The Primal Blood Demonic Dragon

The world trembled.

It did not pause, did not sigh, did not shift subtly. It quaked. As if something ancient had stirred in its depths a forgotten terror roused from millennia of slumber. The earth cracked in wide veins, air itself seemed to groan with pressure, and sky above pulsed with a dim, sickly light. But it was not the other one that was the source this time.

It was Gin.

Where once stood the silver-blue wolf, now loomed a figure beyond comprehension. A massive, coiled silhouette eclipsed the twilight, green scales glowing like liquid jade under the trembling starry sky. Two horns spiraled from either side of a broad, serpentine or longer wolf skull, arching backward like twin spears of nature’s wrath. His four claws, each the size of small houses, pressed against the trembling earth. His tail stretched far into the jungle behind him, slicing the terrain as if even mountains would not defy its path.

He was becoming something else. No he had become his true form which is shrinking slowly.

The dragon soul.

Pressure poured off of his body like an avalanche, suffocating and immense. The sky above, the ground below, even the winds that cut through the trees shivered at his presence. His form pulsed with power, and though it remained mostly still, the force radiating from him threatened to undo the very shape of the world.

And as the immense dragon soul roared into being, his body continued to shrank.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Not weakening, but condensing.

Every moment his form drew inward, the pressure only increased, focused like a thousand red stars into the heart of his core. Each vibration from his being shook the entire forest, not in chaos but in warning as if the world itself prepared to either bow or break. The once indistinct shadow in the sky pulled together, revealing the body hidden in the radiant mist of soul energy.

At a hundred meters tall, the true form of Gin’s transformation was finally visible.

A green dragon.

His scales shimmered like emerald leaves kissed by starlight. Veins of dark green energy pulsed under each one, evidence of the elements swirling in his soul. The two horns gleamed like polished jade weapons. His claws dug trenches into the dirt, glowing faintly with a blue sheen from lightning. Five elemental hues swirled in orbit around his immense figure green for wood, blue for water, white for light, black for darkness and silver for something.

He has some ideas about it but isn’t sure himself yet.

And brimming soul energy. Everywhere in his being.

All five of the women stood still, not speaking, not even breathing too deeply. From their positions further outside the canopies, they stared.

No longer in any trance.

No longer blaming.

No longer bound.

Their eyes shone not with confusion or sorrow but awe. Reverence. Fear, perhaps. Wonder, certainly.

They had not seen his transformation. Not truly. Not until now. Before, all they had glimpsed was the shifting shadow that darkened the canopy above them. But now now they saw what he truly was. A being omnipotent and boundless. Something both majestic and terrifying. As if world itself is beneath him.

Gin didn’t speak. There was no need to waste words.

He raised his massive head to the sky.

He wasn’t going to rush at something. He wasn’t going to question. He had made a decision in the moment his aura erupted and now he was going to act.

His maw began to glow.

At first, just green energy gathered near the corners of his mouth. Wood energy, primal and dense. Then, water droplets condensed in the air and rushed toward his forming strike. Light spiraled upward like ribbons, weaving into the golden storm of energy. Cracks of darkness lashed out from his scales and were pulled into the forming core. And silver energy subtle looking but formed a smoldering silver shell around the swirling orb as well merging within. Increasing the force of the ball of energy by other four elements combined.

All five elemental affinities.

All of them drawn together into a single, unified force.

And at the core of that orb, soul energy pulsed. Not just his own raw soul energy gathered through years but also with precise control From within his soul consciousness. Which he was incapable of controlling with his body.

Pressure released from the force of the ball of energy is enough shook the world to the core. As if it might break any moment.

Yet as if it is not enough.

The tree from branch floating deep in his soul consciousness space began to glow.

It shone brighter than ever before. Its leaves shimmered with the five elements, branches arching like arms into the sky of his inner world. Roots of elements floating deeper into his being. And in a single motion, it pulsed sending forth its energy, willingly on its own without Gin interfering to the dragon outside. Amplifying the glob of energy further.

Not soon after

The orb in Gin’s mouth swelled, and the trembling world around him began to crack.

Not the ground. Not the trees. Not the stones.

The very fabric of space.

Cracks shimmered like spiderwebs in the air. Light bled through them into void of unknown. The sky grew unstable, warping like the surface of water hit by raindrops. Birds, insects, harmless organisms vanished soom after. Previous engaged beasts froze mid-step while their forms turning to transparent slowly. And through it all, the five women did not move. They only watched.

With eyes wide.

With hearts racing.

With breath caught in throats that could not scream.

They saw it then.

What he was.

He was a force. A will. A truth carved into the bones of the reality.

And he was unleashing that truth.

The glow in his mouth reached a blinding intensity. The five-colored orb now spun faster than speed to be visible, wrapped in a lattice of soul threads guided by the him. Gin’s claws dug into the ground.

He aimed his head toward the sky.

And fired.

The orb did not fly. It did not launch. It erupted. The moment it left his maw, the world screamed.

A sound unlike anything mortal ears could bear thundered across the skies. Space shattered like glass. Reality itself convulsed, as if wounded by a blow it could not comprehend. The beam of soul-infused elemental destruction tore through the clouds and struck the space above, piercing whatever illusion or force had ensnared this wilderness.

The five women burst into particles the moment the orb reached its zenith.

Not from the blast.

But as if undone by its truth.

As if their forms, once puppeted or bound, could no longer exist in the presence of Gin’s unleashed soul.

They turned to light, dissolving gently into the wind, their expressions calm not knowing from start to finish, why they were even here.

Gin saw them go.

One by one.

Lucy.

Saira.

Xingning.

Jean.

Alice.

He knew this was going to happen the moment he took his form of dragon. His soul body which was suppose to be transparent was on physical form after he destroyed the wolf flesh.

This is a world for souls. Which means only soul can be brought here and will act as physical body.

And then he too began to fade.

His massive dragon body, still hovering above the broken forest floor, became transparent and soon turning into particles just like others.

Darkness covered Gin’s vision just like every time something major happens. Every other senses disabled like didn’t exist.

All vanished.

And then nothing.

Soon his consciousness felt his form.

As if same scene repeating itself soon followed bone chilling pain echoing in every part of his being. Not spiritual but extreme physical pain.

More than pain he was alarmed and immediately spread his spiritual sense instinctively to check if he really was a wolf or not.

But thankfully he was in his own body. Brown haired, green eyed man Gin Long.

But his situation was world apart from the wolf. Far worse, if anyone else was in this state. Might not been left alive.

Both back and front muscle tissues have mostly disappeared. Many places bones visible, arms and legs devoid of any mass of flesh.

Only good points are both of his eyes are in place though left side of skull has no skin only bones.

And most importantly he have his full skeleton without missing any piece and not damaged to excessive level. Just minor scratches and fractures. Which is fur better than missing prices which will have to regrow.

And another thing without much damage the robe-upper green, bottom black.

Some light scratches as if different elemental burns.

And from the looks of it the robe withstand most of the incoming force and prevented him from obliteration.

Feeling relieved his spiritual sense focused on his surroundings.

Dark space with rubbles of stones scattered everywhere with a small space hollow inside where his body lay.

Everywhere is only stone-above him, below him. On four directions still stones.

He spread his spiritual sense further.

Fifty meters on every direction.

Still stone.

Doesn’t matter, below ground of where he lay or above him straight toward or other directions. Everywhere is only stone. Broken scattered, rubbles of stones everywhere.

’What’s even happening? am i travelling from one weird world to another or something?’

’First that memory cycle and after that some world of souls. and now this.....world of stones?’

He couldn’t spread spiritual sense any further than only fifty meters.

Maybe it is the stones that’s limiting the range or most possibly his condition.

But he has no answer other than to wait patiently to recover a little more and try again with wider range of spiritual sense or have healed enough to move physically.

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To Be Continued.