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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source
Listening to the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's panicked chants as it attempted to activate its innate dream escape ability, Wyatt couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension gnawing at him. It was evident that the Dragon's seemingly flawless plan had hit a roadblock at a critical juncture. Despite Wyatt's repeated warnings about the dangers of its greed, the Dragon had stubbornly persisted, blinded by its desire for power and control.
Wyatt harbored no sympathy for the Dragon's predicament. It had knowingly taken the risk, fully aware of the potential consequences of its actions. The Dragon's downfall had been inevitable, a consequence of its own hubris and shortsightedness. As Wyatt watched the Dragon struggle, he couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication. Perhaps now, the Dragon would finally heed his warnings and learn from its mistakes. Well, the Dragon had little choice, it could either listen to him or become the Devil's pleasure toy.
Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Wyatt couldn't shake the lingering sense of opportunity. The stakes were higher than ever before, and the outcome of their predicament remained uncertain. As the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's plan faltered, Wyatt's strategy began to take shape. Where the Dragon's efforts had hit a dead end, Wyatt saw an opportunity to forge a new path forward.
Despite the chaos unfolding around them, Wyatt remained resolute, his mind racing with possibilities. With determination in his heart, Wyatt seized control of the situation, "Raukaul, calm down tell me what's going on?"
"The Devil's blood rule domain is stopping me from using my innate ability. How is it doing it?" the Dragon questioned in disbelief.
The Elder Anesthesia Dragon had relied on its dream escape ability to evade numerous formidable adversaries in the past. Some foes had been even more powerful than the celestial blood rule slave and the awakened Deviant Devil, yet none had succeeded in halting its escape. However, today marked a stark departure from the norm. The Devil had somehow managed to thwart the Dragon's attempts to activate its dream escape ability, leaving it vulnerable and defenseless.
For the Dragon, this loss was devastating. Its dream escape ability had been its most potent weapon, a failsafe that had saved it from countless perilous situations. Now, stripped of this crucial defense mechanism, the Dragon felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and fear. Without its ability to retreat into the safety of the dream realm, the Dragon's mind teetered on the edge of despair.
Learning that it was the Devil's blood rule that was stopping the Dragon's innate ability, Wyatt turned his gaze from the core of the blood-rule slave amalgamation where the dragon's true body was hiding, to the skies, toward the Deviant Devil who was about to clash with the celestial blood rule slave in midair.
With the help of his soul pupils, Wyatt noticed that the Devil was looking toward them from the corner of its eyes and with a sneer on its face. Now, Wyatt understood that the Devil was long aware that the Dragon was waiting for it to engage in battle with the celestial blood-rule slave to plan its escape. Wyatt even felt that the only reason the Devil chose to fight the celestial blood rule slave in midair, where the celestial had an advantage thanks to its celestial force, was because it was trying to protect the Dragon from the aftermath of the battle.
"It is as if it has erased my dream escape innate ability. How is it even possible? How can someone completely erase someone else's innate ability?" the Dragon blurted aloud to itself.
The fear of losing its innate dream escape ability haunted the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's mind more than the fear of death or enslavement by the Devil. The despair of losing its innate ability was akin to a bird losing its wings or a fish losing its gills. It was as if a core part of its being had been stripped away, leaving behind a hollow sh.e.l.l of what it once was. The Dragon's existence felt devoid of purpose, its very essence shattered by the cruel hand of fate.
In the grip of such overwhelming despair, the Dragon found itself consumed by a profound apathy towards life, death, and freedom alike. These concerns paled in comparison to the crushing weight of its loss. What was the point of fighting for survival when the very thing that made life worth living had been torn from its grasp? The despair it felt from losing its innate ability was so strong that it no longer cared about its life and death or freedom.
"Raukual, pull yourself together, as long as we survive we can regain everything we have lost," Wyatt yelled, urging the Dragon not to give up on life yet. As long as it survived, it could find something to make up for its loss.
"Wyatt, I am sorry that you have to pay for my greed with your life. However, please know this, I never meant for this. I really value our time together. During this few millennium hiding from that d.a.m.ned devil, I had forgotten about home, but with your arrival, I once again felt back at home. However, I wanted it all. I let my greed get the best of me. I am sorry my dear friend," the Elder Anesthesia Dragon had given up on life itself. To Wyatt's ears, the Dragon's words resonated like a solemn farewell, as if it were reciting its final testament.
"No, Raukaul. You cannot give up yet. What if I were to tell you that I have a way to help you get your innate ability back," Wyatt informed the Dragon.
"Wyatt, don't do this. Let us enter the afterlife together on good terms. Don't resort to desperate lies, it will only make me feel disgusted towards you," the Dragon cautioned Wyatt, its tone grave and somber. Its dream escape innate ability was an exceedingly sensitive topic for it at present. It did not believe that a demon master realm World calamity tree which had been hiding under some rock in a third-rate world, would have the answer to get its innate ability back.
"You big fool, how do you think I was able to enter the blood rule source despite being a World calamity tree? Raukaul, I am asking you to trust me this once, I have a way to help you get your abilities back," Wyatt persuaded the Dragon eagerly worrying that it might attempt suicide or something similar out of despair.
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