Chapter 25 - 25: The Ruler of Fiora
The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink.
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The forest of Fiora, usually alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves, was eerily quiet this morning.
Keiran stood at the edge of the forest, his flaming wings shimmering faintly in the early light. He stretched his arms, feeling the cool breeze brush against his skin.
Today was the day he would face something far beyond the ordinary. Something that even he, with all his power, couldn't take lightly.
As the sun rose higher, Keiran spread his wings wide. The flames that danced along their edges flickered brighter, casting a warm glow around him.
With a powerful beat, he lifted off the ground, soaring into the sky. The forest below grew smaller and smaller until it was nothing more than a sea of green beneath him.
The wind rushed past his face, and for a moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the freedom of flight.
But this wasn't a leisurely journey. Keiran had a purpose. As he flew, he focused on the system interface.
It was time to allocate his stats. He had 24 points to distribute.
After a moment of thought, he assigned 4 points each to Constitution, Dexterity, and Agility. These would ensure his body could withstand the coming battle and allow him to move swiftly.
The remaining 12 points he split evenly between Intelligence and Strength. He would need both to outthink and overpower his opponent.
With his stats set, Keiran turned his attention to the path ahead.
He didn't need to search for his next prey; the system had already marked it for him.
The system guided him, a faint glowing line visible only to his eyes, leading him toward his destination.
His destination was the tallest volcano in the forest, a place shrouded in legend and fear.
The mana signature emanating from it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was massive, overwhelming, and for the first time in a long while, Keiran felt a flicker of genuine admiration. It was subtle, but it was there.
The volcano loomed in the distance, its peak piercing the clouds. As Keiran approached, the air grew hotter, and the landscape below began to change.
The lush greenery of the forest gave way to barren, rocky terrain. The ground was cracked and dry, and the scent of sulfur filled the air.
Keiran landed gracefully on the edge of the volcano's mouth, his wings folding behind him. He peered down into the depths, but all he could see was a sea of bubbling lava.
The heat was intense, even for him, but he stood firm.
He knew the monster was there, hidden beneath the molten surface. It was waiting, biding its time.
Keiran smirked. If it wouldn't come to him, he would force it out.
He activated one of his skills: Mud Spit.
A thick blob of mud formed on his mouth, and he launched it into the lava. It sizzled and dissolved almost instantly, but the message was clear.
[It seems it doesn't see you as a worthy enemy. Should you reveal your real mana and level?]
Keiran tilted his head, considering the suggestion. "Let's do that," he said nonchalantly.
With a thought, the system removed the concealment that had been hiding his true power.
His mana surged, a visible aura of energy radiating from his body.
The ground beneath him trembled, and a deep, guttural roar echoed from the depths of the volcano.
It was a sound that could shake the very earth, a declaration of power from the creature below.
Keiran shrugged, unfazed. "Now he sees me as a worthy enemy," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
The tremors grew stronger, and the lava began to churn violently. Suddenly, with a deafening roar, a massive entity burst forth from the molten depths.
It was a wyvern, but unlike any Keiran had ever seen. Its body was made of magma and lava, its scales glowing with an intense heat.
Massive wings, each the size of a house, beat the air, sending waves of scorching heat in every direction. The creature soared high into the sky, its shadow blotting out the sun and plunging the area into darkness.
Keiran watched as it circled above him, its eyes burning with an ancient, primal intelligence.
The heat radiating from its body was overwhelming, instantly melting everything in its vicinity.
Trees, rocks, even the ground itself turned to liquid under the sheer intensity of its aura. If not for Keiran's multiple regeneration skills, he would have been reduced to ash in an instant.
[Super Rare: Vulcarion — Level 110.]
Vulcarion was a catastrophic being, born only once every few hundred years. It wasn't a creature that had evolved from weaker forms; it was a Super Rare rank from the moment it hatched.
An ancient, living disaster capable of shaping the very earth. It was so powerful that it had its own name, a title that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it.
Vulcarion circled the volcano, its massive wings creating fissures in the ground with each powerful flap.
It was a display of dominance, a way of saying it had accepted Keiran's challenge.
The fact that Keiran was still standing, unharmed despite the unbearable heat, was enough to earn its acknowledgment.
Keiran, however, seemed unbothered. He glanced down at his body, noting that his tracksuit had been completely incinerated.
He sighed, shaking his head. "I should have taken it off before coming here," he muttered. "Now I don't have any clothes."
Vulcarion roared again, a sound that shook the very foundations of the earth.
In response, multiple small volcanoes erupted around the forest, their molten lava reshaping the landscape in an instant.
The forest of Fiora, once a place of life and beauty, was now a hellish wasteland. Keiran looked up at Vulcarion, his expression calm but determined.
"A literal living calamity, huh?" he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "This should be fun."
The battle was about to begin, and Keiran knew it would be unlike anything he had faced before. But he was ready.
Vulcarion might have been a living disaster, but Keiran was no ordinary opponent. He was a force of nature in his own right, and he wasn't about to back down.
The clash of titans was about to begin, and the forest of Fiora would never be the same again.