Draimon: Fracture: Erasend- Book 1: Deascension

Chapter 12: Explosion

I woke to claws gently grasping my body and a voice.

"How can you use core artes."

"Core what?" I asked, my voice droopy "well, I did so, yeaaaaaaaah, you can not tell me what to, I choose what me do, you stinky." I lost control of my body and dangled my limbs; I looked down to see a giant thorn and normal ones, too many to count. "Wow, you strong, that a lot of thorns."

"My, you are worse than I thought," I heard and felt something else, something curl around me.

 "Stay still and breathe; you do not have much elemental energy, so it will not take long to recover," I did what the voice said and felt my energy return.

"It that you, Thorn-wing? I asked, my voice still heavy.

"Yes, but stay still. If you used a slither more, your core would have shattered, and you would become a Core-torn," the Wyvern said.

"Huh, well, I am not going anywhere," I said, as Thorn-wing flew back to the battle and continued firing his thorns at the Wyrm-torn and dodging its attacks. I looked down and was shocked by thousands of Dragons, specks of green, yellow and brown, disappearing with swipes of the tentacles.

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Below the Dragons threw themselves at the titan Devourer, but to no avail. Those who went close lasting mere seconds at a time, their cores plucked from their shells by the blades along the tentacles. Their bodies became Core-torn, though they did not attack, instead walking into the Wyrm-torn. Their husked minds overpowered by the Wyrm Devourer's.

Those who did not die instantly sacrificed themselves their cores using their reaming energy and more to annihilate all flesh around. Those who stayed back, which many did were not safe. The thick tendrills were too long and could reach any Dragon. When they attacked, theirs were negated by the Wyrm-torn's own, overpowering every attack. The last Dragon to get close lasted longer than the others. The bipedal Dragon, one with only two arms, head, and tail, blocked the tentacles with an acid shield. The acid dissolved the flesh that touched it, but the mass quickly regrew the two-arm breathed a stream of green acid onto the Wyrm-torn, destroying it but the flesh constantly regenerating.

Arms fell upon the shield, but the Dragon did not stop; the Dragon only made it bigger and stronger. Not wanting the sever the tentacles and unleash them upon her cousins, brothers and sisters, she walked into the Wyrm-torn, the body regenerating behind her trapping her in as she destroyed it from the inside. After losing too many, the Dragons finally retreated, focusing on defending from the might beams fired from the heads along the body.

"We can not kill it; that is why Wyrms and our queen are coming. They have deemed this enough a threat to awaken," I heard Thorn-wing say, "though we need to weaken it first. If not, they may die."

"What are you planning then? I replied.

"Our cores contain raw, elemental energy, which you just used for that core beam. This energy flows through our bodies into a form we can use."