Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 45: The bloodline curse.(l)

Azvoid's entire body trembled as the darkness of the Abyssal Domain coiled around him like a living entity. His senses were sharpened to a knife's edge, his blood pounding with anticipation and dread alike.

Noctis's voice rumbled, every word heavy with power. "You stand upon the precipice of destiny, hatchling. The Shadow's Judgment is not a mere test of strength. It is a trial meant to measure your worthiness as the Last Descendant of the Supreme Ancient True Primordial Dragons."

Azvoid snorted, his lips twitching into a cocky smirk despite the immense pressure weighing down on him. "And here I thought you were just tossing me into the deep end for kicks."

"You misunderstand, hatchling," Noctis said, his slitted eyes glowing like molten amethysts. "This trial is more than just surviving. It is the forging of your bloodline's purity and the awakening of its true might. You are not simply fighting monsters — you are fighting against the impurities within yourself."

Azvoid's gaze hardened. "What do I have to do?"

Noctis's shadowy figure seemed to expand, his wings stretching outward like a cosmic eclipse. "Endure the beasts that will emerge from the deepest depths of the Abyssal Domain. Each one born from your own darkness and imperfections. Slay them, devour their power, and ascend beyond your current limits."

Azvoid frowned. "And if I fail?"

"Your soul will be consumed by the darkness, and your bloodline will forever be tainted with weakness. There will be no salvation, no second chances. Are you prepared to embrace the abyss?"

Azvoid let out a low chuckle, his expression wild and reckless. "Wouldn't be here if I wasn't. Bring it on, Noctis. I'll rip through whatever you throw at me."

Noctis's eyes glinted with approval. "Very well. Let the Shadow's Judgment commence."

The ground trembled beneath Azvoid's feet. The jagged, obsidian rocks split apart, revealing a dark chasm from which an overwhelming wave of pressure surged forth. It felt like gravity itself had multiplied tenfold, threatening to crush him where he stood.

From the depths of the chasm, shadows twisted and congealed, forming monstrous entities. They took on grotesque shapes — distorted wolves, serpents with endless maws, and abominations with claws like scythes. Their bodies were pure darkness, writhing with malice and hunger.

Azvoid's lips curled into a vicious grin. His Phantom Reflex flared to life, his body shifting into an untouchable state of agility. His Space Vector Master talent hummed with resonance, ready to distort the very fabric of space itself.

"Come on, then!" he roared, his voice defiant against the encroaching nightmares.

The creatures lunged. Azvoid's movements were a blur of speed and precision. He dodged and weaved through the tide of darkness, his fists tearing through the creatures' forms with devastating efficiency.

One of the larger beasts, a hulking monstrosity with eyes like molten rubies, charged at him with a roar that shook the air. Azvoid's hand snapped forward, his Space Vector Master talent distorting reality itself as spatial blades ripped the beast apart.

Yet, no matter how many he killed, more kept emerging. Stronger. More twisted. The trial was endless, a torrent of death meant to wear him down until he broke.

But Azvoid didn't back down. He kept fighting, his laughter echoing across the battlefield. His bloodline screamed for dominance, for supremacy, and he was more than willing to deliver.

"Not bad, hatchling," Noctis's voice rumbled with approval. "But this is merely the first phase. The Shadow's Judgment is only just beginning."

Azvoid's eyes narrowed, his grin undiminished. "Good. I was just getting warmed up."

Azvoid's breath came in shallow bursts, the air around him now tinged with a thin, silvery chill. His veins pulsed with the power of the Frost Emperor, the talent he had recently replicated — a gift of absolute dominion over ice and cold. And his bloodline... it roared in approval.

"Your enemies grow stronger, hatchling," Noctis's voice echoed, both taunting and encouraging. "But so do you. Show me the might of the Frost Emperor."

Azvoid's grin widened, eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. His hands lifted, fingers curling as if commanding the very air itself. With a thought, a glacial mist spread from his body, tendrils of freezing energy intertwining with the darkness around him.

The writhing monstrosities lunged toward him with ravenous hunger, but he was ready.

"Frost Dominion!" Azvoid roared.

The ground beneath him erupted into a frozen wasteland. Spikes of jagged ice shot upward like the fangs of a primordial beast, impaling several of the shadow creatures in an instant. Their distorted forms writhed and twisted, frozen solid before they could even comprehend what was happening.

The air itself turned hostile under Azvoid's will. Frost-laden winds surged forward, tearing into the creatures' bodies with merciless efficiency. But the true brilliance of the Frost Emperor talent lay not just in its destructive power, but its ability to conquer and assimilate.

Every beast he slaughtered, every twisted shadow that shattered beneath his icy might, sent waves of energy coursing through his bloodline. He could feel it — the impurities being eradicated, his bloodline growing purer with every kill.

His bloodline greedily devoured the power, refining itself, perfecting itself. The once faint sensation of disdain it had for mere replicated talents had dulled, as if acknowledging the Frost Emperor's worth.

But Azvoid was far from done.

Two monstrous creatures charged at him in unison, their serrated claws gleaming with abyssal venom. Azvoid's eyes narrowed. His body flickered, Phantom Reflex guiding his movements like a dance of shadows and illusions.

He reappeared behind the creatures, his hands crackling with frost energy. "Freeze."

His voice was a command — an absolute decree. A pulse of glacial force erupted from his palms, washing over the beasts in a torrent of icy wrath. Their bodies solidified instantly, turned into grotesque statues of shadow and frost.

"Good," Noctis rumbled with satisfaction. "The Frost Emperor talent suits you well. But do not grow arrogant. You are merely scratching the surface of your bloodline's potential."

Azvoid laughed, the sound wild and unrestrained. "Who said I was satisfied? This is just the beginning!"

More creatures emerged from the chasm, their howls filling the air with a dreadful cacophony. But Azvoid only grinned wider. His power surged with each battle, his bloodline burning away weakness and impurities with merciless precision.

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He thrust his hand forward, space itself rippling under the force of his will. Using his Space Vector Master talent, he tore open miniature spatial rifts, drawing the beasts into a freezing void where their bodies shattered from the inside out.

The battlefield was chaos incarnate, a dance of blood and ice and darkness.

Azvoid's bloodline continued to devour the essence of his enemies, refining itself with every beast slain. His senses sharpened, his power swelling beyond anything he had experienced before.

But deep down, he knew this was only the beginning of Shadow's Judgment. Noctis wouldn't make it easy. Not when the true purpose of the trial was to purify his bloodline to its utmost limit.

Azvoid's fists clenched, the cold aura around him intensifying. "Come on, Noctis. Throw more at me. Let's see if you can make me break."

Noctis's laughter boomed through the darkness, both amused and approving. "Very well, hatchling. Let us see if you are worthy of bearing the title of Supreme Dragon Beast Tamer."

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