All Chapters of Wielder Of The Dragon Flame : Chapter 471
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Chapter 470
Her eyes moved to Wabash.And she paused.Just for a moment. But a real pause, the specific pause of someone whose calculation has arrived at a number they weren't expecting.‘’’The vessel.’’’ She thought. ‘’’He's different from the others. The Phantom Sovereign in him isn't…’’’She read the aura again, more carefully. ‘’’It isn't partial. It isn't the half-presence of a vessel still growing into the connection.’’’She looked at the green eyes. At the complete, settled authority of the dragon sitting behind them. ‘’’He has the full completion of a dragon vessel power. Every part of it. The seal is fully integrated.’’’She looked at both of them together.‘’’The ladybug and the completed vessel.’’’She thought.‘’’Interesting.’’’…………….Behind her, at the base of the cracked wall, Flora's hands were still pressed against Asta's chest.***The flame healing technique was running warm and steady.And Asta was not moving.Not yet.………………..Jabber crossed the room slowly.Every step had
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The flame settled, not extinguishing, just finding its resting level, the glow of it sitting at a steady, breathing warmth across the full surface of what she was now wearing. She stood up straight, and the uniform moved with her the way things move when they were made specifically for the person wearing them, nothing shifting out of place, nothing catching or pulling.She looked at Wabash."Yeah." She said again, quieter this time. Just for him. "I'm sure."Wabash looked at her for a moment.Something crossed his face, not doubt, not assessment, just something private and real that he didn't name and didn't need to.He nodded once.………….Across the room, Dero was watching.She had watched the whole transformation without moving, without speaking, without any change in her expression beyond the slight, attentive quality of someone observing something they are deciding how to categorise.She looked at the uniform.At the amber plates, the arm guards, the flame-trimmed cloak. At the
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She stepped over one. Around another. Moving through the cage with the fluid, unhurried ease of someone navigating a space they find mildly inconvenient but not actually problematic.But navigating it meant moving.And moving meant direction.And Egries was already reading the direction.She came in from the left,the side the cage geometry had pushed Dero toward, the side she had known Dero would be pushed toward because she and Wabash had placed the anchor points to push her there. The spear came in low and fast, not at the center of mass but at the legs, the ankle, the point of balance.“"Legendary Form — Amber Rush."”The flame on the spear blade surged, amber deepening to near-white at the very tip, the speed of the technique adding to the speed of the thrust, the two things combining into something that moved faster than either would have alone.It reached Dero.Dero's hand came down and caught the shaft.Not the tip, the shaft, four inches back from where the blade would have a
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Irritation.Small. Real. The specific irritation of someone who has been made to move when they had not planned to move, who has been given a problem they had filed as trivial and found it fractionally less trivial than anticipated.She rolled one shoulder slowly.Then the other.The grey flame came back up around her hands,not the small, contained version she had been using, not the casual output of someone who is operating well within their range. This was bigger. Deeper. The grey burning darker and colder at the edges, the air around her hands dropping in temperature visibly, the specific quality of someone who has been given a reason to stop holding back and has decided to use it.She looked at them both.And the expression on her face said, with complete clarity and no need for words, that what had just happened was the end of one phase of this and the beginning of another.…………………..Egries's shoulder was burning cold where the grey flame had hit.Wabash's hands were still up, s
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"No.” He said.Asta looked at him."You are not weak." The Emperor Dragon said. "What you are is untapped." He crouched down,lowering himself to Asta's level with the slow, deliberate movement of something that didn't need to crouch but was choosing to, so that the next thing it said would be said at the right distance. "There is a difference between weak and unrealised. Weak means there is nothing there. Unrealised means there is something there that has not yet been called on in the right way."He looked at Asta directly."You have not been weak." He said.“A single day of your life."Asta looked at him."Then why did she put me in a wall?" He said."Because you tried to fight her at a fraction of what you are." The Emperor Dragon said simply. "Because you walked into that with what you have practised and what you have trained, which is real and which is considerable, and none of it accounts for what has not been practised yet. What has not been called on yet." He held his
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She was lying half in his arms, looking up at the ceiling, her chest working hard, the legendary uniform's flame at its lowest yet, flickering, uncertain, the way a fire flickers when the fuel is nearly gone."I've got you.” Wabash said.His voice was quiet and direct and completely certain.She looked at his face above her."Wabash…""I've got you." He said again.Across the room, Dero was watching.She looked at Egries on the ground. At Wabash holding her. At the specific way Wabash's attention had moved, the completed vessel's full focus shifted away from the fight and onto the person in his arms.‘’’Ah.’’’She thought.She looked at the two of them.‘’’She's out of flame aura.’’’She registered it with the flat clarity of someone reading a number. The slight dark curve came back to her mouth. ‘’’And the vessel is distracted.’’’She raised her hand.The grey flame formed above her palm, not the contained, testing version she had been using through the fight. Something longer. So
Chapter 476:The Emperor Dragon Vessel-form one
Wabash was still on the floor.His arms were around Egries, her weight against him, the stone cold under both of them. He hadn't moved since the sound of the plunge, that specific, final sound that had filled the chamber and sat in the air after itself and in the second after it he had opened his eyes expecting to find something terrible and had found Asta instead.He was still looking at him.Asta was standing with his back to them, facing Dero, his left hand still raised, the grey spike sitting perfectly still in his scaled palm, the cold flame of it contained and patient. The sword in his right hand was lowered now, the blade dark with what it had done, the tip almost touching the stone floor.His left side still carried the scale.Still carried the gold eye.Still carried the specific, impossible reality of two natures occupying one body and neither of them apologising for the other's existence.Egries was looking at him.She was lying in Wabash's arms with her legendary uniform d
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"A Perfect Vessel is different. A Perfect Vessel doesn't hold the flame. They become the flame. There is no container and contents anymore, just one thing, integrated so completely that the separation stops being meaningful." He paused. "Asta is not holding the Emperor Dragon. He is not a jar with the Emperor Dragon poured into it. He is…""Both." Egries said quietly."Both.” Wabash confirmed. "At the same time. Completely."Egries looked at the scale running down Asta's left side.At the two eyes."You said you aren't." She said."I'm not.” Wabash said. The honesty in it was simple and without self-pity. "I'm a complete vessel. The Phantom Sovereign and I are fully integrated in the sense that there's no conflict between us, no fighting for control, no distance. But I am still me and the dragon is still the dragon." He looked at Asta. "What Asta is… I don't think I will ever be that. I don't think it was meant for me." He paused. "I think it was only ever meant for one pe
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She looked at the form he was wearing, the scale on his left side, the two eyes, the specific quality of the flame coming off him that she had registered the moment he stepped between her and the other two and hadn't fully processed until now. ‘’’His aura when he walked into this room was one thing. What I am looking at right now is something else entirely.’’’She looked at the gold eye.At the scale.At the way he was walking, not charging, not rushing, just walking, with the specific unhurried certainty of something that has already decided how the next few minutes are going to go and is simply arriving at them.‘’’That form.’’She thought. ‘’’I have seen that form before.’’’The thought arrived with more weight than she expected.She pulled at the memory, reached back through everything she carried, all the years and all the fights and all the things that had happened in the spaces between them and found something at the very back of it.A flash,a brief and sharp one.A figure, s
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The ground under her feet cracked further.The crack spread across the stone in the same direction Asta was walking.He kept walking.The crack reached his foot. He stepped over it without looking down.Dero looked at him.Then she moved.…………….The speed was the thing.There was the speed of trained fighters, which was impressive and real and the product of years of deliberate work, and then there was this, the speed of something that existed at a different level of physics, where the space between positions was not traversed so much as abandoned and reoccupied.She was in front of him.Not moved to be in front of him. Just there.The first strike came in at his face, the specific angle of something aimed to end the conversation immediately, no preamble, no testing, straight to the finishing blow.Asta leaned.Half an inch to the left. His head moved and the strike passed the side of his face so close the displacement of air from it moved his hair.She was already pulling the second