Alone, I strap artifact after artifact to my body. Each piece increases my power insurmountably. First is 100-1, the hundredth set of sabatons. Crafted from comitite and imbued with the blessing of interspatial manipulation, the sabatons of Erius allow me to rapidly accelerate my body.
Second are the fauld and grieves known as 17-2. 17-2 is spellbound to the evercloud meaning any attack that physically lands on them will pass right through.
Third are the Wings of Michael, artifact 1-3. Out of all my artifacts, Michael's Wings were by far the hardest to obtain. They are also the most frustrating to try don alone. Not only do they let me fly, but they act as a lightning rod for the magic that is naturally abundant throughout Vanya. I calculate a three times destructive output consequently.
Fourth is the Crying Crown, 93-4. The crying crown is cursed to be eternally followed by an endless rain cloud, but multiplies my willpower by the strength of my negative emotions.
Fifth is my beloved Deseu, 111-5, the final artifact to be crafted and the most powerful. Deseu nullifies magic on contact and upon death of the victim, cannibalizes their magic energy to strengthen the sword's will, death.
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Lastly, I settle and focus my most powerful weapon, my mind. Finally suited up and prepared, I project my presence until I sense the vast slumbering intellect of the King of Dragons.
Upon arriving, I quickly realize I am not alone. To Raleigh and his friends, I must have simply appeared in front of them, when in fact, an unfathomably large calculation and exertion of willpower had resulted in my bodies sudden relocation. Subconsciously I marvel at the dreadful splendor of my arrival, a terrifying black and gold angel materializing from thin air. In a matter of seconds, my overwhelming presence quickly whittles down the number of conscious minds in the room to two. Raleigh and myself. Before he can activate his bloodbeat, I will him to slam against the wall, causing him to slump to the ground motionless. A pity. I had hoped it would not come to this. In the wall across from me, frozen in ice, I can see the monstrous eye of a dragon. The sight of a real, living dragon send shivers down my spine and brings a long lost smile to my tired expression. After a decade of trying, I can finally fulfil my destiny. Gazing upon the magnificent creature, doubt flickers in the recesses of my mind. But I did not come here to look at the king of dragons, I came here to be its master. Outstretching the palm of my hand in the direction of the Ice, I invoke a simple spell.
"Shatter."
