After a little more experimentation Drake learned a few things about magic. First thing is that it has something called casting time. Unlike skills which can be used instantly magic has to be prepared beforehand. The stronger the magic the more time it takes to prepare. Second is the types. Magic relies on the energy produced by the Beast Soul to create effects, which meant that each Soul had some kind of attribute that decides what magic it could use.Drake's nes Thundercloud was a lightning type and it allowed him to use lightning and electricity based attacks. The spell spark, just as the name suggests, creates an electric spark that could be shot from the hands. It's weak and pretty much useless, however magic is still magic.Lightning Pulse creates an outburst of energy that's capable of stunning the opponent, however apparently it only works on weak beasts. Then there is Lightning Spear. It was the closest to what Drake had thought magic would be. Using it one could create a si
The sun goes down and a veil of darkness fell on the world. Silence enveloped the Wounded Dragon mountain range as all beasts went into hiding for the night.Unlike humans the magical creatures knew their place in the world very well. They also knew not to defy those powe powerful than them, because of that whenever the night comes they'd all crowl down into their holes and make space for the real beasts ruling the land.Mount First Wound was in its entirety a magic zone. Its center was near the peak where a large cave was located.Inside a pair of eyes snapped open. Normally she wouldn't bother leaving leaving her nest for long periods of time, however that had seemed different from the usual.She could feel it. The overbearing power of another dragon slowly making its way to her home.Did he come for a challenge? Does he intend on taking the land and its mystical power for himself?No… she thought, lifting itself slowly and coming out of the cave. I won't let it happen.Under the ve
"Man, that was such a night…" Drake mused, eyes bloodshot, unable to keep them open."To think there were so many beasts active at night…" Roland added, barely able to stand."Uuu…" Laura offered no comment. She was the one with the least stamina in the party and what they had to go through left her exhausted. It all happened a few hours ago. After making a stop to yesterday's hunting the three returned to their camp and had dinner. They decided on the order in which they'd keep watch with Drake taking the first shift, and just as the other two closed their eyes they heard their names being called.A swarm of bat like monsters were drawn in by the fire and decided to have human meat fir the night. Drake's system recognized then as the C tier beasts Screamers and according to Roland they were beasts native to this region though they aren't supposed to leave their caves like this.Having done very little fighting over the day Laura was the one to handle the beasts. She used a spell cal
"Drake…" comming to a sudden stop, Roland spoke out. "This is it…"The tall man was standing in front of a wall illuminated by the orange color of a torch. They were deep inside the mountain were light couldn't reach. It didnt help that they were nearing the peak which meant the temperature dropped significantly when it was already cold."You sure?" Drake asked."Yes. This is the exact spot." Roland replied."Alrught then."Opening his inventory Drake took out a few tools; a couple of pickaxes and shovels. The guys took one each and started hitting the wall. Laura on the other hand sat back and watched them work, handling some of the beasts that appeared from time to time.The Furst Wound was a mountain famous for its special steel. One of the regular quests issues by the association was to deliver a certain amount of it, a job many novice hunters took to get the money they needed for equipment. However according to Roland there was a particular spot where they could collect a rare ty
Done with the mining Drake and the others decided to take a look at the last area of mount first wound and to their disappointment nothing was to be found there."This is… unexpected…" Drake said as he surveyed the surroundings.He wasn't expecting much from it but still he never thought it would be this plain. The area was a large field without covered in grass. Some spots m were white with snow and a few boulders were scattered here and there. Just as Roland had described it the only way there was the one they came from. Drake walked to the center of the field and stood there for a few minutes looking up at the mountain. The peak was still far away but as told beforehand it was impossible to go beyond this point on foot. Sighing and scratching his head he turned to his companions."Well, this was a bit underwhelming." Drake said with a smile. "Let's head back and get some rest.""Finally!" Laura said, her shoulders slumping over."I told you there isn't much to see here." Roland a
"RUN!!!" Drake shouted and the next second Laura and Roland took off to the exit. At the same time the boy took out his heavy sword and changed his main Soul to the Night Bringer.The field was suddenly engulfed in darkness as the creature slowly descended upon them. It was like a shadow swallowing every day of light that reached the mountain, with six wings that spread wide moving ever so slightly athe dragon slowly descended. The Doomsday Herald was a monstrosity one couldn't imagine even in their worst dreams. It was the first time he had witnessed an SSS tier beast but Drake could immediately tell he had no hope of killing it just from the feeling it gave alone.That's an SSS? He thought. The Thundercloud they fought a few days ago was a monster as well but the difference between the two was like heaven and earth. The system assigned it the title of a King, which meant that even among the SSS tier beasts this one was of an especially high level. Noticing that the small pesky hum
Drake moved around dodging the light beams. As it was impossible to outrun the speed of light he had to calculate the right moment to move. Too slow and he's done forza too fast and he'd give the dragon an opening.He wasn't allowed a moment of rest. The Doomsday Herald shot the beams nonstop and it didn't look like it'd run out of energy any time soon.Drake's frantic escape led him closer to the monstrosity and as if it was waiting for him it raised one of its front legs and clawed at him. Giant blades the size of an adult man glowed white as the cut through air. Drake managed to dodge again but only barely. The dragon had used one of the basic skills Razor Claws but due to its sheer size and the horror it exuded it was impossible to believe it's the same skill many of the weakest Magical Beasts possess.Damn it!!!!Drake prepared his blade, caughting it in the glow of his Sharp Blade skill. He knew it wouldn't do much but he still had to do something. Slipping into a blind spot he
Seeing the black dragon blocking his way Drake lost all hope. However unlike most people that didn't cause him to weaken. Quite on the opposite.The Doomsday Herald was far stronger than any beast he had fought before, it had the power to evaporate him with a single move of its claws. The speed it had moved to prevent his escape was enough proof that it could've killed him by now, but it didn't. It was toying around with him, tormenting him until he could succumbs to the despair brought forth by the sheer difference in their power.Despair, fear, terror. Drake felt all of those as he gazed up at the monstrosity. However there was one feeling that far surpassed any of those. It was anger.Seeing how the black dragon looked down at him like he's some kind of pest that could be squashed anytime, rage began to boi