Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 48: Evolving.(l)

Azvoid's breath came out in short, ragged gasps, clouds of frost swirling around his lips. His muscles ached, his body pushed to its limits. But beneath that searing pain, there was something else. Something... exhilarating.

The True Dragon's Ascension was a vicious, unforgiving process. It tore apart his weaknesses and hammered what remained into something stronger, purer. His physique, already bolstered by the Frost Emperor talent, now bore an edge that felt almost... draconic.

"Your essence is transforming, Azvoid," Noctis spoke, his voice darkly amused. "But not in the way I anticipated. It seems your bloodline isn't content with merely refining itself. It's... adapting."

"Adapting?" Azvoid questioned, his voice strained but curious as he obliterated another beast, the rush of energy feeding his bloodline with ravenous hunger.

"Yes. Instead of simply becoming a purer version of what it once was, your bloodline is evolving. Merging your original talents and those you've replicated to create something... unique. A deviation from the Primordial True Dragon Bloodline. This shouldn't be possible unless..." Noctis's tone turned sharp. "Unless your original talent is far more terrifying than we both realized."

Azvoid felt the chill of realization prickle down his spine. The Wielder of Chaos, his first and original talent, had always been a mystery. An anomaly even the system couldn't entirely classify.

And now, it was influencing his bloodline's very evolution.

"Guess I'm just full of surprises," Azvoid chuckled, though his eyes held a trace of concern. "But does it matter? As long as I get stronger, I don't care what form my bloodline takes."

Noctis laughed, a deep, echoing sound that carried both amusement and warning. "Oh, it matters, Azvoid. Because what you're doing isn't just evolving. It's creating something new. Something that even the most ancient bloodlines would consider unnatural."

Azvoid's eyes glinted with feral delight. "Good. That just means I'm heading in the right direction."

His fists clenched as he continued the massacre, each beast that fell adding more fuel to the raging inferno within him. The purification process grew more efficient, the energy drawn from each beast richer, more refined.

But there was something else. A faint, almost imperceptible resonance echoing within him. His bloodline, twisted and reshaped by the True Dragon's Ascension, was beginning to develop qualities that were not just draconic but... transcendent.

His Frost Dragon Sovereign Art grew fiercer with each kill, the air around him freezing into beautiful, lethal shards of ice with every movement. But there was more. Flickers of darkness intertwined with the frost, creating a deadly, harmonious blend. The Wielder of Chaos was feeding off the energy, reshaping the Frost Emperor talent into something new.

A name formed in his mind. An instinctive knowledge of what he was becoming.

Frost-Bound Abyssal Dragon Bloodline.

"Not bad," Azvoid smirked, a savage thrill coursing through him. "Looks like my bloodline is finally learning who's boss."

Noctis regarded him with something resembling pride. "You've taken the first step, but don't let your arrogance blind you. The Frost-Bound Abyssal Dragon Bloodline is only a fragment of what your potential holds. There's still more to uncover. And more trials to face."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Azvoid's grin widened. "Now, let's keep going. I can feel my bloodline craving more power. And who am I to deny it?"

His fists tightened, his aura flaring with a mixture of frost, darkness, and something far more sinister. Whatever was happening to his bloodline, Azvoid welcomed it with open arms.

The only thing on his mind was to conquer. To dominate. To rise above everything.

Azvoid's laughter echoed through the void, wild and uncontrollable. His bloodline was hungering for more, demanding destruction, power, and evolution. The taste of strength was addicting, and Azvoid was more than willing to indulge.

The desolate landscape of Shadow's Judgement stretched endlessly before him, its skies churning with dark, chaotic clouds. The ground trembled as beasts emerged from the shadows, their snarls vibrating through the air.

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Massive Voidscale Manticores roared as they charged him, their obsidian fur rippling with lethal energy, claws as sharp as myth-forged steel. Their eyes, crimson and merciless, locked onto him with feral hunger.

Azvoid didn't bother dodging. His entire body pulsed with the energy of the True Dragon's Ascension, his muscles burning, bones creaking, but the rush of power numbed the pain. His bloodline surged forward, yearning to devour.

He raised his arm and unleashed the Frost Dragon Sovereign Art.

A tidal wave of icy wrath exploded from his palm, freezing the first Manticore in mid-leap. Its furious snarl was cut short as its body shattered into glittering shards.

But the others weren't so easily defeated. They came from every direction, eyes burning with hatred. Their claws lashed out, slicing through the air with ferocity.

Azvoid grinned, his gaze wild. "Come on! Give me everything you've got!"

His Phantom Reflex allowed him to slip through their attacks like a shadow. Every time their claws swiped, he was already somewhere else, his movements untouchable and merciless.

But evasion alone wasn't enough. His fists glowed with a faint, frost-bound aura, darkness curling around it like living tendrils. With each strike, he combined the Frost Dragon Sovereign Art and Space Vector Master, warping space to amplify his attacks.

One punch shattered a Manticore's skull.

A kick obliterated another's chest, its heart frozen solid before it even hit the ground.

Azvoid's power was a nightmare given form.

But his bloodline wasn't satisfied. It craved more. Demanded more.

"Is this all?" Azvoid shouted, his eyes gleaming with madness. "Is this your best?! Pathetic!"

The ground quaked. Noctis's voice rumbled within his mind. "You're getting arrogant, Azvoid.And then the real nightmare emerged.

The shadows themselves coiled and twisted until a colossal beast materialized before him. Its body was an abomination of scales, blackened steel, and shadows so dense they seemed to devour light itself. Its head bore a crown of twisted, icy horns, and its eyes blazed with a frigid, merciless brilliance.

The Abyssal Dreadwyrm.

Its roar shattered the air, sending waves of terror crashing against Azvoid's mind. But instead of fear, it only ignited his bloodline's hunger.

"Now this... this is what I'm talking about!" Azvoid bellowed, his aura flaring with frost and chaos.

The beast lunged, its claws rending through the air with devastating force. Azvoid warped space, dodging by mere inches, the ground where he'd stood reduced to nothing but a frozen crater.

His fists ignited with power. The Frost Dragon Sovereign Art surged forward, mixed with the twisting energy of the Wielder of Chaos. His bloodline pulsed, the Frost-Bound Abyssal Dragon Bloodline molding the techniques into something... primal.

He launched himself at the Abyssal Dreadwyrm, fists crashing against its scaled hide. The beast roared, its fury only enhancing Azvoid's exhilaration. Every blow tore away more of its body, but it regenerated with frightening speed.

"More! Show me more!" Azvoid laughed, his madness and ambition entwined. His bloodline throbbed, each beat refining his body, transforming him.

He twisted space and reappeared above the beast's head, his hands clasped together, veins bulging as he summoned everything he had. A spear of pure, freezing darkness formed in his grip, its surface crackling with spatial distortions.

"Let's see how you like this!"

He hurled the spear down, and the world itself trembled. The air shattered, a vortex of cold and chaos tearing through the beast's defenses. Its agonized roar echoed across the wasteland as the spear impaled it, icy tendrils spreading throughout its body, locking it in place.

Azvoid landed softly on the trembling ground, his breathing ragged but his eyes blazing with triumph. His bloodline's hunger eased, a satisfied rumble echoing from deep within.

"Impressive," Noctis admitted, though his tone held caution. "But you're not finished yet. This was merely a fraction of what awaits."

Azvoid chuckled, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "Good. Because I'm just getting started."

But beneath the euphoria, he could feel something changing. His bloodline's evolution was far from over. And whatever awaited him at the end of this True Dragon's Ascension, it was bound to be something the world had never seen before...