***

Like a meteor, blue flames shot from the sky and became a path to the natural mountains that separated the western nations of United Sanctuary, Dragon Empire and Dark Zone. The blue flames quickly hit the mountain's snowy peaks, and formed a platform.

Walking down the staircase of fire, a draconic leader emerged from the clouds that lingered in the smooth blue sky. Once on the now watery tips of the mountains, the dragon firmly put a foot down, digging his heel into the gravel and rocks.

He began scaling down the mountains with his large claws and firm feet. Forces such as strong gales and the occasional storms of snow tried to interfere, but dragon's fires melted away the obstacles and icy pain.

There was no path, due to it being a remotely unexplored area of the sanctuary. Being on the outskirts, only the Shadow Paladin clan ever examined these mountains, but never this high. No life was there, thus was deemed useless.

However, while it was a treacherous and dangerous journey, there was one reason to scale to this height.

Once down a few hundred metres, the dragon was able to recover strength on a poorly forged path. It was crooked and narrow, with not much room for a dragon of his structure.

Tip-toeing and keeping his body slim, the dragon continued to press onwards, encircling the mountain. Looking up, he saw an icy entrance that cursed the belligerent jaws of a natural cave inside the mountain.

The dragon hugged the walls of the mountain, and began climbing up to the entrance only a few metres above him. Pulling himself up, he clambered onto the rocky platform at the jaws of the cave. He raised his hand, and released anguished blue flames that melted away the ice in his way.

At the gate of death, the leader bravely entered with his body smoking with blue fire. The crystallisation of stalactites and stalagmites melted away into milky puddles as the dragon crossed closer to the scent of power.

Despite it's meek entrance, the inside of the cave was far greater then the dragon who explored it. Squeezing past the narrow pathways, it lead into thicker and larger ones, with wide rooms adjacent to one another. The dragon was nothing but a speck in this cave.

The Progenitor Dragon of United Sanctuary - the guardian of the nation, awakened from it's slumber due to an unknown singularity - existed only in this cave with bundles of crystals. It lived in the furthest room from the entrance, which was where the fire-clad dragon was headed towards.

Upon seeing the Progenitor Dragon laying flat on it's stomach with each of it's golden banded arms by it's side, the fire-clad dragon took hold of the handle of his sword that was tied onto his back with drapes of old bandages.

Stepping into the guardian's room, he drew the sword audibly, revealing the rich claret colour, and curved shape of the blade. The Progenitor Dragon, who was thousands of times larger then the opposition, kept it's eyes closed regardless.

Opening up with a declaration of war, the claret grim reaper released anguished blue flames at the Progenitor Dragon, who responded with a shield of mana that clashed against the flames.

At that moment, a holy aura began radiating from the slumbering white dragon, and began to fight against the bright fire that the power hungry dragon spewed.

Undeniably, the two superpowers of United Sanctuary, the Progenitor Dragon of Total Purity, and the tortured soul of the Supremacy Dragon fought, not with weapons, but their intimidating aura of mana.

Agnos, the Progenitor Dragon, did not move an inch. The myriad of light was enough to force Claret Sword Dragon, the Supremacy Dragon, away from approaching him. But the tortured dragon stepped forward, utilising his own magical aura to fight against the Progenitor Dragon's intense mana.

Even if the cave was below 0 degrees, the temperature felt like a blazing summer day instead. Claret's palms that gripped his scythe-like sword became clammy.

The distance between the two superpowers slowly closed, and Claret took another heavy step forward. With a suppressed roar, he raised his sword above his head.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!"

The bullish battle cry resounded, and the sword swung down.

Blood red plasma released from the sword, and cut through the aura of mana that fought against one another for so long, and ignited the cave's crystals on fire.

Melting into aquamarine puddles, the blue flames let off a thick smokescreen.

With another cleave of his sword, and an enraged heave, the smoke was cut down the middle. Sparks of plasma electrified the spacious room.

Claret Sword Dragon's face was washed over with blue flames so hot, they looked like it would turn white. His eyes, hidden behind flames, released an even menacing gaze then before.

The scent of powerful mana lingered in the warm air.

Agnos rose up from it's lying position, spreading out six feathered wings. His tail flapped and his eyes opened.

Just like the crystal puddles hardening on the ground, they were a dark aquamarine. Claret smiled pridefully at this.

Flying in a circular motion around the room, a golden magical circle formed behind Agnos, and six beams of light circled around it.

"Kriiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

In an instant, all six beams fired without warning.

Claret narrowed his eyes, puffed his chest and swung his sword back like a baseball bat. As each beam of light hunted him down like a heat seeking missile, Claret simply swung his sword horizontally, not hitting anything.

Instead, a gust of wind was created, and turned into a fierce firewall that blocked the light from ever reaching Claret.

Upon contact with the bubbling blue wall, the light exploded midair, creating more smoke and sparks. Plasma from the swing radiated off Claret's body, before Agnos sent another wave of light at Claret Sword.

The cycle of light and fire colliding continued, with Claret Sword Dragon being put on the defensive. Agnos had complete dominance, giving not even a split second for Claret to take a breath from parrying away deathly attacks.

Sweat began to build up on Claret, and it became uncomfortable under his thick armour made out of fire. Even so, he continued to slash, taking one step closer to the dragon each time.

Patience was the key to Claret's strategy. Being the gatekeeper of Agnos' escape route, the entrance, he pressured Agnos into two options: run away from the fight, or fight until Claret was dead.

With the first option inaccessible, Agnos chose to attack Claret in consecutive waves. The display of power earlier made Agnos recognise Claret wasn't a foolish tyrant, but that he was an experienced warlord.

Agnos dipped down to get more accurate and powerful shots of lights in, circling around Claret Sword who stood in the middle of the whirlwind of flashing lights and swirling white.

The gap between the two was reduced to about three metres. Agnos' light blasts became more concentrated and accurate, while Claret's wall of flames became thicker and grew in surface area.

Despite Agnos' increase of strength, Claret's defence was unbreakable, and Agnos failed to put a single scratch on even his armour. No damage, whatsoever.

It was an impeccable defence against the unrelenting, unforgiving, and unstoppable attacks.

Two metres. Claret closed in, and tilted his sword ever so slightly while defending.

One metre. The distance was closer then ever before.

Agnos was caught by Claret's trap. With the supremacy dragon blocking his path of flying, Agnos changed trajectory, shooting upwards and gliding against the smooth, watery walls of the cave.

In an instant, Claret looked up at the Progenitor Dragon with his sword raised above his head.

Then, a surge of blue flames exploded from the ceiling, scorching Agnos in a fire that burnt it's feathers and recoiled the dragon's wings. The crest that fired light dissipated into traces of mana, while the huge dragon fell to the floor.

Writhing in pain, the Progenitor Dragon squealed as it rolled on the floor, bathing in the cave room that was being engulfed in a bath of fire.

The muscles in Agnos' body twitched and tensed, numbed by the burning sensation that went deep into it's nervous system. Claret hovered over the curled dragon, and swung his sword, focusing all of his strength into his wrist and shoulder.

In an act of desperation, the teal jewel integrated in Agnos' chest of armour broke. The rainbow coloured symbol of Messiah flashed from it, and a loud war-cry resounded.

"Kihaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!"

Claret countered with his own declaration, and the claret sword cut cleanly through Agnos' unknown last resort, and turned his body into two perfect halves.

In a single concentrated blow, Claret killed the Progenitor Dragon of the United Sanctuary.

All that was left was a trail of blood clinging onto the sword, and dropping off it's shapely tip like teardrops.

Blue flames continued to spread throughout the corpse, decomposing it into nothing more then ash in minutes.

Huffing and puffing, Claret stood in the middle of the carnage, and tilted his head back.

"Muhahaha... muhahahaha!"

A laugh escaped his lips while the crackling flames died down and left the remains of Agnos on the floor.

Claret strode over, and hovered his sword over the ash. In an instant, the sword began to absorb the dead remains of the Progenitor Dragon, strengthening the blade and transferring Agnos' knowledge, strength, and magic to Claret Sword Dragon himself.

The strength he was seeking was beginning to flow through his veins. At the same time, the shockwave of terrifying strength faintly resounded through the sanctuary.

The power this leader sought was just beginning. The revenge the tyrant wanted to proceed with was still in infancy.

***

The rigid tower of the Shadow Paladin was painted in blue flames that trickled from the top floor.

At the top of structure, a room was drowning in Claret Sword Dragon Revolt's uncontrollable power. The burnt corpses of Dark Great Mage, Badhadh Caar, Bloodstained Battle Knight, Dorint, Arduous Battle Knight, Claudus, Unorthodox Shield, Mac Lir and Pitch Black Sage, Charon littered the obsidian floor.

The remaining warriors, Dark Night Maiden, Macha, Dark Heart Trumpeter and Abyss Healer were injured, and bathed in Claret's stream of continuous fires that melted their armour and burnt their skin.

In the middle of their corpses and burning bodies, there was one survivor in the massacre of elite forces: Blaster Dark "Diablo".

The Grandmaster walked down an aisle of blue flames singing the red carpet beneath, while Claret Sword Dragon looked down at the warrior.

Blaster Dark "Diablo" didn't waver at Claret's cheap provocation. He stormed forth, raising his "Blaster" ornament— the "Diablo" sword.

Just as Blaster Dark "Diablo" drew his blade, Claret Sword Dragon already released one vertical slash with his burning sword.

The flames cleared, and two symmetrical halves fell onto the floor.

"My master warned you."

Cherishing Knight, Branwen peered down at the split corpse of Blaster Dark "Diablo".

He laid on his back, with a pool of blood forming under his body. Torn organs and mushy pink guts fell out of the cage of shattered bones, turning into a crimson mess that dyed the carpet underneath him even darker shade of red. The "Diablo" armour stood no chance against the claret sword.

The flames dancing around the room began to consume his flesh. It rendered away like melting fat, cremating the corpse. The stench was foul.

"Diablo..."

Abyss Healer reached her hand towards her dead master, with her fingertips glowing soft green. Her large eyes watered up.

"Oh my... someone has not learnt their place."

Skull Witch, Nemain grabbed Abyss Healer's wrist and pulled it up, dragging the fallen angel's body through the blue fire.

"Kyaaaaa!"

"How dare you defect to his side, Nemain... we trusted you...!"

Macha opened her amber eyes weakly, staring daggers at her former ally. Soft tears began forming in the corner of her diamond shaped eyes.

"Ufufu. I was never on your side to begin with." Nemain said.

"You... Witch..." Macha slipped back into her unconscious state.

"Master, what should we do with these woman?" Black-winged Swordbreaker twirled her knife and pointed it at the surviving females.

"Kidnap them. They will be valuable." Scornful Knight, Gyva picked up the small Dark Heart Trumpeter in her hands.

"I like Gyva's thinking." Branwen said.

"It's so hot~..." Nemain said, fanning herself.

Sweat glistened against her smooth, pale skin, and fell to the floor like raindrops.

"Take off more of your clothing if you wish." Branwen said.

"My, you want to see more of my exquisite body~?"

"Claret might enjoy it more then I do."

Nemain turned to the dragon who stood solemnly in the middle of the room filled with smoke.

"Claret~."

Nemain slowly pulled the lip of her black bra down, exposing her cleavage that had a thin veil of sweat.

"Look at what you did to me~..."

She smiled seductively at him, slowly pulling it down further.

Claret Sword glanced at her.

"Claret, you meanie~."

"What a dirty tactic to try get master's attention." Gyva said, putting Dark Heart Trumpeter down at Claret Sword's feet.

Gyva began to remove pieces of her black armour on her torso.

"You say that while stripping, ufufu~."

"It's too damn hot in here."

"But right next to Claret? Gyva, you're being far too bold~..."

"He obviously doesn't care."

"Stop bickering and help us." Swordbreaker said while shaking the sweat on her supple thighs away.

"Shut up you flat chest." Nemain and Gyva craned their necks at her.

Branwen sighed, carrying Macha and Abyss Healer to Claret Sword without the other girls help.

"Good job." Claret Sword said.

"Anything for you, master." Branwen kneeled before him, placing a hand on her chest.

"That little..." The remaining three girls stared daggers at Branwen.

Cutting through the antics of his allies with a single swing of his sword, Claret Sword Dragon walked down a straight path that lead all the way up to a throne sitting high in the room.

Stepping on the dead bodies in his way, and crushing them beneath his clawed feet, he walked up the steps to the throne, and stared down at the purple velvet seat.

"From today forward."

Claret Sword Dragon lifted his blade above his head, and let gravity swing it back down, crashing the curved edge into the throne.

"I AM THE NEW GRANDMASTER."

The claret sword lodged deep into the throne's seat, breaking the golden article into pieces that were consumed by more blue flames.

"Are there any objections?"

Claret Sword craned his neck to see the chaos in the room.

It was fire, fire, fire. His allies stood at the entrance with victorious faces, while the survivors were tied up into bundles. The corpses of the upper echelon were reduced to mangled corpses that would become cinder and ashes.

Stabbing his trustworthy sword into the ground, Claret Sword placed two hands on the top of the handle, and concentrated the mana flowing through him.

Gathered at the top of his blade, he released it, sending a magical aura that expanded across the entire United Sanctuary.

The chaos in the capital was only the beginning.

***

The United Sanctuary meeting hall was in complete silence.

Alfred, sitting at the head of the table, cleared his throat, and rested his elbows on it. His interlaced hands covered his frown.

"We are gathered here today to discuss what we shall do against Claret Sword Dragon. So far, he has massacred Blaster Dark "Diablo" and the majority of his troops. The survivors are few and far between, and many of them have gone missing. Claret Sword Dragon has also announced himself as the new Grandmaster, which the state of the United Sanctuary has yet to recognise."

"We need to stop him! He doesn't deserve Grandmaster!" Luard said.

"That is correct." Alfred said.

"Is that all you have to say?"

"It seems so."

"Huh? Don't mess around! That creature should be locked inside relics, not wandering on Cray! Does any of this concern you at all?!"

Hitting his fist on the table, Luard stood up, causing CEO Amaterasu to sigh.

"Luard, please calm yourself, and do not make rash decisions on this. We're dealing with someone powerful here."

Luard took a deep breath and exhaled, sitting down with his arms crossed.

"Thank you."

Amaterasu looked at the others - Incandescent Lion, Blonde Ezel, Chief Nurse, Shamsiel and Cosmic Regalia, CEO Yggdrasil - at the table.

"I am aware that Claret Sword Dragon is a dangerous man. I am concerned, but I will not let my emotions get in the way of what is best for the Sanctuary. What is everyone else's opinion?" Alfred said.

"Taking him down would be the best option." Ezel said. He crossed his arms.

"I disagree with taking him down." CEO Yggdrasil said. She glared at Ezel.

"Agreed, we don't want to repeat the last war..." Shamsiel said.

"Ezel's got the right idea! He's got a sense of urgency! If we don't kill him, then it's pointless. He'll break out again and this will all repeat!" Luard punched the table.

"Going in with hostility will have grave consequences. Dialogue is the best option." CEO Yggdrasil said.

"What? You want to try to talk to that stupid creature? You're hearing yourself, right?"

"I am very aware of what I am saying, you insolent brat."

"Insolent brat? This is my clan that's on the line!"

"Then your clan should've been more careful in letting an overgrown dragon infiltrate the ranks so high. Look at what's happening now."

"You can't act innocent either. You let an oversized dog corrupt part of your clan!"

"He has a name, and it's Fenrir. Let me remind you that it was your overgrown dragon that corrupted him."

"So you're gonna blame that creature's mistakes on me?!"

"What? Where did you get that idea from? You really are as stupid as they say."

"What the hell did you say to me?!" Luard's dragon arm started glowing bright red.

"Both of you. Stop it." Alfred's voice, thick and deep, reverberated in the room with a dull chill.

"...this meeting is a joke. I don't need your help. Since when has the Sanctuary ever given a damn about the Shadow Paladin clan anyways? You're all as bad as each other." Luard said, standing up.

"Luard, please, wait." CEO Amaterasu called out to him.

Luard turned his back on the leaders of each clan, and walked to the large double doors.

Stopping at them, he looked over his shoulder at the five sitting around the table, and narrowed his eyes. His teeth began gritting against one another, and his hands curled up into tight fists.

He punched one of the doors, flinging it wide open. Luard walked out of the conference room with his back hunched, and a scowl scorned across his face.

The door slammed shut, leaving the room quiet.

"Spoiled child." CEO Yggdrasil said.

"Yggdrasil. That line was unnecessary." CEO Amaterasu said.

"I'm sorry. But that child shouldn't be here to represent Shadow Paladin. He knows nothing but anger and violence. He is a hindrance through and through."

"I still think we should take down Claret. If we don't cut him down now, he'll grow stronger. Then, it'll be even harder to take him down." Ezel said.

"No, dialogue is the better option. Violence should be a last resort." CEO Yggdrasil said.

"I don't think Claret will be willing to listen to reason. You saw what he did in the tower."

"Grandmaster Dark used violence against Claret. Him and his troops got wiped out. Do you still think violence is the best option?"

"Well... it is an effective way to solve the situation. Get rid of Claret and appoint someone new as Grandmaster."

"The Shadow Paladin is a corrupt clan filled with criminals and psychopaths. No one it's body of mish-mash troops are close to even being a quarter of a leader like Grandmaster Dark was. No one in that clan is worthy of such a position. They're all power hungry outcasts that will pounce on the chance to break the system for their selfish benefits, which is the reason why that tyrant Claret Sword got so far as he did. No one will be able to take over."

"They are a necessary evil. Even if you do not like them, they have contributed massively to the United Sanctuary." Alfred said.

"But to leave them with an incompetent leader that will probably become corrupted... there's just no winning with that clan."

"I understand what you mean. In the end, what happens to the Shadow Paladin is ultimately the clans-people's choices. But right now, our priority is Claret Sword Dragon. Time is a precious resource. Don't waste it, Yggdrasil."

"Forgive my incompetence. I still believe in dialogue."

"I too believe we can talk to him in a proper manner." Shamsiel said.

"Ezel."

Ezel glanced at Alfred.

"I want to remind you Claret isn't stupid. Brute force won't be enough to take him down. We also have to be smart about this."

"Fine. I concede. But I suggest bringing some troops in case anything goes out of hand."

"I believe talking with him is the wise decision. You have my support." CEO Amaterasu said.

"Then, it is decided." Alfred put his hands on the table.

"At this round table, the United Sanctuary's leaders have reached a conclusion bestowed by the messiah. We shall speak to Claret Sword Dragon about the matter at hand. Let us hope he will be supportive and we, together, can reach a peaceful resolution."

***

At the rocky border between United Sanctuary and Dark Zone, Claret Sword Dragon faced a small army of loyal followers.

The fierce blue flames on his armour roused the souls of his allies, and made him like a beacon of light in the night sky.

Among his army were the girls who aided earlier in the takedown of the structure of the Shadow Paladin clan, and the others being assorted warriors that swore to devote their life to Claret in a blood oath.

With them were Macha, Abyss Healer and Dark Heart Trumpeter, who had defected to Claret's side. Assimilated into the claret faction, they no longer served under the belief of "Diablo". They served under the new Grandmaster.

"If you meet hostility, kill the hostiles." Claret said.

Turning his back to his followers, he marched into the Dark Zone nation, ignoring any legalities of the border.

Night Sky Eagle was sent into the sky to act as reconnaissance. Meanwhile, Claret guided them through the territory of the Dark Irregulars.

Being a nation built on the entertainment industry, the inner cities of Dark Zone were populated with bizarre opposites of gothic spires and gloomy towns next to loud stadiums and bright circus tents.

Deciding that the Progenitor Dragon - Formido - was unlikely to live in the area, Claret headed south where the Dark Irregulars were.

Their territory was far more detached from the Dark Zone cities. Like a countryside, it was on the outskirts of the country, and was reclusive to the rest of the nation. A thick aura hung in the air that screamed evil.

The path Claret took was down a large forest with rows of crooked trees and dead bushes. Hollow screeches echoed and bounced off the naked branches, while animals of all mutations scattered on the dirt floor in the cover of night.

Claret Sword Dragon wandered forwards, using his sword to cut down obstacles in front of him, while using his blue flames as a natural light to see.

"What a creepy place." Swordbreaker said. She hugged her arms and shivered.

"It is a chilling place to be." Knight of Diligence, Mazorlf said.

"This is the forest of Amon. One of the demon lords." Macha said.

"I hate it." Swordbreaker said.

"You'll hate the boss we're facing even more." Fair Knight, Gwawl said.

"Do you think Amon will be mad at us for trespassing?" Mazorlf asked.

"We'll kill him." Macha said.

"Grit your teeth. I can sense strong mana up ahead." Gwawl said.

"What an uncool phrase." Macha said, storming to the front lines.

Claret Sword Dragon stopped. His army followed suit.

"Stand back." Claret said, raising his sword into the air. His army shuffled back.

Then, he flicked it down, causing a tsunami of blue flames to rupture from his sword.

The hissing flames whipped up and down, setting the surrounding foliage on fire. The bare willow trees drowned in fire, turning it's bark ash black.

A whole forest fire erupted, causing the inhabitants to emerge from the darkness. In addition to the furious demon lord, Amon, and his followers, an even more fierce foe emerged from the ground.

A large fissure opened up, causing dirt to fly into the air, and trees to fall down. It created a domino effect; trees toppling over each other consecutively.

Coming from up and under the soil, the Progenitor Dragon of Gloomy Dark, Formido, bellowed.

"Furaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

It was a bipedal dragon with deep violet scales. Warm trails of mana lingered around it's gothic wings, and red horns and claws completed it's appearance.

The followers of Amon circled around Claret Sword's party, and launched a frontal ambush at them. A flash of magic attacks and battlecries flew in the air, trading blows with blue flames, drawn swords and auras of mana.

"Listen up! I'll handle the Progenitor Dragon, the rest of you better slaughter Amon's followers!" Claret roared.

A collective "yes master" resounded into the warm night air, and the claret faction's counterattack begun.

With Macha at the helm, she ordered commands and strategies for everyone to take down the hastening followers of Amon, all while engaging with the Marquis Demon Lord himself.

Amon was a four armed, winged demon, with one beady blue eye and a body that was made up of tree bark. Jaws of death were at his stomach, and flashed a glassy blue beam at Macha.

Macha gracefully blocked the initial blast with the back of her energy sword, and lunged forward, crossing multiple vertical and horizontal slashes at Amon who blocked with his large arms.

Meanwhile, Claret Sword Dragon pointed his sword at Formido, and shot vortex after vortex of blue flames at him. Unlike his battle against Agnos, Claret Sword Dragon went on an aggressive assault, infusing mana and fire to create a lethal attack.

Formido zipped in the air, dodging Claret's attacks and shielding with it's bat like wings. Flapping his wings back, Formido released a powerful stream of thick purple from his mouth.

Claret Sword swung his sword horizontally, and a barrier of blue flames protected him from the acid strike. Stepping into the cover of the firewall, Claret shot another vortex at Formido, who dodged it.

Macha continued her rife assault at Amon, swinging her longsword in rhythm. Trails of blue light buzzed after each diagonal cross, while her twin-tails swayed side to side as she dodged Amon's swift grapples and beams.

She continued to attack, swinging and yelling commands at the same time. Her calculated genius while attacking earned her the nickname: The Claret Strategist.

Amon took enough of her insolence, and grappled with all four arms. While midway through a strike, Amon took a heavy slash to his chest, but managed to close the gap between them.

Macha instinctively tried to leap back, but Amon's claws intertwined to create a net which she fell into. Macha dropped low, and slashed up, only to have Amon grab her longsword.

A loud snap resounded, and the jet black blade was split into two. Amon tossed the broken half in his hand to the floor, and grabbed Macha by the torso. Her body churned under the crushing pressure of Amon's hands.

Amon then picked Macha up and hung her over his head. Reeling his arms back, he threw the girl across the forest, sending her crashing into trees that broke on impact.

"Gufu!"

Macha landed on a pile of burning trees. She used her hands to feel her surroundings, but instead felt the searing flames that made her sweat blood. Amon walked over and towered over her with his eye glowing blood red, and the jaws of his stomach opened wide.

Amon leaned in and pinned Macha to the floor, holding down her limbs. All Macha could do was try to wriggle out of his grip and writhe in pain, as the blue flames consumed her cape and back.

As the woody jaws began to gnash on her chest plate, Macha felt a hitch in her throat. She opened her mouth, feeling that hitch grow stronger, but it wouldn't come out.

From a sharp angle, a purple beam cut deep through Amon's neck, decapitating the demon lord. Macha blinked, looking at the twitching head that fell next to her, and the rain of black blood that squirted on her face and chest.

The tree-like body of Amon fell on top of her, and it's neck twitched in sync with it's head. Macha's hands snaked up, and pushed the bleeding corpse off her. She sat up, looking at the direction of the beam.

Standing there was Claret Sword Dragon, giving a small nod to Macha. She then looked up to see Formido shooting purple beams from it's mouth at Claret Sword.

It took a few seconds to settle in, but Macha realised: Claret lured Formido into shooting that beam, only for it to hit Amon instead.

The followers of Amon left their battles, and all rushed towards the body of their master who was dead. They circled around him, only to all be massacred in a single, fiery strike by Claret Sword Dragon.

He turned his back at Formido, and swung his sword in their general direction, creating a tornado of flames that burned them alive.

As the followers dropped to death one by one and began being cremated alongside their leader, Amon, Formido screamed.

"Fuhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!"

Macha, like her comrades, stood still at the outskirts, frozen by the sheer beauty and power of the Progenitor Dragon. The only ones in animate action were Claret Sword and Formido.

Claret Sword Dragon watched the followers and demon lord burn to the ground, with his back was still facing the Progenitor Dragon. In Formido's mouth, a swirling purple sludge was frothing and bubbling.

"M-Master, look out!"

Macha threw her hand forward, lunging at Claret Sword Dragon.

Formido released a nuclear sized acid beam at Claret Sword.

Just as Macha was about to reach Claret, he pushed her away and turned around in one dynamic motion, swinging his sword upright and creating a wall of blue flames midair.

The two forces collided, and an ear shattering explosion followed. The distinct smell of methane and carbon mingled, while a harsh sizzle singed everyone's ears, and thick smog blocked everyone's view.

A dark blue light cut through the chaos, and like a rocket, Claret Sword spun through the madness and reached the sky. Fire was blazing off his pitch black armour, and enlightened his surroundings just enough to be visible.

While midair, he swung his sword consecutively in a v-shape, creating two infernos of blue that grabbed Formido's body, setting it alight on fire.

"Haaaaaaraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrguuuuhhhhhh!!"

A disgusting squeal escaped Formido's lips, and the Progenitor Dragon lost all control of it's bodily system. It's wings failed to flap, and the laws of gravity swept in.

Crashing into the ground like a meteor, Formido slammed into the floor, writhing in pain.

Claret Sword came down from the sky, landing on the Progenitor Dragon's back and stabbing it's chest with his sword.

"Haaaaaaariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

An even louder scream echoed. As a last resort, the jewel like horns on Formido's head shattered, and the rainbow coloured symbol of Messiah flashed with a low groan of a war cry mixed with howls of pain.

"Fuuuuuhaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

However, with a simple twist of his blade, the desperate cries came to a halt.

Claret Sword Dragon murdered yet another Progenitor Dragon, alongside the entire cult of Amon.

His followers began cheering in victory, and praising their master. Claret looked up into the night sky and raised his weapon which was coated in liquid crimson.

"Might is right!" He declared.

Jumping off the dragon, Claret Sword began absorbing Formido's corpse and ashes with his sword. The Progenitor Dragon's vitals and power was becoming one with the supremacy dragon.

***