if you are not strong enough to overcome it..."

Azvoid didn't need to be told twice. The curse was a poison that could tear him apart if left unchecked. But he wasn't the type to cower before danger. No, he would shatter it. Break through.

He roared, his body unleashing another wave of ice that expanded outward like a frozen tsunami. Creatures screamed as their bodies were encased in deathly frost. His bloodline purified itself further, refining his physique and power even beyond what he had imagined.

Yet the faint pulse of the curse remained, growing just a bit stronger with each passing moment.

"That's it," Noctis urged. "Keep pushing. The curse cannot be ignored, but it can be overcome. True Dragon's Ascension is your weapon, but it is also your test. Fail, and the curse will devour you."

Azvoid's eyes blazed. "Failing's not an option. Now, come on, throw everything you've got at me, Noctis! Let's make this bloodline bow to my will!"

His challenge echoed through the darkness, a declaration of war against his own bloodline. But more than that — it was the vow of a man who refused to bow.....