Capítulo 22: Frost Wyvern
Wyvern, who were they? They were mythical creatures that had two legs and a tiny body shape with wings and pointy tails. They were a species of dragon-like creature that was weaker, smaller, and less intelligent than actual dragons, had animalistic inclinations, and served as apex predators.
Aizel had seen and read about wyverns in anime and novels. They were terrible monsters, and he never imagined the day would come when he would have to fight one to defend his life.
It stood about 20 feet tall, had a wingspan of about 25 feet, and was pure white with a blue tinge on its scales. It was slashing the air with its rapid, small body, compared to an actual dragon, and was heading straight toward Aizel.
Aizel took a long breath to calm himself before pulling the blade from the ring. He directed mana from the surroundings towards the sword, his arms, and legs bracing for impact.
He held the sword with both hands and shouted loudly, "Let's dance, motherfucker."
Rooaaaarrr....
The wyvern collided directly with Aizel's blade, and the force of the hit was so great that Aizel flew like a kite.
The sword had little cracks from the collision, which was so powerful that even the sword struggled. Aizel's hand trembled in pain as he continued to roll into the ground as a result of the collision.
He came to a halt in a few seconds and felt pain all over his body, panting slightly as he observed the wyvern, who was now proudly standing like a statue with a smirk on his face.
"Is this fucker mocking me?" Aizel didn't know what to say; the legendary creature was actually feeling proud after winning a strength contest with a tiny human.
Aizel spotted some minor cracks in his sword. "It will undoubtedly break in this fight."
Aizel re-sheathed his sword and assumed the drawing stance while he teased the wyvern to come to him with one hand.
Roaarrr... the wyvern took flight again, howling and flying straight toward him. Apparently, he was offended by the mockery.
"Here it comes," Aizel murmured while manipulating mana and imagining the sword skill from a famous game he used to play.
The air around him became sharp and dense as he concentrated. The wyvern noticed something different but still headed straight in his direction.
As the wyvern approached, Aizel drew his sword as quickly as he could, and a crescent-shaped slash shot right into the wyvern.
But the wyvern escaped the slash by gliding in the left direction, and just as the beast was ready to roar, another crescent-shaped slash flew right toward him and slashed his leg.
The slash produced a few sparks when it struck the wyvern's scales, leaving barely a minor mark. But, another slash was sent at the creature.
The Wyvern was dodging slashes in the air one after the other, yet some were merely leaving minor marks on his body. Aizel was standing still, slashing with one hand, one after the other.
His deep, dark black eyes were fixed on the wyvern, and his crescent-shaped cuts shot in every direction, but it wasn't enough.
"Mana enhancing isn't enough, mages like Larisa had a chance against this fucking monster, how am I expected to defeat it?"
Aizel realized he couldn't do much like that, so he started fleeing while the wyvern was busy.
"This fucking trial, I don't think that wyvern just wants to defeat me; that fucker wants to eat me."
When the wyvern observed his prey fleeing, he roared and began following him.
Wyvern sailed into the air as the mana around him began to gather around his body. Medium-sized icicle spikes began to form as he launched them toward the Aizel.
"Even that creature can use magic, holy sh*t." Aizel's face went horrified as he rushed at full speed, dodging the spikes that were coming towards him.
Aizel was narrowly avoiding the spike while pondering a solution to his current predicament.
He moved into the tiny woodland, hoping to find some trees to help him dodge the attack and take a breather. As Aizel rushed in a zigzag pattern towards the woodland, the trees and shrubs were completely covered with snow.
When Aizel discovered a little hole beneath the tree root to hide in, the spikes began crushing the trees and branches.
"Damn, I need to figure out how to get out of here quickly," Aizel thought as he panted heavily and looked away from the hole where the wyvern was.
The Wyvern was flying over the woods, staring down at the ground.
But then something weird happened: the wyvern's attack came to a halt, and his throat began to glow a light blue color.
"I am dead."
The wyvern opened his mouth and breathed the light blue color flame right into the woodlands, just as Aizel had said. The Frost Breath assault was so frigid that it froze and shattered everything it touched, including trees, plants, and the ground.
Roooaaarrrr.......
The Frost Wyvern roared in triumph as the entire region beneath was frozen and shattered.
But then a slash broke the tree, and a half-frozen man crawled out of the hole. His body was covered in frost, and his weapon was smashed into countless pieces.
Aizel survived by digging a little deeper into the dirt and enhancing himself with mana, but now he was at the mercy of the wyvern.
"S..oo..Co..ldddd" Aizel mumbled.
"I'm going to live; I'm going to kill that fucker; no one can stop me; it's cold; I need fire; I want to use fire like Larisa," Aizel thought while racking his brain for ways to use magic.
He began imagining fire, exactly as he had done with the mana and sword skills. In a few seconds, the frost on his body began to melt. Aizel was raising the heat within his body and around his surroundings with the help of mana.
As the temperature began to rise, steam began to form in the surrounding area. The wyvern watched the scene, waiting anxiously.
A man stood in the middle of the steam, cracking his neck and staring at the flying wyvern.
"Are you ready for round two, fucker?" The wyvern roared in answer, just as Aizel said.
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