Tbate - Making A Much Lighter Path

Chapter 41 - Aura and Rizz

"Sylvie, stand by for now. I'll take him on my own" I declared to which my bond let out a protest.

'you can't!'

"This is your first time facing a scythe right? Where does your confidence come from?" Dragoth grinned.

This scythe is definitely more dangerous than the likes of Nico, it would be a waste if Sylvie were to immediately join our fight.

'You haven't even broke through Sylvia's seal yet, Sylv. You will fail to keep up with our fight, just..'

'So what?! I-'

Sylv.

I turned towards Dragoth while releasing two primordial orbs inside my dimensional ring.

[Windeliera]

[Gravi Shift]

Windeliera and Gravi Shift lit up in a color of green and brown respectively, which indicates the activation of the two spell bombs. It's the first time that I will be using spell bombs in battle like this.

(Spellbombs and Primordial Spells are the same by the way)

'You can only join me once i've weaken Dragoth enough to the point that you can easily follow his movements. For now, just standby.' Sylvie finally nodded.

"You know why I'm confident? It's because I know one fact that you're not the strongest scythe, you might even be the weakest." I spat, which seems to piss the scythe.

"Why is that?"

"The earliest Scythe to appear is the weakest whilst the later are stronger, final bosses are the strongest after all."

[Realmheart]

I immediately activated my beast will.

The air crackled with anticipation, thick with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of blood. Dragoth’s shadow stretched, obscuring the sun, his presence a palpable weight pressing down on me. I initiated the assault with a flurry of lightning-fast strikes, each enhanced by gravity, targeting his exposed joints.

He barely flinched and grinned instead, his massive form absorbing the blows like a sandbag.

But his mockery did not last as an ice spike aimed at his back.

A warhammer manifests on his right hand, then is coated by black air which seems to be the vitra art they call void wind. He countered with a sweeping blow. The force of the impact sending tremors through the ground that threatened to crack the very earth beneath my feet. I managed to leap back, easily avoiding a fatal hit with the help of the air surrounding my body.

With Windeliera active, may control over the wind may be comparable to the likes of aya or Camus. But of course, I still can't use the sound deviant.

Withdrawing Dawn's Ballad, I retaliated with a precise slash of blue flame, aiming for his neck. The flames, intensified by a surge of Aether, erupted from my fingertips, a searing torrent of energy designed to overwhelm his senses.  The heat was intense, a wave of pure fire that threatened to consume him.

But Dragoth, with a contemptuous flick of his wrist, deflected my blade with effortless ease. The fire dissipated harmlessly around him, leaving only the lingering smell of ozone and burnt air.  His skin shimmered, untouched by the intense heat. His indifference was definitely starting to piss me off. My eyes glowed yellow.

[Lightning Impulse]

Undeterred, I followed up with a volley of ice shards, each imbued with the chilling power of amplified gravity. Thousands of shards, each sharp as a razor and crackling with power, rained down upon him, a blizzard of ice and lightning designed to pierce his defenses.  The shards struck his form with a deafening crash, a blizzard of freezing energy that threatened to encase him in a prison of ice.  But the ice shattered against his seemingly impenetrable hide, the fragments dispersing and leaving only a few scratches. His massive hand swatted aside the remaining shards with contemptuous ease, his movements surprisingly agile for his size.