Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

Tiny sprouts pushed through the cracks in the broken road, and vines wove through the debris, pulsing with his mana.

The blood pooled around her reversed its course, flowing back into her wounds as they sealed shut. Her torn skin mended seamlessly, and warmth spread through her body as strength returned to her limbs.

Anya took a slow, steady breath as she felt the pain fade away.

Slowly, she pushed herself up, marveling at the sheer effectiveness of the healing. She glanced at Silvyr, her brow slightly raised.

“Another one of Alister’s dragons—why is this one so little?” she asked.

Silvyr frowned, puffing up slightly. “I don’t like it when humans call me ‘little,'” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “I’m old enough to be like an ancestor to you.”

Before Anya could respond, the sudden screeching of tires echoed through the air. In the distance, several sleek, armored vehicles came to an abrupt stop.

The doors burst open, and Union officials poured out, their weapons already drawn.

The red glow of laser sights cut through the dust and smoke as they took aim at Cinder and Silvyr.

“Identify yourselves!” one of the officers barked. “Step away from the guildmaster and surrender immediately!”

Cinder let out a small sigh, as if already tired of the situation. She cast Anya a brief glance before speaking.

“We’ll see you later,” she said casually. “Take care now.”

A golden portal flared to life beside her, its swirling glow illuminating the street. Silvyr gave a small wave before stepping through, and without another word, Cinder followed.

The portal collapsed in on itself with a soft hum, leaving behind only the confused and armed officials—and Anya, standing amidst the wreckage, wondering just what she had gotten herself into.

Staring at the spot where Cinder and Silvyr had disappeared, she let out a long, exhausted sigh before muttering, “Ah, shit… How the hell am I supposed to explain all this to Klaus?”

Her gaze swept over the shattered street, the cracked asphalt, and the scattered debris. The destruction was… extensive. Then, after a moment of thought, a slow smirk crept onto her lips.

“Wait a second,” she muttered. “I don’t think I have to pay for this. The Union usually handles this kind of mess since it was technically a monster attack.”

That thought eased some of the tension in her shoulders.

Meanwhile, the Union officers, still standing by their vehicles, exchanged confused glances. The horned and tailed figures they had just been aiming at had vanished without a trace.

One of them finally yelled as they all lowered their weapons slightly. “Guildmaster, are you okay?”

Anya stretched her arms, rolling her shoulders as if testing her newly healed body. She flashed a grin.

“Never been better.”

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The heavy boots of Union officers pounded against the tile floor as they stormed into the hospital, their weapons drawn.

Civilians were ushered out, some stumbling, others being carried by paramedics.

Cries of fear echoed through the halls as nurses and doctors struggled to maintain order, but nothing could stop the sheer terror that spread like wildfire.

Deeper inside, near one of the emergency wings, a grotesque scene awaited.

A monster—tall, lean, and covered in dark, sinewy flesh—crouched over a bloodied corpse, its jagged teeth sinking into torn muscle. The dying man beneath it clawed at the floor, his fingers weakly grasping for salvation, but his strength was fading fast.

“Help… please…” His voice barely came out, a wheezing whisper.

The lead Union officer raised his rifle, his voice sharp over the comms.

“Contact with the target!”

The rest of the squad instantly reacted, taking firing positions. The hallway was narrow, forcing them into a staggered formation as they took aim.

“Open fire!”

The room erupted with gunfire. Bullets tore through the air, sparks flying where stray shots hit medical carts and shattered glass.

The monster’s body twisted unnaturally, moving with an erratic grace that made it hard to track. The bullets that did land barely slowed it down, the wounds sealing almost as fast as they formed.

Then, it moved.

A blur of dark flesh and gleaming claws shot forward.

“Shit! It’s fast—!”

The warning was cut off as the creature lunged at one of the officers, its claws carving through the man’s chest plate like it was paper. Blood sprayed against the sterile white walls. The officer barely had time to scream before he was ripped apart, his body crumbling to the floor in a heap of mangled limbs.

More gunfire. More shouting.

The creature didn’t stop. It dashed between them, weaving through the storm of bullets like a shadow, striking down officer after officer.

The hallways became a slaughterhouse, the walls painted with streaks of blood as lives were snuffed out in an instant.

The air was thick with the scent of blood.

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Meanwhile, back with Claus and Lila—

The sound of approaching boots grew louder. Union officers burst into the devastated hallway where Claus, Lila, and her parents lay, using the opposite entry to avoid encountering the monster. Their eyes widened in horror at the state of the scene—the blood-streaked floor, the barely conscious Veyra, and Daren’s unmoving body.

One of them, a woman with a radio in her hand, immediately shouted, “We need healers over here! Now!”

Lila barely registered the voices around her.

She was kneeling beside her father, her hands trembling as she tried to force healing magic into him.

The green glow flickered weakly against his wounds, but they remained open—deep, gaping injuries that refused to close. Her breath came in ragged sobs.

“Come on, please, please work!” she cried, her voice breaking.

Veyra, now stabilized thanks to Lila’s earlier efforts, weakly turned her head to see her husband’s still body. Tears welled in her exhausted eyes.

Claus, still slumped against the wall, clenched his fists. He knew the truth—Daren’s wounds weren’t healing because of whatever had infected Orien. It was spreading, disrupting normal healing processes, and Lila was too drained to be using magic at this point.

“Lila, stop,” Claus said, his voice firm. Obviously, he knew her name since he had read Orien’s files and knew who his relatives were before arriving here.

She ignored him, pressing her glowing hands harder against her father’s chest.

“Lila!” Claus snapped. “You’ve lost too much blood—if you keep this up, you’ll—”

She didn’t hear the rest.

A sudden wave of dizziness crashed over her. The magic flickered out, her hands falling away from Daren’s body. Her vision blurred, and before she could even try to hold herself up—

She collapsed.

Just then, more medics rushed in.

A stretcher was rolled into place. “Get them on board—her, her father, and the mother!”

Several hands moved quickly, lifting Lila’s unconscious form onto the stretcher, securing her beside her parents. Daren’s state was critical, and though Veyra was stable, she was still weak. Claus exhaled sharply, pushing himself upright despite the pain in his body.

One of the officers turned to him, helping him up. “We need to move them now! Are you coming?”

Claus hesitated, his mind racing. The monster was still out there, tearing through officers, and Orien—no, the thing that used to be Orien—was still somewhere in the building. But looking at Lila, her parents, and the destruction around them, he knew they had no choice.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Let’s go.”

As the medics wheeled the stretchers away, the chaos in the hospital raged on.

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