Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

The creatures twitched again, their glowing eyes locking onto the enforcers.

The officers barely had time to react before the creatures charged at them.

“Open fire!” the squad leader bellowed. Gunfire erupted, muzzle flashes illuminating the dense red mist as bullets tore into the mutated figures.

But it wasn’t enough.

Some of the creatures staggered from the impact, their flesh rupturing in sickening bursts—only to keep moving as if pain no longer existed for them.

Others twisted unnaturally, dodging bullets in ways no human ever could.

One officer managed to land a headshot, dropping one of the monsters to the ground. He exhaled in relief—only for his breath to hitch as the body convulsed violently and then, impossibly, began to stand back up.

“Shit! They’re not staying down!” another officer screamed, reloading frantically.

Then the creatures were upon them.

A sickening crunch filled the air as one of the officers got his leg bitten off, his scream cut short as jagged claws tore through his body armor like paper. Blood splattered across the pavement.

“Fall back! FALL BACK!” the squad leader yelled, but it was already too late.

A female officer barely had time to raise her rifle before a mutated human slammed into her, its elongated fingers wrapping around her throat.

She gasped, struggling against its bizarre strength, but the thing only grinned—its sharp, blackened teeth glistening in the dim light—before sinking them into her shoulder.

Her agonized scream sent chills through the surviving officers.

The squad leader gritted his teeth. “We need—!”

His words died in his throat as something massive emerged from the portal.

A towering monster, easily twice the height of a man, its body pulsing with a red glow beneath thick, sinewy flesh. Its arms, far too long for its body, dragged along the ground, its clawed fingers carving deep scars into the pavement.

And then, it roared.

The sheer force of the sound shattered nearby windows, sending glass raining onto the blood-soaked street.

The remaining officers stumbled, some clutching their helmets as the sheer pressure of the noise rattled their bones.

The squad leader turned to run—only for a claw to tear straight through his chest from behind.

The news crew, hovering above in their helicopter, watched in absolute horror.

The reporter, watched with wide, terrified eyes, clutched her microphone so tightly her knuckles turned white.

The cameraman beside her kept the lens focused on the unfolding slaughter, though his hands trembled.

“O-Oh my God… L-Ladies and gentlemen… I-I don’t know what we’re witnessing…” the reporter stammered, her voice cracking.

On the monitors in homes and buildings across the city, the broadcast played live—showing the brutal carnage as officers were torn apart one by one, their weapons useless against the horrors spilling into their world.

“This… This isn’t just a portal breach…” the reporter swallowed hard. “This is a massacre.”

Below, the towering creature slowly turned its head upward, its glowing red eyes locking onto the helicopter.

The news crew froze.

Then it moved.

With a sudden burst of speed, the monster crouched—then leapt, soaring through the air straight toward them.

Swatting them to the earth as if the helicopter was a mere fly.

The descent should have been it for them.

A plummet into fire and twisted metal, the kind of ending that played on loop in the nightmares of every fool who had ever hovered too close to hell.

But instead—an impossible pause.

The gut-churning pull of gravity vanished, instead in its place, a strange, almost gentle suspension now carried them.

The reporter, heart still hammering against her ribs, looked up—just in time to see something far more terrifying than the monsters below.

A figure in black armor, sleek and smooth, its contours catching the city’s dim light like liquid shadow.

A woman, though not entirely—she had dragon-like wings beat the air, a long tail curling behind her like a lazy afterthought.

They touched the ground without a jolt, as she dropped them gently. The moment the crew’s feet met the pavement, the woman spoke, her voice smooth but firm.

“Humans. Get to safety.”

It wasn’t a suggestion.

The reporter, still gripping her useless microphone as if it could somehow tether her to normalcy, stared. Then it clicked. The armor, the wings, the horns on her head.

This was one of his.

Alister’s dragons.

She didn’t need to say her name. Didn’t need to explain. The moment they understood what she was, the rest of the crew didn’t wait for a second warning. They ran.

The reporter lingered for just a heartbeat longer, her journalist instincts warring with her self-preservation, but after a glance from that titan with lengthy warms earlier, she turned and—finally ran for her life, or more accurately behind some hover cars.

She and the rest of her crew couldn’t possibly miss reporting such an event! Curious suicide of freaks.

Tue female dragon knight, Fenris, reached out her hand.

A battleaxe materialized in a burst of purple lightning, crackling like a storm caged in metal.

The weapon was massive—broad-bladed, wickedly curved, and far too heavy for any ordinary human to wield. But then, she was anything but ordinary.

Across the battlefield, the Union commander spotted her. A look of recognition flashed across his blood-smeared face, quickly followed by something dangerously close to relief.

“Fall back!” he bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Backup is here!”

Not reinforcements. Not support. Just her. And apparently, that was enough.

The officers didn’t argue. They ran past her, their boots slapping against blood-slick pavement, their eyes avoiding the bodies of their comrades they couldn’t save.

She barely noticed them.

Her gaze had already locked onto the tallest of the monsters—the one that had sent the helicopter spiraling to its doom, the one standing amidst the carnage like a king surveying his ruined kingdom.

It turned, sensing her stare.

And then she moved.

The towering creature—this self-proclaimed reaper of men—turned its glowing red eyes to meet her charge. It didn’t flinch. Didn’t step back.

Perhaps it believed itself untouchable.

She would correct that mistake.

With a swing that cracked the air like a lightning strike, her battleaxe came down.

The monster reacted, its grotesquely elongated arm snapping up to intercept. Clawed fingers, thick as steel bars, met the descending blade—

And promptly lost.

Purple lightning surged through the axe, arcing into the beast’s flesh. The moment the edge made contact, the creature’s arm didn’t just split; it exploded in a burst of charred, disintegrating sinew.

A shriek tore from the monster’s throat, high and piercing, rattling the very bones of the dead. It staggered back, its severed limb twitching uselessly on the ruined street.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then she exhaled, shifting her grip on the axe.

“Not so fun when you’re the one getting torn apart, is it?”

The beast didn’t answer—at least, not in words.

With a deep, guttural snarl, it lunged, its remaining claw streaking toward her, fast as a whip crack.

She moved faster.

Twisting midair, she flipped over the strike, her dragon tail whipping behind her like a black serpent. The moment she landed, she planted her foot forward and swung again—this time at its neck.

The axe carved through the air, trailing violet sparks.

The beast saw death coming.

It roared, its maw opening wide—

And then the axe met its mark.

The impact was instant. The sound—less of a slice, more of a detonation—sent shockwaves across the street. A line of purple lightning split the mist as the monster’s head left its shoulders, severed in one clean, merciless stroke.

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