Chapter 424 No Longer Chained By The World

Chapter 424 No Longer Chained By The World

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The moment the drop touched Raziel's skin, it shot into his glabella, and his eyes widened to their extremities.

As the drop of blood merged with Raziel's being, his body convulsed violently, collapsing to the ground. "AARGHHHH!!!"

Agonizing pain coursed through him, his skin flushing a deep red. He writhed and squirmed, a guttural cry of pain escaping his lips. His eyes and mouth emitted fumes, a sign of the intense internal struggle as his body felt like it was burning from within. He could feel his organs and nerves boiling up and about to melt inside him. His skin was scalding hot, as if they were about to burn up in flames any moment.

As a vampire, it was common knowledge that their blood's greatest weakness was flames, incapable of withstanding its heat. And so he wondered if he really could merge the bloodforce of the most powerful dragon whose flames had the power to burn the entire world.

Coughing up blood, Raziel was on the brink of succumbing to the overwhelming torment.

Drakaris's voice, deep and steady, resonated in Raziel's mind, urging him, "Do not give in to the pain," the voice 08:50

instructed, "Harness your inner strength, endure this trial. It could take you months or years, but think of why you are enduring this agony."

Raziel's mind was a whirlwind of pain and desperation, barely able to focus. Yet, he clung to the memories of his mother, Selene, and his people—their faces, their voices, the unjust and brutal end they met at the hands of the werewolves. These memories, these images of suffering and loss, fueled his resolve, igniting a cold determination within him to survive and seek vengeance.

As he concentrated on these memories, the pain began to forge a new resolve within him. Each image of their demise steeled his will, transforming his anguish into a weapon of inner strength. He can't succumb now and let down his people. He remembered the promise he made to his mother and Selene. He has to live to keep those promises.

Raziel's hands pressed against the cold, hard ground, his knuckles white as he concentrated. He closed his eyes, focusing on the new, unfamiliar sensation coursing through his veins. The ground beneath him began to tremble subtly as he channeled his power.

Dust particles and small rocks started to levitate around him, swirling in a dance of defiance against gravity. The earth itself seemed to respond to his will, shaking under the immense force he was exerting.

With a swift flow of energy, magnificent crimson wings with sharp bony projections reminiscent of a dragon's sprouted from his back. They unfurled majestically, stretching out to their full, impressive span. *BOOM!*

And with a thunderous boom, he embraced his newfound power as he shot upwards.

The force of his ascent sent shockwaves rippling through the air, distorting the atmosphere around him.

As he soared into the sky, Raziel felt an exhilarating sense of freedom and power. He was no longer the weak boy who helplessly suffered and watched everything he loved get destroyed; he was now a being of immense strength, soaring above the world that had once sought to crush him. With each beat of his mighty wings, he rose higher, piercing through the layers of dark clouds and crimson sky until the endless void of the cosmos enveloped him. Suspended in this void, he looked down upon his planet, now a mere crimson orb in the vastness of space. It lay in his vision, small and fragile, like a precious gem against the backdrop of an infinite universe.

Surrounded by the pitch-black nothingness, Raziel's enhanced vision could discern the distant, lifeless planets, their surfaces fractured and barren, drifting silently in the cosmic expanse. The blood moon and the sun, twin sentinels of his world, hung in the void, their presence both eerie and comforting.

Here, in the cold embrace of space, Raziel felt a profound sense of perspective. His world, for all its complexities and struggles, was but a tiny speck in an immeasurably vast cosmos. Yet, this realization did not diminish his connection to it; rather, it deepened his understanding of the preciousness of life that surrounded him once and the significance of the bonds he once shared.

Despite the void draining his mana, the omnipresent force of gravity coursing around him replenished his energy, maintaining a delicate balance. The sun's scorching heat, which would torment even the mightiest of beings, felt like a gentle warmth to Raziel. His new form, bestowed upon him by Drakaris, was more than just resilient—it was a harmony of power and endurance.

Gazing at what was once his home, a small patch of land stained with blood of his people and devoid of life, Raziel felt a surge of cold resolve. The magnitude of the universe did not dwarf his purpose; it only underscored the importance of what he held dear and what he must do.

His eyes narrowed as he focused on the domain of the Bloodclaw Clan. With a renewed sense of purpose and a cold, dark determination in his eyes, Raziel's figure accelerated, descending from the cosmos like a comet, hurtling back toward his world. He was no longer just a survivor of a cruel fate; he was its master, a force of retribution and change, ready to confront the ones who destroyed his world.