Alchemist In The Apocalypse: Rise Of A Legend!



George Winter, the king who had previously attacked Andrew Dawn, leading to his daughter's current dire situation, watched as the two ice mages, who were his subjects, engaged in battle with the drake in front of him. 

After enduring a soul attack from Andrew Dawn, George Winter's daughter had come perilously close to having her soul disintegrate, nearly succumbing to death. Despite this, she remained far from being out of danger, as the magical item provided by Andrew Dawn offered only meager assistance.

In his relentless quest to aid his daughter, George Winter scoured every possible source for a solution, including the primordial chronicle, where he eventually uncovered a remedy. This solution, however, was a recipe from the store that necessitated individuals with specific occupations, with alchemists being particularly recommended and emphasized.

Motivated by this discovery, George Winter initiated another search program to locate individuals possessing the requisite skills mentioned in the recipe. Fortunately, after another search of the store, he successfully found an alchemist ranked within the top 100, much to his delight.

However, when George messaged the alchemist using the store's function, the alchemist demanded a substantial sum of gold coins for his services. Although the cost was steep, George Winter was prepared to pay it, having made the decision to go all out.

In pursuit of the materials required to craft what would aid his daughter, George Winter personally participated in the hunt alongside his subjects. This explained his current presence as he observed his subjects, the twin female ice mages, battling the formidable fire drake before him.

Despite possessing the ability to easily dispatch the drake, George Winter chose to have the ice sisters handle the challenge as part of their training. His primary objective was to obtain the drake's heart, with the means of acquisition being of secondary concern to him.

With various thoughts racing through his mind, George watched the ongoing fight before him.

The frozen tundra crackled with energy as two ice mages, their robes billowing in the icy wind, squared off against a ferocious fire drake. The air was alive with tension as the elements clashed in a battle of power and will.

The first ice mage raised a slender hand, fingers trembling with anticipation. A cascade of frost-blue energy surged from her fingertips, forming intricate ice shards that whizzed toward the fiery monstrosity. The drake, wreathed in flames, roared defiantly, its fiery maw opening wide to spew molten fury. But before the flames could reach their target, the second ice mage stepped forward, her eyes shimmering with determination.

With a graceful sweep of her hand, she conjured a swirling vortex of frigid air. The flames collided with the howling tempest, extinguishing themselves in a hiss of steam. The drake recoiled, its scaly hide sizzling as it encountered the biting cold. It bellowed, a primal roar of frustration.

Seizing the opportunity, the first mage extended her arms wide, drawing upon the very essence of frost itself. Ice crystals formed around him, coalescing into an intricate suit of armor. She charged toward the drake, his boots leaving frosty footprints in his wake.

The second mage danced in the opposite direction, her steps leaving delicate patterns of frost on the ground. She raised her arms high, and a shimmering, translucent shield sprang into existence, deflecting the drake's fiery breath.

The battle raged on as the first ice mage, now encased in her icy armor, closed in on the drake. Each step sent frosty shockwaves through the ground, causing the fiery creature to stumble and falter. With a mighty swing of her frozen gauntlet, she struck the drake's flank, sending a cascade of frost and ice coursing through its fiery veins. The drake roared in agony, its scales cracking under the extreme temperature change.

Meanwhile, the second ice mage maintained her defensive stance, her shield shimmering with ethereal power. The drake's relentless barrage of fiery breath was no match for the resilient barrier of ice and magic she had summoned. The flames evaporated into steam upon contact, leaving her untouched.

The drake, now wounded and infuriated, thrashed its massive tail, attempting to catch the first mage off guard. But she was quick on his feet, gracefully leaping over the scalding appendage. In mid-air, she summoned a hailstorm of icy spikes and hurled them at the drake's exposed underbelly. Each shard struck true, and the drake howled in agony.

George Winter, standing at a distance, observed the fight with a mixture of pride and anxiety. 

The fire drake, battered and weakened, continued to resist. It spat gouts of flames, but the second mage's shield held strong. The first mage relentlessly assaulted it with icy barrages, encasing the drake's legs in thick ice. The once-proud creature was now a frozen, fiery husk.

As the fight raged on, the drake's movements grew sluggish. Its fiery breaths became feeble puffs of smoke. Ice encased its body, spreading like a creeping glacier, making its every motion a laborious effort. The fire in its eyes dimmed as the relentless cold drained its strength.

The first mage, recognizing the drake's vulnerability, pressed the attack. She summoned a swirling blizzard that engulfed the drake, plunging it into an icy abyss. The drake thrashed and roared, but its fiery roars turned into pitiful wails as the cold continued to seep into its very core.

The second mage, her shield still gleaming, watched for any signs of retaliation. Her concentration never wavered, ensuring that not a single ember of the drake's fury would touch her or her companion.

With one final, bone-chilling blast, the first mage shattered the drake's frozen form, scattering shards of ice and fiery scales across the tundra. The once-mighty creature had been reduced to a frigid, lifeless statue.

George Winter, his heart filled with a mix of reprieve and pride, approached the victorious mages. 

The fight was won, and they had obtained the precious drake's heart, a vital component for the alchemical remedy that could save his daughter's soul.

The ice mages, their breath forming frosty clouds in the cold air, turned to face their king. They had not only faced a formidable foe but had done so with remarkable skill and courage. 

George Winter knew that their journey was far from over, but in that moment, he felt a glimmer of hope that his daughter's dire situation might soon be reversed.

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