The dungeon screamed.
Not metaphorically.
Reality itself strained as the two Sovereign Death Knights moved.
They vanished—then reappeared—then vanished again, their blades carving fractures through space, cutting dimensions as easily as air. Every swing tore afterimages into existence, layers of reality peeled back by sheer mastery.
They were not brutes.
They were sword masters.
One blade descended vertically, splitting space into stacked planes.
The other struck horizontally, erasing distance entirely.
Kaelen didn't retreat.
He stepped into the convergence.
Axiomfall rang as it met both greatswords simultaneously—gravity compressing the collision point while time dilated outward. The impact didn't explode.
It collapsed.
The dungeon walls imploded, stone folding inward like paper as the shockwave propagated through corridors, chambers, and pillars. Entire sections of the dungeon caved in, floors dropping into lower layers as the three figures blurred beyond mortal perception.
They moved faster than sight.
Faster than sound.
Faster than logic.
Kaelen traded blows with both Death Knights at once—ducking a dimensional cleave, countering with a gravity-infused slash, twisting mid-air as a blade cut through where his spine had been a fraction of a second ago.
Each exchange rewrote the battlefield.
Pillars vanished.
Ceilings collapsed.
Ancient dungeon inscriptions were erased from existence.
The Death Knights adapted instantly—rotating angles, switching rhythms, attacking from blind dimensions where reaction should have been impossible.
And yet—
Kaelen kept up.
No.
He matched them.
Steel clashed again and again until—
CRACK.
Axiomfall was knocked from Kaelen's hand, spinning end over end into the darkness.
At the same time—
Both Sovereign greatswords were torn free by a gravity surge, embedding themselves deep into opposite walls of the dungeon.
For a heartbeat—
Everything went silent.
Then—
They moved.
Bare-handed.
The Death Knights lunged, fists wrapped in condensed necrotic authority. One punch alone carried enough force to erase half a city. The other followed, targeting Kaelen's ribs with a strike meant to shatter continents over time.
They underestimated him.
Kaelen caught the first punch.
The dungeon floor collapsed beneath his feet as he absorbed the force without moving an inch.
The Death Knight froze.
Kaelen's grip tightened.
Bones reinforced by abyssal law cracked.
The second knight struck Kaelen's side—
And its arm rebounded as if it had hit an immovable divine relic.
Kaelen turned slowly.
Dragonic strength surged—not circuit energy.
Not gravity.
Not time.
But raw, ancient power.
The power of a True Dragon's Heart.
He slammed his forehead into the Death Knight's helm.
The helm exploded.
The skull beneath shattered.
The head disintegrated into ash and fading runes as the body collapsed lifelessly to the floor.
One sovereign—gone.
The second knight reacted instantly, kicking off the ground with catastrophic force—
Kaelen met it mid-motion.
He grabbed the knight by the leg, spun once—
And kicked.
The Death Knight was launched like a meteor, tearing through multiple dungeon walls before embedding itself deep into the far end of the chamber.
Kaelen raised his hand.
The dungeon trembled.
"Axiomfall."
The sword screamed back into existence, ripping through space itself, slamming perfectly into Kaelen's grasp.
He didn't hesitate.
He threw it.
The blade crossed the dungeon in an instant—time folding, gravity aligning—
And pierced the Death Knight's skull.
Light and causality detonated.
The second Sovereign Death Knight disintegrated completely, erased without residue.
Silence fell.
Then—
Laughter.
Dry.
Cracking.
Echoing through the ruined dungeon.
"Yes…" the lich rasped, skeletal fingers tapping together.
"So you are the designated hero."
Its hollow eyes burned brighter.
"I have studied your movements. Fascinating. You rewind time. You bend gravity. And now…"
"…you wield the power of a dragon."
Its mana surged, warping the dungeon's core.
"I can do the same," the lich continued calmly.
"Time. Gravity. Mana. Magic."
"Everything except dragon blood."
It tilted its skull.
"How very interesting."
Kaelen stepped forward.
His presence changed.
"Listen here, skeleton," he said coldly.
"I'm going to rip you to shreds."
The lich's smile widened.
Menacing.
Delighted.
Power erupted from Kaelen.
Not violently—
But inevitably.
White light and ancient mana intertwined as his body began to change.
White scales surfaced along his skin—layered, refined, impossibly durable. His frame grew taller, broader, denser with power.
Two curved white horns emerged from his head.
A long white tail unfurled behind him, its tip glowing faintly red with draconic authority.
His wings burst free—vast, white, and radiant, folding outward as the dungeon ceiling cracked to accommodate them.
His hair lengthened, flowing freely.
His eyes—
Deep sky blue.
Slitted.
Ancient.
Dragon eyes.
Kaelen exhaled.
The air trembled.
This was no longer just a circuit user.
This was a hybrid dragon.
A being with:
Two energy sources
Gravity & Chrono circuits And A True Dragon's Heart
Immense strength
Nigh-absolute durability
Adaptive combat
Ancient dragon mana and magic
The lich leaned forward, enthralled.
"Oh…" it whispered.
"Magnificent."
Kaelen spread his wings slightly.
The dungeon bowed.
"Now," he said calmly, voice layered with dragon resonance,
"let's see how smart you really are."
The final battle had begun.