Sign In To The Body Of Chaos At The Start-Chapter 75: Exploring the Dragon Clan!

The gentle chime of the wind-crystals faded behind them as Astralene stood and gave Damon one last lingering look.

"I’ll be going now," she said, slipping her fingers through a constellation-shaped brooch on her waist. With a soft flash, the Book of Destiny appeared once more in her hand. "If I’m to be of use to you, I must reclaim the power I had before I was sealed. I’ve slumbered too long. The stars within me must burn once again."

Damon nodded, "You’ll find it again. I’m sure of it."

Her eyes twinkled, and for a moment, that confident smirk returned to her lips, "Of course I will. I’m not the kind of woman who lets fate outpace me."

And with that, she turned and walked away, light trailing behind her form like a comet’s tail, leaving Damon alone beneath the terrace.

He exhaled and stood up, looking around the Dragon Clan’s vast estate, a sprawl of towering structures, crystalline towers shaped like coiled dragons, wide courtyards carved into mountaintops, and lakes of glowing mana beneath floating isles.

It was his first time here, so he had never explored this place before, and that would change today. He brushed off any dust off his cloak and looked around, deciding to pick one of the cardinal points.

Choosing East, Damon walked in that direction, setting off on a winding pathway from the central palace.

Walking through the Eastern part of the estate, Damon saw a-lot of unique things. First, he saw the BlackSmithing Area, where weapons were made out of the blood and bones of slain monsters.

The BlackSmiths were mostly all Elder Dragons, with only around 7 younger dragons who were obviously disciples learning the craft. They all immediately realized who he was and greeted him, and he greeted them back, continuing on.

The deeper Damon traveled into the Clan’s territory, the more surreal the landscape became.

Craggy peaks speared the sky like jagged teeth, surrounded by crimson clouds and flowing rivers of molten mana. On the crimson clouds were Dragons, in their natural form in a deep sleep.

Floating platforms also hovered lazily in the air, each anchored by gravity-defying formations. The Formations served different purposes once inspected by Damon’s <Eye of Oblivion>

Some of the formations were for protection, some were for gathering more Mana, some were for sound blocking, so the intense sounds across the estate didn’t make it jarring for anyone.

Crystals the size of carriages shimmered with stored magic essence, and towering statues of ancient Dragonkin stared down with hollow, glowing eyes.

Eventually, Damon reached a large cliffside that overlooked a wide valley.

And in that valley... a sight worthy of legends unfolded before him.

Dozens of massive dragons, bigger than any creature Damon could’ve seen back on Earth were there, roaring and soaring through the sky. Some of them breathed plumes of fire, ice, lightning, and other more exotic elements like ShadowFlame or Void Mist.

Below them, hundreds of Dragons in Human Form practiced their Magic, their bodies shifting between partial transformations and full Draconic forms with ease.

From one of the cliffsides, a pair of younger clansmen soared through the air, racing each other on wings of crystal-blue flame, laughing with carefree pride.

Other warriors performed group drills, creating formations where magic and martial prowess intertwined seamlessly.

After watching for a while, Damon left and continued onwards on the path until he found himself near one of the largest outdoor training arenas.

It was a wide, open space surrounded by tiered stone seating. Mana suppression towers lined the perimeter, keeping magical outbursts contained.

There were at least fifty or sixty youths gathered, some younger than Damon, others older, all of them focused and hard at work.

But the moment Damon stepped into view, the energy of the place subtly shifted.

Heads turned towards him, and whispers immediately began to ripple across the crowd like wildfire as they recognized him.

"Is that him?"

"No way, that’s Damon Flandre... Malik’s son?"

"He’s actually real?"

"He looks... normal. Not very dragon-like, huh?"

"Are you a dumbass, he’s half Demon. I wonder what his Dragon form looks like."

Damon ignored the murmurs, walking forward with the confidence of someone who didn’t need validation. His cloak fluttered behind him, revealing the faint shimmer of the in his gaze, subtle, yet unmistakable to those sensitive to power.

But not everyone was content to just whisper.

A tall youth with black hair and molten gold eyes stepped forward from the center of the arena.

His build was powerful, and draconic scales shimmered along his forearms and jawline. His aura radiated strength, not just in magic, but raw physical power as well.

"Well, well, well," the young man said, his voice loud enough for all to hear, "Look what the Abyss coughed up."

The crowd went quiet.

Damon’s gaze flicked toward him, "And you are?"

"Leiron Vexflare," the man said proudly, folding his arms. "Captain of the Third Combat Division among Dragon Clan heirs. Son of the Great Elder Vexflare. And someone who doesn’t appreciate an outsider parading around like a true heir."

Damon’s expression remained flat, "Is this how you greet every guest?"

Leiron smirked, tapping his foot against the ground, "Not every guest. Just the ones whose birthright is... questionable."

There was a tension in the air now, electricity crackling between the two figures.

"You want something?" Damon asked simply.

Leiron’s grin sharpened, "A friendly duel. Nothing fatal. We’re all family here, after all."

The crowd murmured in excitement.

"Is he serious?"

"He’s going to challenge him?"

"Does Leiron know who he’s messing with?"

"I heard he fought Abyssals with his bare hands!"

But Damon simply shrugged. "Fine. If you want a lesson that badly, I’ll oblige."

The arena’s suppression towers flared to life, casting an energy dome over the battlefield.

Leiron cracked his knuckles, "Don’t blink."

Damon didn’t move, just smiling as he stared at his challenger.

~BOOM!~

Leiron shot forward like a meteor, flame and wind swirling around his fists. His arms morphed mid-air, scales thickening as his claws extended and his pupils narrowed into slits.

But just as his strike was about to land, Damon raised a hand.

"Come," he whispered, calling forth his World Spirit. A golden portal erupted in the air beside him, and with a sudden flash of ethereal light, a creature emerged.

It was a unicorn.

Standing nearly ten feet tall at the shoulder, the creature’s coat shimmered like molten starlight. Its mane and tail were woven from liquid flame, cascading in slow motion as though submerged in water. Its horn, impossibly long and curved with divine precision, pulsed with silver runes. And from its hooves trailed echoes of the stars themselves.

The crowd went silent.

Even Leiron froze.

"The Ethereal Spirit World..." someone whispered, voice shaking.

"Impossible," another said.

"That’s a unicorn from the Divine Lineage!""

The unicorn whinnied softly, its sapphire eyes gleaming with cosmic intelligence.

Leiron landed hard, staring in disbelief. "You... summoned from the Ethereal Realm?"

Damon remained still, "His name is Ezreal."

Ezreal took a step forward, and Leiron’s World Spirit, a crimson-scaled wyvern, exploded out of its summoning ring with a burst of fire, snarling in aggression.

But the moment Ezreal looked at it,

~BOOM!~

The wyvern crashed backward, flattened by an unseen wave of pressure. Not even a spell. Just the sheer presence of Ezreal had sent the wyvern crashing down.

Ezreal didn’t even flick his tail.

Leiron staggered. "Tch...!"

Damon raised his hand once more. A shadow rippled into existence, and from the void emerged a crimson scythe with a black core, etched with countless runes, its blade whispering the names of those it had slain.

BloodReaper.

Leiron, fueled by his pride and desperation, roared and launched himself towards Damon, his body expanding, wings erupting from his back and his skin hardening with reinforced draconic plating.

~BOOM~BOOM~BOOM~BOOM!~

Leiron charged like a cannonball wreathed in flame, the stone tiles beneath his feet cracking with the sheer force of his speed. Fire exploded from his gauntlets as he punched forward, aiming a meteor-fist at Damon’s skull.

However, Damon didn’t move, instead lifting his finger and muttering a spell.

At the last moment, he lifted a single finger and muttered a spell.

"[ Void Circle: Event Inversion ]."

The space around Damon shimmered, and Leiron’s punch suddenly reversed, his own momentum being turned against him. He flipped backward mid-air, crashing down several meters away in a heap of embers and confusion.

"What the hell?!" Leiron cursed, rising quickly, flames igniting around his arms again.

Damon stepped forward, calm and effortless, his eyes glowing faintly with the power of the <Eyes of Oblivion>.

"You’re too predictable."

With a flick of his wrist, Damon summoned a trio of spinning black runes that orbited around his body.

"[ Blood Sigil: Trifold Surge ]."

From the sigils, three crimson blades shot forward, zigzagging through the air with razor precision.

Leiron dodged one, blocked the second, but the third curved behind him, slicing into his shoulder before detonating in a controlled burst of compressed blood mana.

Leiron staggered, part of his scale-armor cracked.

"You’re using blood magic?" he snarled in annoyance, feeling the blood mana beginning to corrode his own magic power.

Damon tilted his head. "Among other things."

Leiron roared in fury, slamming his hands together before smashing them down onto the floor as he roared a spell of his own.

"[ Draconic Rite: Crimson Incineration! ]"

A swirling tornado of dragonfire spiraled upward, engulfing half the arena in blazing heat. The crowd backed away, shielding themselves as the flames roared sky-high.

"Burn in hell!" Leiron shouted through the vortex as the attack lunged at Damon.

But just when it was about to hit, the flames seemingly...bent?

They folded, and collapsed inward, leaving Damon completely untouched, a glowing glyph rotating beneath his feet.

" [ Glyph of Thermal Redirection ]," he said plainly.

The fire spun around him like harmless silk, absorbed into the spell matrix he had placed preemptively.

Leiron’s expression faltered, while Damon raised his left hand, grabbing BloodReaper that dripped with phantom blood.

At the same time, Ezreal whinnied and summoned a glowing circle of starlight that buffed Damon’s speed and reflexes by a factor of three.

Damon blurred forward.

Leiron barely had time to react before Damon reappeared at his flank, swinging BloodReaper in a perfect arc.

The scythe didn’t cut deep, Damon held back, but the strike carried explosive blood magic that detonated on impact, knocking Leiron skyward.

Midair, Leiron gasped and extended his hand.

"Ignis, defend me!"

His wyvern, Ignis, having recovered from Ezreal’s attack, roared and dove in to intercept Damon.

But Ezreal raised his head calmly, eyes glowing with divine intent.

One single celestial stomp, and Ignis’ wings folded in submission, it’s roar choked in its throat as divine pressure crushed it, leaving the wyvern crashed onto the floor beside Leiron.

All the while, Damon suddenly appeared above Leiron mid-flight and extended his free hand.

" [ Blood Thread Bindings ]."

Threads of blood shot out, forming an intricate web of rune-bound chains that wrapped around Leiron’s limbs mid-air, locking him in place like a marionette.

"[ Dragonbane Field: Crimson Veil ]."

A secondary spell cast from beneath Leiron’s feet burst upward, a field specifically designed to disrupt dragonic mana. Leiron screamed as his scales flickered and his elemental control weakened.

"This is... impossible!"

With one swift downward slash of BloodReaper, Damon struck through the bindings, slicing them apart and sending Leiron hurtling to the ground, landing hard on one knee.

He coughed blood, panting heavily as he tried to hold himself up on shaky legs, the pride in his eyes was shattered, not by humiliation, but by sheer comprehension of the gap between him and Damon.

The crowd, which had gone deathly quiet during the final exchange, now broke into whispers.

"That wasn’t a fight..."

"He toyed with him."

"Damon’s control of magic is unreal. He wasn’t even trying."

Leiron wiped blood from his mouth and looked up at Damon, his earlier arrogance now burned away, replaced by begrudging respect.

"You... really are a monster," he muttered. "But maybe... that’s what we need."

Damon turned and walked away, Ezreal trailing behind him like a myth incarnate. The crowd parted instinctively, some lowering their heads, others stepping back with awe and fear.

And from the high balcony above, hidden behind mana-veil glass, Antares Flandre watched in silence, his fists clenched so tightly his nails drew blood.

The prodigy had returned alive.

And he was far, far more dangerous than anyone had expected.

***

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