Chapter 1881 Dream Assassin Raukaul Maar And Deviant Devil Mamas Mulias
Chapter 1881 Dream Assassin Raukaul Maar And Deviant Devil Mamas Mulias
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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source
Concealed beneath the protective cover of the turtle shell shield, Wyatt remained alert, attuned to the discourse unfolding around him. Before him stood the imposing figures of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon and the colossal muscular devil, engaged in a tense exchange of words. Despite the Dragon's evident fury, it hesitated to make the first move. On the other hand, the muscular devil exuded an air of indifference, displaying no inclination towards aggression as if it had stumbled upon a long-lost affection. Wyatt observed them with a mixture of apprehension and fascination.
Wyatt, harboring apprehension over the looming specter of battle, experienced a wave of relief upon witnessing the apparent reluctance of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon and the muscular devil to engage in direct conflict. Yet, beneath this relief simmered a twinge of disappointment. He had hoped that amidst the clash of these formidable rulers, he could seize the chaos as a diversion for his escape to the sanctuary of the Dark Realm, where he could lie low and evade the tumult of impending strife for a few precious days. However, with the anticipated confrontation now hanging in an uncertain balance.
Despite the initial disappointment, Wyatt found a glimmer of hope amidst the tension-ridden scene unfolding before him. The subtle dynamics at play hinted at a potential resolution that could favor his escape plans. Observing how the muscular devil asserted its dominance by invoking its blood rule domain first, Wyatt discerned that its primary objective might not be to engage in direct combat with the Elder Anesthesia Dragon. Instead, it seemed intent on preventing the Dragon from evading its grasp once more. Conversely, the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's visible agitation suggested that it was compelled to either confront the muscular devil head-on or retreat, both of which could escalate into a full-blown battle. Wyatt recognized that patience would be his greatest ally in this precarious situation. By biding his time and closely monitoring the unfolding events, he could seize the opportune moment to execute his escape plan while the attention of the formidable beings remained fixated on each other.
In the tense atmosphere all three, the dragon, the devil, and the tree, calculated their next moves. "You are the dragon from the myths, the one that got away," Wyatt blurted upon a sudden realization, his voice trembling slightly with a mix of awe and trepidation. Wyatt's words cut through the silence like a knife, shattering the fragile equilibrium that had thus far been maintained.
As Wyatt's words reached the ears of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, a wave of burning rage that had engulfed it moments before was swiftly extinguished by a chilling sense of embarrassment. How could it not know Wyatt's unmistakable reference to the infamous folklore of the Anesthesia Dragon Lover/Slayer? This tale, woven into the fabric of Dark Realm lore, had been recounted countless times, a stain on the otherwise illustrious record of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon.
The dragon's pride crumbled under the weight of this revelation, leaving it feeling exposed and vulnerable. It longed to bury its head in shame, to hide from the piercing scrutiny of Wyatt. Yet, constrained by the exigencies of the moment, it masked its inner turmoil behind a facade of impassivity, outwardly displaying no reaction to Wyatt's revelation.
Listening to the colossal muscular devil reflect on a night when the Elder Anesthesia Dragon visited it in its dreams and stirred up emotions within it that it didn't even know existed. Then, hearing the Elder Anesthesia Dragon recount the same night from its perspective narrating its failure to assassinate the muscular devil on that fateful night. It didn't take long for Wyatt to grasp the conversation's context; he immediately recalled the dark realm's folklore of the 'Anesthesia Dragon Slayer/
Lover.'
'To think I am standing among the myths of the Dark realm,' Wyatt reflected, his thoughts ran with newfound information recalling the names of the legendary figures involved in the lore: the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, the Dream Assassin, known as Raukaul Maar, and its adversary, the genius prince, Mamas Mulias, the Deviant Devil.
As this realization dawned on Wyatt, he understood the deeper significance behind the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's reluctance to disclose its name. It wasn't due to pride or arrogance, as he initially assumed, but rather a profound sense of shame and vulnerability. The dragon, Raukaul Maar, feared that by revealing its name, Wyatt would uncover the dark secrets of its past, the past it couldn't bear to face. Wyatt's heart swelled with empathy for the powerful creature before him. Here was a being of immense strength, feared even by celestial bodies, yet burdened by the weight of its shameful past.
With the revelation of the true identities of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon and the mighty muscular devil, Wyatt's understanding of their history deepened, fueled by the lore of the dark realm's Anesthesia Dragon Slayer. This newfound knowledge only intensified his sympathy for the dragon. It had sought vengeance for its tribe by targeting their killer, yet instead of achieving justice, it suffered a grievous defeat. Not only did the dragon fail to vanquish the murderer, but it also became a victim of sexual defilement, igniting a perverse fascination within the murderer's heart. This twist of fate only compounded the hardships for the dragon's tribe, adding a layer of tragedy to an already sorrowful tale.
As Wyatt cast a gaze of pity upon the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, he suddenly felt a murderous stare fixated on him. It emanated from the colossal muscular devil, its eyes glaring at him with malice. Suddenly, it spoke, directing its words at him.
"A World Calamity Tree? To encounter such a pest in the Blood Rule Source of all places. It appears the Librarian has failed in his duty to rid the myriad realms of these pests. Allow me to assist in rectifying this," the colossal muscular devil declared arrogantly, its voice tinged with disdain for both the world calamity tree and the Librarian.