Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System

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The Phantom of Black looked into the skies, the presences of the Vampires grew dimmer and dimmer with each passing minute, until they were all gone.

All of their Blood Shadow Beasts were also defeated quite easily and quickly… The former Immortal, that had once almost reached the stage of a Venerable was left completely speechless at the scene in front of his eyes.

"What… is the meaning of this?!"

Black, the ancient Immortal that had lived for many years couldn't believe what he was seeing. The moment he thought that he would be fighting enemies, he never expected things to go so awry as this moment.

He had even prepared, but never thought his enemy would come from the sky itself, and even more, it was even camouflaging itself while unleashing devastating cannon attacks…

Only two attacks have happened, and his entire territory was in shambles. This was the might of Drake's Empire. Drake was certainly someone… you wouldn't mess around carelessly.

But in all of his life, Black had never thought he would see a mortal with the capacity to do something that only immortals would even come out with. To say the least, mortals only had enough magic to do certain things.

These cannon attacks by themselves seemed to use hundreds of thousands of mana in numerical value, something completely insane that shouldn't even be owned by mortals below Rank 6… and even Rank 6 mortals had a difficult time doing such massive proportion of attacks.

It was true that Drake completely defied logic itself with his antics, but what he had achieve was slowly created over time, from his strong companions using the cannon to the cannon itself, and then Fuyu using it.

But it could also be explained in simple words that Drake was able to accomplish this because he had Unique Skills and was a reincarnated person.

Of course, unlike Greenwood who knew about Drake but not of his identity by itself nor his human form other than his dragon form he once fought using a mecha, Black had no idea Drake was a Unique Skill User, even less Red, who didn't even knew that the man her Vampires fought today was the same that her other group had fought when they were chasing down Ruby!

The truth was, although Drake kind of knew his enemy rather well, it wasn't the same thing for them, he had kept his identity a secret very well, and wasn't going around shouting to his foes his name or origins… Although Black knew that the possibility for the one attacking him now being the same as the one that attempted to kill him within the dreamscape was high, he still wasn't completely sure…

Because Drake hasn't even showed himself.

Indeed, he had been inside of his castle this entire time, which was camouflaged and made invisible, only shooting beams of immense destructive proportions, and then sending his allies to kill the pesky Vampires that flew atop the clouds.

Black now had a dilemma!

What does he do now?!

Red's Vampires were defeated, they were kind of a strong trump card he was planning to use to achieve victory.

But now they were completely gone.

His two beasts were weakened, although they were still alive and with a lot of energy left, however, they were left dizzy and damaged, and might not be able to offer the best they could.

An army of aberrant Mold Beasts were slowly overrunning the Sect from the inside.

He had to act and do something instead of sitting there and watch. Unlike Drake, he couldn't give himself that privilege!

But did he had enough strength? If those Vampires were defeated so easily, what would he be able to even do? What could he do to make any sort of difference?

For the first time ever since he died, Black felt fear… fear of the uncertainty of the future, a future where he wasn't able to calculate things through, a future where he was unable to see through things completely.

Undiscernible…

"Red… your stupid backup served no purpose at all! They all died!" roared Black. He wanted to tell this to her personally, but the artifact within the building got most likely destroyed and if it even survived, it was most likely submerged in the swamp of miasma, slowly dissolving…

Black's frustrating provoked him to see through his own memories, the past that he had left behind, and all the power he once had which was lost.

When he was first "born", and when he developed as a being of his own, when he grew stronger, and when he sook a path on his life.

"You will be named Black."

These were the first words that he heard when he came to be. A simple name depicting the specialization he was forced to master, Darkness and Shadows.

Within this group, names were given to each person based in the element they were going to master. Since they were born that they were predestined to use this very element, and become powerful immortals.

Red was for blood…

Green was for nature…

And so on…

Black was a particularly impressive on his own antics, made to embody darkness, he was harsher and colder than the others, and was even more ruthless and proactive, in just a hundred and fifty years, he had already reached Immortal of Rank 9… and with the help of the other colors, he was on his way to achieve the legendary Rank 10, where all Venerables had stepped into.

However, the world and the heavens themselves were not going to let an aberrant being such as him to do as he pleased, a creation of wickedness made to master an element by an ancient enemy of the world.

Why would the world itself allow such a thing?

The tree of the world, Yggdrasil, in all her splendor and power, utilized her ability to summon Divine Trials, as countless catastrophes befell Black while he was slowly transitioning into Rank 10, and he was killed before he could even reach that stage…

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