Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 58: Anticipation of the clash.

Azvoid's consciousness stirred, and he found himself drifting away from the depths of his mental space. The cold brilliance of the Frostbane Emperor talent still echoed through his veins, an icy power made even more formidable by the relentless refinement of his bloodline. But even after that immense gain, his ambition remained unquenched.

His eyes snapped open, and he sat up from his seated position, the familiar sight of his dimly lit apartment greeting him. The contrast between the darkened room and the crystalline chill he now commanded was almost poetic. The chill that still clung to his skin left faint traces of frost on the sheets.

"Guess I overdid it a little," Azvoid muttered, his breath swirling in the air.

Noctis's voice rumbled through his mind, amused. "More like your insatiable greed for power went overboard. And here I was hoping you'd be more subtle about it."

Azvoid rolled his eyes. "Says the dragon who forced me to face a beast built like a nightmare on steroids."

Noctis chuckled. "And you survived. Not only that, but you thrived. Still, you've made good progress. Even your current power is no joke. Peak C-Rank with talents like yours? You're a monster in the making."

"Not good enough," Azvoid responded coolly. "I'm nowhere near strong enough to face something like Zephiron. And this upcoming Clash of Guilds is going to be my playground to test my limits. Besides..."

His gaze narrowed, his fingers twitching slightly. "The Extraction ability... it's still an option."

"Ah, so you've been thinking about it." Noctis's tone grew darker, yet approving. "It's a tempting ace up your sleeve, isn't it? An ability so overpowered, it could literally rewrite any talent into its true essence, far beyond mere replication. But..."

"...it's a double-edged sword," Azvoid finished. "The System said it could put a massive strain on my soul. That if I used it recklessly, it could break me. The cooldown being a whole year just proves how dangerous it is."

"True. And your soul's resilience, despite being tougher than most, still has its limits." Noctis's voice carried a rare hint of caution. "But if you're desperate enough, it could grant you power beyond your wildest dreams. The question is—are you that desperate?"

Azvoid's gaze grew distant, his thoughts circling around the ability. Extraction—a talent unlike any other. The power to take a replicated ability and tear it down to its absolute core, turning it into something purer, far stronger than it ever was before.

But it was also the ability most likely to kill him if he overstepped his boundaries.

"Not yet," Azvoid admitted, his tone begrudging. "But if a time comes when I have to choose between death or unleashing that ability... I won't hesitate."

"That's the spirit." Noctis sounded far too entertained. "Besides, there's still your next dragon summon to look forward to. Just imagine what kind of beast you'll pull out of the Ancient Celestial Realm next."

Azvoid couldn't help but grin at the thought. It had been weeks since he had summoned Noctis, and the System's cooldown for his Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm Connection was nearly up. That meant the possibility of adding another beast to his arsenal.

"One thing at a time, Noctis. First, I'll dominate the Clash of Guilds. Then, I'll figure out the best way to prepare for whatever beast comes next. And after that... maybe I'll risk it with Extraction."

"Good." Noctis's satisfaction rippled through their link. "But don't get too cocky. Remember, the world is a lot bigger than you think. You're not the only one out there chasing power."

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

Azvoid rose to his feet and stretched, his joints popping audibly. The power he wielded now felt wild and untamed, yet somehow... natural. He didn't have time to rest. The Clash of Guilds was right around the corner, and he needed to make sure the White Lotus Guild's rank rose to the top.

It would be the perfect stage to showcase his strength. And perhaps, just perhaps, he might find other talents worthy of replication—or extraction.

"I'm heading out. Better show my face at the Guild before they think I'm ditching the tournament," Azvoid said with a smirk, grabbing his black coat from the rack. His obsidian eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Try not to wipe the floor with them too hard," Noctis quipped. "You don't want everyone to think you're an untouchable monster... yet."

Azvoid chuckled darkly. "No promises."

He stepped through space itself, his control over Space Vector Master now smoother than ever. Reality trembled at his will as he cut through space, the apartment vanishing behind him.

It was time to make his presence known. And the world better be ready.....

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