Danmachi: Westward Cloud [Complete]

[Vol.4] Quest 352- Westward Cloud, Final Chapter, Part 2- Footsteps of Spring.

The space in the area truly became unbearable for the wyverns that survived to be in, as the pressure that was being exerted could be felt to the Empire, which was 179 miles away.

Metis and Zeus, who were nearby, they could feel it affect them down to their knees.

"My…" Sweat dripped down Metis’ forehead. "What outstanding pressure!" Metis said with a smile.

"Dammit! Some god of wisdom! Who would be stupid enough to get this damn close? I’ve lived too long to go back to heaven like this!" Zeus pointed it out.

"Shut up and keep moving! You need to get to Orario, so get going!"

"Then we should have parted—"

"Like you would do as I say, Zeus, now go!"

The world waited with bated breath for a single movement, not from the flap of their wings but from their whole bodies.

They locked eyes for a good couple of seconds before—

"Fafnir!!!" Cirrus shouted.

Fooom!!

A white shadow cut through the sky.

"!!"

The Black Dragon looked up to see a white dragon diving towards it as if it were re-entering the atmosphere.

Fafnir’s speed was just below the speed of light, just enough for her to process where she was going.

She opens her mouth and forms another mouth within to chant two magics.

"(Savagely roar. Pillar of Genesis, allow the heavens to burn in my wrath. Asmodeus, incarnate of flames. King of Inferno.) [Hell Lance]!!! (Blow, force of wind. Your servant asks you, Paimon. Incarnate of wisdom. King of Wind.) [Bellowing Force]!!!"

BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!

Fafnir came down with blue, flaming fury.

The Black Dragon flapped its wings to meet Fafnir.

"Bwoosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The black dragon spewed purple fire up toward Fafnir when—

Grab!!!

"!!"

—It didn’t notice the other dangerous threat under it from the valley.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Hecton had snuck around through the shadows.

With all of his strength from his multiple limbs, he grabbed the Dragon’s tail and swung it down with tectonic plate shifting, which might completely change the landscape in a single move.

RUUUUUUUUMBLE~!!!!

Fafnir then came in and struck the Black Dragon with tungsten-melting flames, changing the landscape to that of a visage of hell.

"Bwoosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Black Dragon tanked that attack as if a child blew their hot breath at them.

"Annoying. Heathens."

With no effort at all, it lifted itself back up from the molten magma like a pro dancer lifting themselves with the sheer strength of their torso.

"Stay down!!!" He shouted.

Hecton then unleashed his assault of mountain-punching fists, each one with the force of punching a hole through the mountain bases.

Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!!

The Black Dragon used its wings as a shield to block the attack. The sounds of meaty thuds echo throughout the valley, leaving behind bruised fists and wings.

"I do not know how you turned against—"

"Shut the fuck up!!!!"

Swish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fafnir began to cut around where the roots of its wings were with sharp, extendable claws.

"Bothersome—"

Stab!!

"You like the sound of your fucking voice, huh?" Cirrus said, having impaled White Night into its flaming right eye.

"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a bellowing heaven-shaking roar shot through the land.

"Grr!!" It rang in Cirrus’ ears, causing them to bleed.

The Black Dragon dropped its wings, and Hecton took full advantage of it as he laid into the Black Dragon, bashing it while avoiding Cirrus. Fafnir flew high in the air.

"Vesta!! Quickly get the flame!!!"

‘I’m trying!! But it grew too much to take it all in—"

"Ba-d p-ble!!!!!!!" Its vocabulary had dropped, but its strength hadn’t fallen at all. "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Black Dragon felt an embarrassing shame to have let that happen right after it had said.

‘Cirrus!!! Get away!!! The flame is growing again!!!’ Vesta shouted at him.

"Hecton!!! Fafnir!!! Get back!!!!" Cirrus, with all of his strength, ripped White Night from its eye and flew back.

The Black Dragon’s flaming eye then burst into a bloody-red fire.

BWOOSH!!!

Its infernal appearance reminded Cirrus of a trailer long ago of a metallic death-bringing dragon whose hatred burned as much as the lava inside it. That is what The Black Dragon resembled, as the fire only illuminated the already light-eating darkness of its scales.

It looked around as if looking for prey to eat and turned in the Empire’s direction.

It’s reason?

‘Human. Group. Weakness!’

The Black Dragon knows from its long life and the corrupted flame that to kill a strong foe, you must distract them with other things.

"No." Cirrus knew instantly. That was the only civilization within miles.

"People! Die!!"

FLAP-FLAP!!!!!!!

It began to fly towards the Empire.

"HECTON!!!!" Cirrus shouted.

Hecton’s arms shot from the shadows underneath the Black Dragon and grabbed their tail.

"You will not run away!!!!" Hecton then pulled with all of his strength and slammed the Black Dragon again.

RUUUUUUMBLE!!!!

"FAFNIR!!! KEEP ASSAULTING IT!! DO NOT LET IT—Cough! Cough!" Cirrus wobbled a bit in the air, enough that Fafnir quickly got him on her back.

"Master, are you alright?" Fafnir said.

"Ugh. Yes. Do as I say NOW." He held on tight.

"Understood."

Fafnir then began to go faster. Cirrus opened his wings and blew back into the sky.

"Vesta, the flame? Circe, my body?" Cirrus took out a Full Restore and drank it.

'It only accelerated the poisoning. I’m working to lessen it for now, but the Black Dragon still has more.’

‘I am also working to fix your body, Cirrus, but it’s only getting weaker.’ Circe said. ‘The more you take, the more your body breaks apart.’

‘And so too does your will and mind.’ Vesta added.

Cirrus began to hear the gnawing voices in his head.

"No matter." He reaches into his shadow and draws Gram. "I will not lose myself!!! Gram!!!! Full release!!!!!!!!!!!"

The emerald and ruby sword glowed brightly, along with the runes. Cirrus’s eyes grew sharper than any blade he had created, or even sharper than Ai’s swordsmanship. Cirrus was 100% focused, as they resembled whirlpools.

"Let’s take this fucking stain westward, away from any civilization."

FLAP-FLAP!!!!!!

Cirrus made sure the Black Dragon wouldn’t have the option of escaping.

"URAAAAAA!!!!!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Bam!!"

Hecton with his barrages of punches.

"(Penetrate, lance of thunder. Your servant asks you, Amdusias. Incarnate of power. King of Thunder.) [Sunlight Spear]!!!! (Lament, storm of frost. Your servant asks you, Crocell. Incarnate of patience. King of Ice.) [Ice Age]!!!!!!"

Fafnir’s magic assaults.

And lastly, Cirrus’s might.

"(SING)!!! RED SPRITES!!!!!"

From high above, the Cumulonimbus cloud’s Cirrus rains down red lightning.

CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!! CRACKLE!!!!

Through the shower of blue thunder, Cirrus impales the Black Dragon's eye again.

"SUP BITCH!!!" Cirrus shouted, gazing into its impaled eye.

"!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*" Even though it has been impaled, when the Black Dragon saw Cirrus’s swirling eyes, they reminded it of another that is long forgotten, all but one thing: their relentless fury. "ANNOYING!!! PEBBLE!!!" It shouted in fury.

At that moment, the Black Dragon knew they would not be able to leave. This was a fight in which only one of them would walk away alive.

"Well, you’re not so pleasant either, dickhead!!" Cirrus insulted it with a gleeful smile.

It also knew that it hated Cirrus with a literal burning passion. By hate, it fucking hated him, both because of its pride and the Corrupted Flame.

"DIE!!!"

In its fury, a horn broke through its scales and shot out at Cirrus.

"!?" Cirrus immediately tensed up as both Circe and Vesta moved his body back.

Crack!!!

The horn barely got him, but it did get his belt. The belt that hid his affliction.

‘It broke my magic tool!!’ Cirrus thought. ‘No matter, everything will be laid out eventually.’

The long and arduous battle has only just begun.