First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Anarchic Realm

"Forget it," he muttered sourly. "Speculating endlessly won’t change reality. It is what it is."

Giving the fractured rune one last bitter glance, Orion slowly drifted onward, suppressing his lingering irritation. He moved gently forward, seeking solace in examining the runes of Fire Dragon Breath and Thunder Dragon Breath—his foundational draconic abilities.

When he finally arrived, Orion’s tense anticipation quickly shifted into soft optimism. Both runes, while visibly cracked, showed promising signs of gradual restoration.

Gentle streams of energy flowed continuously into their surfaces, mending the cracks slowly yet steadily. They pulsated softly, clearly benefiting from Orion’s ongoing evolution.

A quiet breath of relief escaped Orion. "At least these runes seem to be healing together with my evolution," he murmured thankfully, carefully observing the process. "They should emerge stronger after this is all over."

Encouraged, he drifted past the recovering dragon breath runes, heading toward another part of his Sea of Consciousness.

Soon, the unmistakable silhouette of the Soulpiercer Sword appeared within his view, serenely floating within the azure currents, exuding an aura of silent dignity.

As Orion approached, the sword gently emitted a faint resonance, its blade softly vibrating as the familiar presence within slowly awakened.

Moments later, a stream of shadowy mana emerged gracefully from the sword, forming into the alluring and majestic figure of Asteraxa.

She materialized elegantly, her vivid ember eyes sparkling with amusement as they swiftly located Orion’s flickering flame-form. Her lush lips curved immediately into a delighted, teasing smile. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Oh my," she laughed softly, a playful note coloring her sultry voice. "Orion, I didn’t expect you to be such a tiny and cute flame."

Orion stared at her with a deadpan expression, entirely unamused by her playful teasing. "No need to beat a dead horse," he replied dryly, his flame flickering with mild annoyance. "I’m already getting depressed looking at the condition of my Sea of Consciousness."

Asteraxa chuckled gently again, a subtle tenderness briefly softening her mischievous gaze. "Indeed," she conceded more seriously, scanning the damaged surroundings with a hint of sympathy. "Your Sea of Consciousness truly is in quite a bad shape. Though, I did warn you something like this might happen."

Orion exhaled another tired breath, acknowledging her words without resentment. "Yes, I know. And I don’t regret it—not one bit. But seeing it directly like this... it’s discouraging, especially that Supreme Grade Eye of Revelation. I still can’t understand how something like that got ruined during a fight between mere mortals."

Asteraxa raised a finely arched eyebrow thoughtfully, her gaze sharpening with interest. "Oh? Even that supreme ability of yours was affected? Hmm, that is indeed surprising. But," she added thoughtfully, "there could be various explanations for that. Perhaps the conflict between your multiple legacies caused it, or maybe an external force far beyond your comprehension interfered. Or possibly your rather... unique soul itself might have contributed."

She paused meaningfully, eyeing Orion’s flickering golden flame with a subtle fascination. "Your soul appears to be a fusion of all three of your legacies. Quite extraordinary indeed."

Orion shook his flame-form lightly, dismissing further speculation. "There’s no point making hypotheses about it now. What’s done is done. Frankly, at my current level, I wasn’t utilizing it too frequently anyway. I’ll worry about its repair or reconstruction later, once I’m stronger and out of here."

Asteraxa’s lips curled into a flirtatious, playful smile, her gaze softening suggestively. "Ara~ Isn’t this quite a romantic situation? A young maiden and a handsome young master, stranded together in an isolated, intimate space."

Orion felt an inexplicable twitch in his nonexistent lips, responding dryly, "It might have been romantic if one of us wasn’t an ancient dragon possibly millions or billions of years old, and the other not currently stuck as a mere flickering candle flame."

Asteraxa laughed richly, her amusement genuine and unrestrained. "Oh dear," she teased affectionately, "you really know how to spoil a maiden’s romantic fantasies."

Orion sighed exaggeratedly, but his irritation slowly faded into mild amusement. "And you seem to enjoy poking fun at my misery."

The azure expanse regained its calm as everything fell silent.

***

In a remote corner of existence, hidden far beyond the boundaries of known Chiliocosms and untouched by the laws of ordinary worlds, stretched a chaotic expanse teeming with unimaginable cosmic horrors.

Nebulous voids and swirling maelstroms of corrupted energy clashed ceaselessly, giving birth to nightmarish creatures that vanished as swiftly as they appeared, their anguished roars silenced by the oppressive darkness.

Within this anarchic realm stood Echo, unmoving amidst the violent tempest, an island of serenity and unshakable calm.

His silver hair cascaded down his shoulders, shimmering like molten starlight, contrasting sharply with the darkness around him. His eyes, ancient and indifferent, observed the group of colossal figures before him.

Each entity gathered there towered unimaginably large, their forms dwarfing entire universes. Their presence distorted the fabric of reality itself, warping time and space into twisted configurations.

They stood like monolithic statues carved from nightmares—incarnations of primal fears given corporeal form.

Death Dragon Emperor loomed foremost, his dark visage shrouded in dense, swirling shadows that whispered of despair and eternal silence.

Beside him, Decay Dragon Emperor exuded a corrosive aura, his massive draconic form perpetually deteriorating and regenerating, symbolizing the unstoppable march of entropy.

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