Chapter 403 Teamwork



"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, don't go all sentimental on me," Aion said, knowing that he wasn't being heard. Still, they could imagine him shrugging his shoulders. "I have some mana left that the people of my mother's homeland left behind, so it is all yours… my connection to the dream is ending, and I am not sure if I am going to wake up… I decided to forget how time works in this universe."

As Tenebres witnessed the group being enveloped in the empowering aura of Aion's magic, a mixture of surprise and rage flashed across his face. His eyes narrowed as he grasped the significance of what was unfolding before him. The realization hit him like a thunderbolt - the mana surging within the group far surpassed the levels attainable by ordinary humans.

His brow furrowed, and a sense of unease washed over Tenebres. The immense power radiating from the group spoke of a force beyond his calculations, a force that threatened to shatter his delusions of grandeur. It was a reminder that there were powers in the world beyond his control, powers that defied his understanding.

Tenebres, the self-proclaimed superior being, had always reveled in his dominance over the mortal realm. But now, faced with this manifestation of extraordinary power, he was confronted with his own limitations. His arrogance wavered for a brief moment, replaced by a flicker of doubt.

The revelation that Aion's mana surpassed his own struck a chord of fear within Tenebres. It challenged his perception of himself as an all-powerful being. The realization that there were forces greater than his own threatened to dismantle the foundation of his self-appointed superiority.

"Don't feel so bad about it, mate," Aion said. "I won't say that I deserve it, but I do have the powers and techniques of numerous mutations. You can think that I am someone like you, but one that doesn't want to stand above others and just wants to live a good life. Mortal lives can be as weak as the fire of a candle; even a weak breeze can extinguish… I am not going to waste my life seeing myself Superior to others when I am as mortal as them."

As if Tenebres had heard that, he got enraged like never before. The dimension began to tremble, and his body began to transform. Tenebres' power reached a fever pitch. A surge of dark energy engulfed him, warping his form into a grotesque and fearsome creature. The once-human figure now transformed into a towering, multi-headed dragon.

The dragon's scales shimmered with an ominous black hue, exuding an aura of malevolence that sent shivers down the spines of those who beheld it. Each of the dragon's heads sported a different expression, twisted in agony, pleasure, anger, jealousy, thirst, overconfidence, and anguish, as if they were trapped in all possible emotions, mostly negative ones.

The faces that adorned the dragon's torso were a macabre sight to behold. They contorted in pain, their mouths open wide, releasing a cacophony of agonized screams that reverberated through the air. The chorus of torment resonated with an eerie harmony, adding an unsettling layer to the already foreboding atmosphere.

The dragon's wings, massive and leathery, extended outward with an intimidating span. With each beat, gusts of tainted wind whipped through the battlefield, carrying with them an aura of destruction. Shadows danced and writhed along the dragon's body, enhancing its menacing presence.

From its towering height, the dragon surveyed the battlefield, its eyes burning with a mixture of rage and desperation. The faces on its torso continued their torment, fueling its anger and driving it to unleash its destructive power upon the group.

As Siora witnessed the grotesque transformation of her father into the multi-headed dragon, a profound shock rippled through her being. The realization of the extent to which Tenebres had fallen and the stark contrast to the images that she had of him struck her deeply. The initial shock momentarily paralyzed her, but the fire of determination quickly reignited within her.

Gathering her inner strength, Siora pushed past the shock and focused on the task at hand. She knew that the battle against Tenebres had to be fought, not just for the sake of the world but for the sake of her own fractured relationship with her father. She could not let her emotions overpower her resolve.

With a deep breath, Siora steeled herself, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow, anger, and determination. She stepped forward, her movements guided by a newfound clarity. A radiant aura surrounded her, symbolizing her resolve and inner strength.

As Tenebres charged forward, his monstrous form barreling through the battlefield, the group of warriors responded with unwavering determination. Each of them unleashed their improved techniques, honed through years of training and bolstered by Aion's support magic. Their attacks combined seamlessly, forming a symphony of power and skill.

Malon, with his sword gleaming with a radiant aura, moved with unparalleled speed and precision. He unleashed a flurry of strikes, weaving in and out of Tenebres' onslaught with deftness. Each slash was imbued with time magic, creating rifts in the fabric of reality that disrupted Tenebres' movements and weakened his defenses.

Siora, her magic intensified by her resolve, conjured swirling storms of fire and lightning. Bolts of energy crackled around her as she channeled her elemental powers with unwavering focus. She directed the flames and lightning toward Tenebres, seeking to weaken his monstrous form.

Ailen, his bow infused with the essence of time, fired arrows that streaked through the air with blinding speed. Each arrow carried the weight of countless moments, freezing time upon impact and unraveling Tenebres' attempts to manipulate reality. His shots found their mark, hitting the vulnerable spots of the multi-headed dragon and causing him to recoil in agony.

Vaeral, his connection with the elemental spirits deepened, summoned raging tempests and earth-shattering Ice spears. He called upon the forces of nature to unleash devastating spells upon Tenebres, tearing at his monstrous form and exploiting his weaknesses. The space around Tenebres shook while cyclones and geysers surged around him, further destabilizing his attacks.

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