Might of Sword God
The golden light wrapped around Adonis like a divine mantle.
His expression was serene, yet utterly alien—
His gaze empty, devoid of any emotion, concern, or even self.
He stepped forward.
Each movement measured, graceful… unnatural. The embodiment of something far beyond mortal comprehension.
The Lava Dragon roared, furious that its flames had been so casually dismissed. Its wings flared wide, magma dripping from its jaws like molten venom. With a deafening screech, it lunged, flames coiling within its throat—A beast of apocalyptic fire, determined to annihilate.
But Adonis… simply raised his hand.
In that instant—
Overwhelming aura covered the entire place
A golden brilliance erupted above.
It was like the sun itself had risen within the dungeon. But as they looked up, their awe turned to terror. A chill ran down their spines.
Above them hovered not just one—But tens of thousands of tower-sized golden swords, each glowing with celestial light. Each one radiated an aura of pure terror, their tips pointed toward the dragon.
If one heavens judgement attack can destroy an army then imagine thousands of them.
"Heaven's Judgment…" Tyrant whispered in disbelief.
"Not one but countless" Alex said.
Then—With a flick of Adonis's hand—
The swords descended.
Like divine executioners,
They tore through the sky,
A blazing storm of golden retribution.
The Lava Dragon, once so fearsome,
Could only roar in futile defiance.
It tried to retreat.
But the swords were faster.
Stronger
Unstoppable.
And then:
BOOOOOOOOM
The dragon, and the entire volcano it guarded—
Completely obliterated.
The ground cracked.
The air itself shook.
A massive crater appeared, like the mountain had been turned inside out,
erased from existence.
And then…
The golden light surrounding Adonis… faded.
He collapsed.
"Adonis!!" Mia cried out, rushing forward.
The others followed in a panic. But when they saw him—Their hearts sank.
His body was… broken. Every bone shattered. Every vessel ruptured. His skin pale. His lips colorless. There was no blood left to bleed.
His breath—barely there. His soul—flickering.
"No..." Mia's voice trembled as she clutched his hand.
"You can't die…"
Tyrant clenched his fists in frustration.
"…You idiot," he muttered, voice cracking.
"You weren't supposed to die for us."
Ai and Alex stared in silence, tears tracing down their cheeks.
But ignoring there sadness
"Quack!"
A sound broke the sorrow.
They turned—To see Quackner—
But now… bathed in a holy white light.
Its tiny, plump body glowing with ethereal brilliance.
Everyone watched, stunned, as Quackner waddled forward.
It stretched its glowing wings, then gently pecked Adonis's chest.
And suddenly—
A burst of divine energy enveloped him.
The light spread, wrapping around Adonis's body like a cocoon.
They watched, breath held—
As his wounds began to close. His bones reformed. His vessels, organs, and muscles—regenerated before their eyes.
The miracle unfolded in silence.
A glow of life…
Brought back by a duck.
A duck that now… radiated the grace of something divine.
And slowly—
Color returned to Adonis's face.
His breathing… steadied.
He was alive.