Limitless Evolution: The Path To Immortality

Chapter 258 Wyvern [2] - Clash

Chapter 258 Wyvern [2] - Clash

"You are strong. Stronger than any of those weak humans that have tried to stop me on the way here. They did not deserve to observe my strength, nor did they deserve to lay eyes upon my power. But you are different."

"You noticed?" Silas suddenly felt slightly alarmed. Of course, it didn't show as anything but minor confusion, if not a hint of curiosity from an outside point of view, but right now, Silas was checking himself thoroughly because he could have sworn that he had suppressed his aura with the use of his armor. That was the reason why everyone felt he was weaker than them. Of course, that wasn't the intended purpose or not the way he was thinking of it.

People tended to freak out when suddenly applied an indomitable will upon their very beings. He had found out quite early on that he tended to exude a certain pressure around him that made even Nymira and Alex feel unnerved in his presence. Of course, it worked out pretty well for his work as Judgment… The same could not be said for the fraction of his life and mind that was dedicated to making strong relationships with the people around him, so, using one of the armor's features, he simply chose to not exude that same pressure.

Apparently, that came with the cost of everyone thinking he was weak the moment they saw him, but in most cases, he either fixed the problem by flaring his aura or by simply not bothering, since he didn't really care about such things most of the time.

'Has the wyvern seen through it?' Silas could not help but ask himself under his breath. If the wyvern had seen through it, he doubted that the conversation would have gone as far as it had. Maybe the wyvern's assuming things, but Silas doubted that it would be so rash.

'The only explanation is that it made a calculated guess. It was analyzing me while we conversed. To be fair, anyone capable of standing before a wyvern this powerful and this large without flinching must be powerful, right? Plus, he exudes the aura of something with an Apex bloodline. It's a little similar to the bloodline I absorbed from the thing a few years ago, but it's a lot more powerful.

Hm. Maybe I should take its heart after killing it. Assimilating something with a couple of bloodlines and enough mana to break a normal person to the next grade can be quite useful if I use it correctly.'

"I can tell. Call it a dragon's instinct." The wyvern murmured in a roar-like fashion.

'Fake dragon.' Silas inwardly stated after the wyvern's words before looking at it with a neutral smile.

"I guess this is where I kill you." Silas spoke, his voice neutral and monotone, yet somehow fixed with an icy chill that crept under the wyvern's scales, making them suddenly wriggle with what seemed to be satisfaction.

"I wish you the same." The dragon spoke calmly before it allowed its magical aura and its soul's spiritual pressure to press onto everything in an outward fashion.

Wind blue in every direction while the cloud began to swirl above, gradually becoming darker as the seconds passed, while also exponentially dropping in temperature.

The drain drops that were once going to shower the forest with an important part of its photosynthesis process suddenly froze, each one having suddenly become a piece of hale or had expanded into a snowflake.

'We're going to go all out then… Sorry Miss forest. Or… Mrs. forest?' Silas inwardly contemplated for a few moments, completely forgetting about the wyvern that had quite literally summoned the weather to put Silas at a disadvantage.

"Revere at my strength!" The wyvern roar boomed through the air, eviscerating several thousand snowflakes out of existence while creating a shock wave that turned every tree within a 500-meter radius into splinters and sawdust.

Silas, of course, completely tanked the shock wave. Actually, he had tanked so much of it that a large portion of the forest behind him looked completely unscathed.

'Genocide would like it if I involved it in this fight, but do I really need to?'

Sure, to Silas, the wyvern might feel as strong as a weak emerald core, but even it had limitations similar to the ones that Silas was going through by having such a high efficiency in the use of his mana. Such a problem didn't expand toward his body's use of mana to strengthen him, but his body had its own problems.

Apparently, having four times as much mana was a lot more problematic when trying to control your strength, especially when you have several bloodlines that enhance strength and other body functions by a lot.

Seeing that the wyvern was ready, Silas closed his eyes… And then, a second later, he opened them again and out unfurled his magical aura laced with a bloodlust so thick it would have brought several sapphire cores to the brink of madness within moments of feeling it.

Without warning, the atmosphere shifted, the air growing heavy as both beings prepared to unleash the full extent of their powers. Silas's smirk was a silent challenge, his aura a visible force field around him, while the wyvern's scales began to glow with an inner light, its core pulsing like a heart of living sapphire.

With a roar that split the heavens, the wyvern reared up, its wings unfurling to their full, magnificent span. And as the first star of evening pierced the darkening sky, the beast unleashed a gale of frigid wind from its gaping maw, a blizzard incarnate that sought to encase the world in ice. The temperature plummeted, breaths turned visible, and the land itself seemed to cower under the wyvern's unleashed fury.

Silas remained impassive, his eyes reflecting a calm that bordered on the surreal amidst the chaos. As the icy tempest bore down upon him, he raised a hand, palm outward, and formed a single silverish rune before his palm. The storm seemed to split upon an unseen barrier, a mere foot from his outstretched hand, leaving him untouched in a clear bubble of calm air.

"Quite the show, wyvern," Silas' voice cut through the howling winds with unnatural clarity. "But let's try to keep the forest… I don't know? In one piece? I doubt Gilea would enjoy it if we suddenly began destroyer her greenery… Or its greenery? I can never get the pronouns of object-like beings right." Silas sighed.

The wyvern's response was not vocal but primal; its entire being seethed with wrath that was almost palpable. It spread its wings further as if to challenge the sky itself, and with a powerful beat, it shot upward. The creature ascended, becoming one with the storm it controlled, its scales shimmering as lightning began to fork around it, preparing to strike with a power that could rend the earth asunder.

Silas watched the display, his smirk twitching for a moment. "I said less destruction!", however, inwardly, he was thinking of something else completely. Something that had made the fight with Ivy so much easier before, and one that would probably work against him in this fight.

Ivy could only cast nature magic without saying any words. Sometimes, she didn't even need to create a spell circle when she did so, probably due to her connections to Gilea. However, her limited elemental region had worked in his favor. Whenever she tried using other elements, she would instantly be outcast due to his quickly Silas could form his runic spells.

However, the same could not be said about the wyvern, and Silas knew that. This was clearly a storm wyvern, probably a descendant of a storm dragon. The thing about dragons with features rather than elements was that they tended not to adhere to certain logic when it came to magic. Silas already knew that lightning was a form of magic that formed when mixing fire and air together in a certain pattern and formation.

After all, mixing fire and air had many different outcomes. One was a hotter flame, usually a blue flame, while another was pure white plasma. Silas was aware that plasma was technically the same thing as lightning, but apparently, in this world, they weren't as close as they were back on Earth.

Lightning was different. Almost like a thing with a will of its own. A semi-conscious entity that anyone with the ability to cast lightning would feel.

But that was beside the point. Or, the current point, to be exact.

Talking about Storm dragons, in particular, they did not hold the power of just lightning and ice. They help power over everything that made a storm… Well. A storm? They could cast storms wherever they were, no matter the environment. Whether it was a blizzard or a sandstorm, they had power over it.

Right now, fighting against a creature with authority over everything storm-related was going to be difficult, especially if he wanted to keep the damage to a minimum and preserve the little relaxed life he had gained while going to the academy over the past couple of weeks.

Silas glared at the wyvern for a moment casting a rune within his eyes and forming it a few inches away from him. He had figured a few years ago that casting a rune with the mana coming out with his breaths wasn't a hard thing to do. Actually, it was particularly easy.

Suddenly, Silas realized something.

'I can try that out.' Silas sighed and closed his eyes while launching a fire bolt toward the wyvern to distract it for a moment.

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