Dracotitán

"I promise it won't happen again." Upon hearing Helen Herman's reprimand, Muria immediately corrected his attitude and acknowledged his mistake. For a Titan, his earlier words were extremely inappropriate. No matter how eloquently he spoke or how logical his reasons, breaking a promise was against the Titan's nature.

"Go and release Michalella from her chains," Helen Herman directed, pointing at the Seraphim girl wrapped in chains. "If you have questions, you can ask them after you've freed her."

With a resigned expression, Muria approached Michalella and inspected the chains that looked as though they were forged from pure white metal. "These chains... how do they unlock?"

Michalella, like Muria, was also of golden level, but a rank higher than him. Yet, despite her superior strength, she was completely immobilized by these chains.

Feeling inadequate to the task with his current power, Muria looked helplessly towards Helen Herman.

"What are you looking at her for?" Michalella grew impatient as Muria examined the chains without action. "Just use your sword to cut them."

"I could hurt you if I use my sword..." Muria started to say but was quickly interrupted by Michalella.

"Just cut them! Stop dawdling. Are you even a Titan? I'm wearing a set of legendary armor; your sword couldn't possibly hurt me."

Encouraged by her words, Muria's expression twisted wryly as he summoned the thunderous power surrounding him into his greatsword. He then raised his sword and slashed decisively at Michalella's chains.

With a "clang!" the chains unexpectedly shattered easily, dissipating into a cloud of incandescent flames, while his sword struck Michalella, sparking off her armor.

"Hmm... Hmm!" The force of the heavy sword, though mostly blocked by the armor, still pushed Michalella back a step.

Muria then turned his gaze to Helen Herman's white and gold armor, and his face soured as he noticed his blade had deformed after striking Michalella!

"Hmph, told you your sword couldn't hurt me." Michalella looked smugly at Muria's disgruntled face. "Now, what did you want to ask me?"

Muria, distressed by his warped sword, was momentarily distracted by Michalella's voice. He composed himself and focused on Michalella's ten blazing wings of white-hot flames before voicing his long-held question.

"Other Seraphim have three pairs of wings. Why do you and your brother differ, with him having four pairs and you having five?"

"Because my brother and I are both geniuses!" Michalella responded naturally, looking back at her wings.

"Geniuses?" Muria was momentarily puzzled; he had never heard anyone boast so frankly.

"We are descendants of an ancient god. Our wings are a symbol of our divine heritage. The number of wings represents the purity of our lineage; more wings mean a closer bloodline to the ancient gods." Michalella explained calmly as she gripped a war sword silently.

"So that's it." Realization dawned on Muria that Michalella wasn't just boasting—according to her, the number of wings they had truly marked them as geniuses within the Seraphim.

"Understand now? Good." Michalella smiled, the flames on her wings growing more intense, reflecting her emotional state.

"What are you planning to do?" Muria asked, sensing trouble as the flames began to spread across her body—a posture he knew all too well from the Seraphim when they were about to fight.

"Beat you up!" Michalella responded, and the Seraphim girl, nearly as tall as Muria, swung her sword directly at him as he began to retreat.

Muria instinctively raised his sword to meet her beautiful blade. "Clang!" The upper half of his blade flew off as he staggered back to avoid her strike.

After dodging Michalella's attack, Muria retreated further, looking down at his sword which had effortlessly cut through demons but now had its tip missing.

"A sword forged from Solflame Gold." In that moment, Muria realized the critical importance of a weapon forged from top-tier materials. Just one strike from Michalella had severed his greatsword.

"Are all Seraphim this wealthy?" Muria wondered in disbelief as he took in the sight of Michalella's gear—all forged from legendary metals without compromise.

Knowing the rarity of legendary metals, Muria was well aware that the amount of such metals he had seen on Taiji Island couldn't even forge a single piece of Michalella's armor.

"Oh, I forgot you're not yet at the soul intent level and don't have your exclusive weapon." Michalella chuckled as she drew another sword and tossed it to Muria. "Use this for now. Beating you without a proper weapon wouldn't be satisfying."

Muria caught the sword made entirely of legendary metal and looked questioningly at the Seraphim girl.

Hearing her words, Muria, expressionless, dropped his twin-blade axe and fully activated his dragon bloodline. Golden dragon armor appeared, swiftly covering his body, and the sword in his hand, forged from dazzling Solflame Gold, blazed with golden dragon fire.

"Dragon armor, dragon flame, now I remember." Michalella's eyes lit up as she saw Muria's transformation, and her sword ignited with radiant fire. "A Titan with the blood of the Dragon King, I've wanted to fight you for a long time."

As Muria struck towards Michalella, she met his blade with her own, her battle intent soaring unabated as soon as he revealed his dragon armor. This battle was inevitable.

On the distant legendary battlefield, soul intent-level Titans and Seraphim clashed with the legendary demon, their sword qi and spear force tearing the ground apart in a scene like a tempest tearing through a training ground for demons. The demons, too weak to be of any assistance, were mowed down like grass by the Titans and Seraphim, even the soul intent-level demons unable to withstand a single blow.

And yet, in this demon training ground, where only three could witness this battle, two were engaged in a sword fight while a Titan girl watched the distant fray with an eager gleam in her eye.

"Pfft!" Pale golden blood flew, turning into mist amidst the incandescent flames. Muria's dragon-scale armor, under the legendary metal sword, provided no effective defense.

"Clang!" Muria managed to strike Michalella, numbing his arm with the impact. The legendary armor's defense was so formidable that he felt utterly helpless against it.

After being pushed back by Muria's blow, Michalella stepped forward, slashing at Muria, her sword accompanied by countless light arrows shooting from her wings.

"Grunt!" Muria, irritated, cut through Michalella's sword with his own, his left hand forming a blade aiming for the only unprotected part of her body—her head.

In just a few minutes, Muria had been struck by Michalella numerous times. Had it not been for his training with Helen Herman improving his combat skills, he would have been severely injured, unable to withstand the Solflame Gold sword's sharpness.

"Clang!" Michalella raised her arm, blocking Mur

ia's hand blade, but the impact numbed his hand, cracking the dragon scales which then quickly healed.

"What's the point in continuing?" Muria was utterly frustrated, feeling an urge to scream in defeat. "She's higher level, stronger, and her gear completely outclasses mine. I'm getting completely dominated."

Just as Muria realized this, Michalella disarmed him, knocking the sword from his hand.

"Hey!" Seeing Muria weaponless, Michalella chuckled and dropped her sword, ready to punch the face covered in bone-like dragon armor, her posture brimming with confidence...

The more I write, the less I feel it, not in the zone, just forcing out the chapters.

The first part of the book, I've only written about seventy to eighty percent so far, with a part still unwritten. Initially planning to stop around one hundred chapters, letting the protagonist go out and adventure, now it seems, a hundred chapters just aren't enough.

Damn, the setup took too long... I really want to write the later scenes.