Ancestral Lineage

The drake charged forward, its massive frame an unstoppable force of nature. The ground quaked beneath its weight, sending tremors rippling through the battlefield. Its eyes blazed with primal fury, a predator's resolve to obliterate the opponent before it. Trevor stood firm, his glowing crimson eyes narrowing, unyielding in the face of its monstrous power.

As the drake lunged, its jaws gaping wide to crush him, Trevor's wings flared open. With a powerful beat, he launched himself skyward, narrowly dodging the beast's snapping fangs. Twisting mid-air, he brought his aura to life. Smoke and blood constructs formed in an instant, coiling around him like spectral harbingers of doom. Their razor edges gleamed crimson, vibrating with energy as they awaited his command.

"Enough of this," Trevor growled, his voice layered with both exhaustion and the grim determination of a predator who refused to be outdone.

With a sudden dive, Trevor descended upon the drake like a lightning bolt, his claws crackling with raw energy.

SLASH!

His strike landed cleanly, rending through the drake's thick, armored hide. A torrent of blood erupted, spraying into the air as the drake let out a furious roar. Its massive body convulsed, writhing in agony, but Trevor didn't give it a moment to recover.

"Stay down!" he shouted, his wings flaring as he summoned another wave of constructs. Jagged spears, spinning blades, and sharp spikes materialized in rapid succession. With a swift motion, he hurled them toward the drake's vulnerable points.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The battlefield quaked under the force of the assault. The constructs struck with devastating precision, puncturing through flesh and bone. The drake howled, its roars turning desperate as it staggered, its strength waning. But it refused to fall, its primal instincts pushing it to rise again, defiant even in its weakened state.

"Persistent bastard," Trevor muttered, his breath labored but steady. Blood dripped from superficial wounds, closing almost as quickly as they appeared. His near-instant regeneration kept him in the fight, though the strain on his energy reserves was beginning to show.

With one final surge of resolve, Trevor launched himself toward the drake. He landed atop its head, his claws anchoring him to the thick, scaled surface. The beast thrashed violently, but Trevor remained rooted, his wings stabilizing him against the onslaught.

"This is your end!" Trevor roared, raising a clawed hand that glowed with condensed power. Smoke coiled around his arm, solidifying into a singular blade of radiant crimson energy, sharper and more intense than anything he'd summoned before.

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CRACK!

The blade penetrated the drake's skull, the impact resonating through the battlefield. The beast let out a final, deafening roar that shook the heavens before collapsing into a lifeless heap. Its massive body hit the ground with a thunderous crash, sending clouds of dust and debris into the air.

Trevor leaped back, landing softly amidst the carnage. His wings folded behind him, and his glowing eyes dimmed slightly. Around him, the remaining beasts hesitated, their frenzy evaporating as their leader fell. One by one, they scattered into the forest, retreating like shadows fleeing the light.

The battlefield fell silent, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. Trevor wiped the blood from his face, his body healing swiftly from any lingering injuries. His constructs hovered around him, flickering faintly as his energy reserves dipped dangerously low.

"It's over," Trevor murmured, though a deep unease settled over him. The air felt wrong—tainted by something he couldn't quite place. A faint metallic tang, coupled with an acrid undertone, teased his heightened senses.

He turned his gaze to the horizon, his claws flexing instinctively. His instincts screamed at him, warning of an unseen danger lurking just beyond his perception.

"This isn't over," Trevor muttered, his eyes narrowing as he extended his senses further. Whatever was coming, it was far from ordinary—and it was heading straight for him.

And he was right.

Trevor's instincts screamed a warning just in time. He twisted his body sharply to the side as a massive spike shot past him, the air around it crackling with frost. It embedded itself into the ground behind him, freezing the earth in an instant. A wave of cold radiated outward, sending a shiver through the air.

"You!"

The shout, dripping with anger and frustration, echoed across the battlefield. Trevor turned to see a blue-haired figure storming toward him, his face twisted in a mask of rage. His icy blue eyes glowed with unnatural intensity, their light reflecting the malice he radiated.

"You'll pay for this!" Leon roared, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. As he approached, frost began to spread across the ground beneath his feet, his anger manifesting as waves of icy energy.

Trevor's crimson eyes narrowed, taking in the sight. Leon's hands were wreathed in frost, shards of ice forming and reforming in his grasp like living extensions of his fury. His entire aura screamed of instability and unrelenting rage, but there was something else—something darker—lurking beneath the surface.

"So," Trevor muttered, his voice calm but laced with disdain. "It was you. I figured there was more to this frenzy than just beasts losing their minds."

Leon stopped a few feet away, his breaths coming in sharp bursts. His glare burned into Trevor, the frustration of his plans unraveling evident in every movement. "You ruined everything!" Leon hissed, his voice shaking with fury. "Do you know how much effort I put into this? How close I was to getting everything I wanted?!"

Trevor's claws flexed; his energy was still low, but his resolve was unwavering. He straightened, his wings folding behind him as he stared down the furious figure before him. "You're just another spoiled brat who thinks the world owes him something," Trevor said coldly. "You threw innocent lives into chaos for what? A grudge? A power trip?"

Leon's face twisted further, veins bulging at his temples as he raised his hand. "You don't know anything about me! About what I deserve!" Ice began to coalesce into jagged spikes around him, forming a deadly arsenal.

Trevor smirked, his demeanor calm despite the growing danger. "I know enough," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "You've got blood on your hands, Leon. That makes you no better than the beasts you tried to control."@@novelbin@@

Leon's growl was primal, his patience snapping like a frozen branch. With a furious cry, he thrust his hand forward, sending a barrage of ice spikes hurtling toward Trevor. The air around them froze in an instant, the spikes cutting through the battlefield with deadly precision.

Trevor's wings flared open as he leaped into the air, twisting and weaving through the assault with fluid grace. His eyes glowed brighter, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as adrenaline surged through his veins.

"You should've stayed in your safe little corner, Leon," Trevor said as he dodged another spike, his voice echoing with quiet menace. "Now, you've made this personal."

...

A majestic white eagle soared across the crimson sky, its expansive wings cutting through the air with a silent grace. The creature was a marvel—its pristine white feathers shimmered faintly, a golden beak and talons gleaming in the eerie light. A fan of peacock-like blue tail feathers trailed behind, shifting in mesmerizing patterns. Atop its head rested a radiant blue gem, glowing with a soft, icy light that pulsed in sync with the bird's steady flight. Its size rivaled that of a small helicopter, and its presence exuded an air of divine majesty.

The eagle, Glacius, was no ordinary spirit beast. Known as the "Frozen Monarch," it was a creature of legend, feared and revered for its unparalleled command over ice and air.

On the eagle's back sat a striking figure, her presence almost as commanding as her mount. A young woman with long, ponytailed blue hair that cascaded down her back, framed by the fur-lined hood of her grey coat. Her radiant fair skin gleamed under the eerie red glow of the sky, her delicate features exuding an aura of calm elegance. She wore a dark blue sweater beneath her long coat, paired with a black skirt, stockings, and knee-high boots. Despite her composed exterior, her tightly clasped hands betrayed her inner turmoil.

Her eyes remained closed, yet a pulsing blue light on her forehead revealed her heightened focus. Above her floated a spectral projection—a divine figure with the lower body of a fish, ethereal white wings adorning its arms and waist, and pale skin etched with intricate blue tattoos. Its glowing blue eyes radiated a chilling intensity that seemed to challenge the oppressive red sky itself.

This was Lisa, the hidden Zodiac supervisor assigned to oversee the Labyrinth Grove outing. As the Zodiac representative in Antrim City, her role was to remain discreet, ensuring the safety and order of the participants. But this time, discretion was no longer an option.

Her calm expression belied her racing thoughts. Anxiety churned in her chest, an unfamiliar sensation for someone of her caliber. Since her arrival at Labyrinth Grove, she had been tracking Ethan using her Zodiac abilities, specifically the enigmatic Pisces Spirit Sense. Yet, her search had been fruitless. She'd scoured four entire areas with no sign of him, her frustration growing with each failure.

Then the sky turned red.

At that moment, she felt it—his aura. Ethan's presence, though faint and wildly unstable, had cut through the oppressive atmosphere like a beacon. It was tinged with dread, and yet unmistakably his. The sensation sent a jolt through her, one she couldn't ignore.

Without hesitation, Lisa summoned Glacius and took to the skies. Questions flooded her mind: How was this possible? Why did his aura feel so corrupted? But none of them mattered. Her focus was singular—she had to find him.

The spectral Pisces above her shimmered brighter as her Spirit Sense expanded its reach, scanning the surroundings with relentless precision. Each pulse of light sent icy ripples through the air, freezing any stray winds that dared approach.

She was close now—seven kilometers from where she felt Ethan's presence. The distance wasn't far, but every second stretched unbearably. Her mounting concern gnawed at her composure.

"The Pisces Zodiac… such a mystery," Lisa murmured, her voice barely audible over the rushing wind. Despite being bonded with her spirit beast and gifted with extraordinary abilities, she still struggled to fully understand the extent of her power.

The projection above her glowed brighter, its luminous eyes narrowing as if sensing something ahead. Lisa's heart tightened. The aura she felt was growing stronger, more chaotic, and closer than ever.

"Hold on, my love" she whispered, her voice a mix of determination and fear and something more... intimate. "I'm coming."