Chapter 1758: Chapter 1564: Curse Lifted 3

Chapter 1758: Chapter 1564: Curse Lifted 3



The dragon's voice, a guttural rumble that echoed through the Abyss, carried an unexpected intelligence. It recognized Alex's purpose, a glimmer of respect flickering in its otherwise vacant eyes.

"So it was you running amok in my turf. You're here to undo the curse, I presume?" it asked, its voice carrying a strange melody.

Alex returned the stare, a flicker of respect mirroring the dragon's. "Nice deduction," he replied, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Let us begin and not waste time."

The dragon inclined its serpentine head, a gesture of acceptance. Without further preamble, both lunged simultaneously.

Their bodies collided with a force that shook the very foundations of the Abyss. Alex's fist, infused with the power of chaos, met the dragon's scaled hide with a thunderous impact. The dragon retaliated with a swipe of its clawed limb, a strike that carried the weight of centuries of malice.

The clash was a symphony of destruction. The air crackled with the raw energy of their confrontation, the ground trembled beneath their weight. The dragon's scales, impervious to most attacks, shattered under the force of Alex's blow, revealing a layer of shimmering black energy beneath.

Alex, in turn, felt the full brunt of the dragon's power. Its claws, imbued with the essence of the Abyss, tore through his defenses, leaving deep gashes that bled a strange, otherworldly liquid. Yet, he pressed on, his resolve unwavering. This was the final battle, the ultimate test of his strength and will.

The battle had entered a new phase, a clash of titans where the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble. The Abyss itself became a battleground, the chaotic energy swirling around the combatants in a frenzy of destruction.

The Abysmal Dragon, sensing its opponent's growing strength, unleashed the full extent of its power. It commanded the winds, whipping them into a frenzy that sought to disorient Alex. Simultaneously, it shrouded itself in a cloak of darkness, a void that swallowed light and hope.

Alex, unfazed by the onslaught, moved with a grace born of chaos and control. His crimson longsword, a weapon of pure defiance, sliced through the wind and darkness with ease. Each strike was a calculated blow, a testament to his mastery of combat.

But the dragon was relentless, its attacks growing in ferocity. The wind whipped around Alex, seeking to dislodge him from his footing, while the darkness tried to blind and isolate him. Yet, Alex held firm, his mind a fortress against the onslaught.

"Ah, silly me," Alex muttered, a touch of amusement coloring his voice. "I have so many skills and I often forget to use them all."

With a flick of his wrist, he released his grip on the crimson longsword. The weapon, imbued with his chaotic energy, hovered in the air, a sentinel against the encroaching darkness.

"Nemesis's Domain!" he declared, his voice carrying a chilling resolve.

The world around them seemed to freeze. The wind stilled, the darkness dissipated. The very essence of the Abyss, the chaotic energy that fueled the dragon's power, was suppressed. A bubble of silence and stillness enveloped them, a stark contrast to the maelstrom they had just endured.

The dragon, its power stripped away, let out a roar of frustration, its form shrinking slightly as its connection to the Abyss was severed. It was a creature of chaos, and without it, it was merely a wounded beast.