Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 43: Integration.(Bonus Chapter)

Azvoid's obsidian eyes gleamed as he prepared himself for what was to come. Inhaling deeply, the air crackling with power, he activated Space Vector Master. Reality itself shivered under his will as he sliced a rift in the air before him. Without hesitation, he stepped through, vanishing from the world with a faint shimmer.

The surroundings shifted, colors blending into a blur before solidifying into a vast, darkened cavern deep beneath the earth. The air was heavy and stale, the stone walls cool to the touch. This was a place lost to time, hidden from prying eyes—a sanctuary of isolation .

The perfect place to embrace his newfound power.

Azvoid's fingers traced the jagged, uneven surface of the stone walls. Despite the oppressive silence, his gaze burned with excitement. The talent he had replicated was now his to wield, but the process wasn't complete. Not yet.

He extended his hand, summoning the Supreme Dragon Beast Tamer System's interface with a single thought. The translucent panel appeared before him, displaying the status of the replicated talent.

[Talent Replicated: Frost Tyrant's Dominion]

[An imperial-grade ice talent derived from the frozen lands of the Azure Frost Clan. Grants mastery over frost manipulation, from conjuring destructive blizzards to forming unyielding ice constructs of terrifying durability.]

But that was just the beginning. His bloodline wouldn't settle for something so...mundane. It craved perfection. It demanded supremacy.

And Azvoid would deliver.

"System," Azvoid spoke aloud, his voice echoing against the cavern walls. "Integrate the Frost Tyrant's Dominion talent into my bloodline."

[Warning: As the Last Descendant of the Supreme Ancient True Primordial Dragons, your bloodline disdains mere copies. Attempting integration will subject the talent to enhancement and refinement. Proceed?]

Azvoid's lips curled into a smirk. "Proceed."

The system roared to life.

[Integration Commencing...]

A thunderous pulse exploded within him, like molten fire coursing through his veins—no, something colder. Sharper. An unending blizzard ravaged his insides, tearing through his bones, his muscles, his very essence.

It was agony. It was bliss.

The replicated talent was being torn apart, broken down to its very essence and rebuilt by the power of his bloodline. His Wielder of Chaos talent raged alongside it, the two forces colliding, merging, refining. Where others would wield a diluted version of what they stole, Azvoid would possess something superior, something far more terrifying.

As the frigid energy continued to ravage his body, Azvoid clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. Ice spread from his fingers, coating the rocky ground with glistening frost. His breath escaped in visible puffs, the air itself freezing from his mere presence.

The process felt like an eternity. His bloodline's disdain for anything less than perfection was unrelenting, dismantling the replicated talent and reforging it into something even grander.

[Enhancement Complete. Talent: Frost Tyrant's Dominion successfully integrated.]

[Due to the influence of your bloodline as the Last Descendant of the Supreme Ancient True Primordial Dragons, the talent has been refined and enhanced beyond its original state.]

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[New Title Acquired: Frostbane Emperor.]

[Warning: Talent Replication is now on cooldown. Next Replication available in: 6 Days, 23 Hours, 42 Minutes.]

Azvoid's eyes snapped open, a glacial storm raging within their depths. He raised his hand, and ice coalesced in his palm, forming a wickedly sharp dagger of crystalline beauty. The edges shimmered with hues of deep blue and pure white, sharp enough to slice through steel.

"Well...that was something." Azvoid grinned, his breath fogging the air. His body felt lighter, stronger, the ice flowing through him like an extension of his own being.

He flicked his fingers, and the ice dagger shattered into sparkling dust before reforming into a sleek, jagged spear. Its tip thrummed with power, a weapon of pure, undiluted frost. And it was his to command.

A low rumble echoed from the depths of his mental space, and Azvoid instinctively knew Noctis was watching with interest.

"Not bad, kid. Your bloodline's arrogance is well-deserved. It's more than just a refinement—it's like the talent's been reborn," Noctis's voice was laced with amusement. "But don't get carried away. There are still talents beyond your reach."

Azvoid chuckled, his gaze steady. "Good. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fun."

The sensation of power still crackled within him, his bloodline's hunger sated for now. But the journey was far from over. If anything, this was just another step toward true strength.

Now, with his newly-enhanced talent coursing through him, Azvoid knew the world was about to feel a chill like never before.

And he was more than ready to make it shiver....

Ps. Fourth bonus Chapter. One more Chapter to go unless you drop more reviews and power stones