Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class - Chapter 593: Dravnek
Chapter 593: Dravnek
Everyone was meditating at first, getting at least one card’s Insight to acquire its evolved form since the simulation was fresh in their minds.
And they had also met the requirement to breakthrough, so after meditating, they began breaking through to Tier-5 one by one.
Almond finished his breakthrough and opened his eyes, only see a wooden-horned man with scales and a draconic tail standing with his arms crossed, looking at him or rather the whole gang.
He was a Tier-6 being, but not average.
Almond could feel threat coming from him, meaning he also had high potenail like Almond and others, indicating he had powerful decks.
“I was waiting for you to finish.” The man said. “I would like that spot of cultivation, so let’s spar.”
“Sure.” Almond nodded.
[ You have been challenged to a duel for the cultivation spot. ]
In the next second, Almond and the guy appeared above in the sky, inside a saperate spatial layer so that the shockwaves and effects of their battle wouldn’t disturb others.
“Dravnek,” he said. First name, offered simply.
“Almond.” Almond replied.
Dravnek nodded.
A card flickered in the existence and strange roots spread out towards Almond from around him. Not from any ground, because there was no ground, but through the fabric of the pocket dimension the way real roots crack stone. They came thick and fast, draconic intent running through them and making them harder than they had any right to be. His tail swept behind him and anchored him to the space with a solidity that felt geological. Then he exhaled amber-colored breath, not quite fire, something more patient than fire, rolling outward in a slow deliberate spread.
Almond was patient. He wanted to see his opponent’s powers properly.
But the roots had to be cut or he would lose.
A single Grimblade appeared, his strongest one.
Oblivion Tyrant’s Final Testament | Tier-10 | Exalted.
The Grimblade moved once and slashed at a single root coming at him.
Voidfracture Bloom—Every slash multiplies into recursive fracture-lines that deal the same damage, up to ten lines for ten extra hits.
From that single slash, ten more fracture lines tore through the space, moving flexibly and eliminating the other roots around him.
Dravnek’s eyes flickered. ’A Tier-10 level of power? As expected, he got interesting decks.’
The ambered-colored breath he released, sparkling and glowing, shaped into misty draconic wolves with wings, lifelike and powerful, each one with a Tier-10 lifeform’s power.
A total of four wolves.
Dravnek loosened them on Almond.
The wolves vanished and moved without shape or frame, turning into stream of light before materialized around Almond, and launching varied attacks, some long-range, some melee.
Almond didn’t move from his position.
Voidtrace Element—Detects weakness and path to the most vital part of the target.
The Grimblade floating next Almond moved on at his control while he activated another card—Grim Severam, sever the connection.
A single slash, ten fracture lines, and four wolves.
Each one was stuck with two lines, right to their most vital part, and got instantly destroyed.
Dravnek blinked. ’He severed my connection with them…and the blade is oozing more power. Does it temporary get more powerful per kill?’
Indeed.
Dominion Feedback—Every kill grants a stack of Dominion, increasing the blade’s damage by 5%, lasting for 1 minute. Subsequent stacks refreshes duration and stacks infinitely as long as a kill is registered within 1 minute window.
Dravnek made his next move without further ado since Almond wasn’t taking initiative.
He released the magical breath again, this time in way larger quantity.
’Nice. Show me something good.’ Almond thought. He had decided not to use his Oblivion Lords or other Grimblades in this spar.
[Throne of Grimlord’s Blade Deck]
Card Draw: 10 Pulse per star of the card.
Card Pile: [4/5 — Inspiration: 0 — Insight: 0]
1. Grimblade Creation | Grim Destruction (2-star).
2. Grim Severam | Grim Piercer (4-star)
3. Grim Convergence Slash | Grim Convergence Phantom (9-star)
4. Grimblade Essence Factory | Grim Assembly (10-star)
5.
He only planned to use just his one Grimblade and some of his cards for empowerment.
Because he wanted to create the 5th card of his first deck—Throne of Grimlord’s Blade.
The attack came.
The second wave of amber breath did not spread.
It condensed.
It thickened mid-air until the entire pocket dimension darkened to molten gold.
Then it fell.
Not like fire.
Like gravity.
The air around Almond grew heavy, viscous, as if space itself had become resin. The amber haze solidified into layered draconic silhouettes the size of warships, half-formed torsos emerging from every direction, jaws opening without sound before the pressure detonated inward.
The void cracked.
Almond finally moved.
A single step.
Space split under his foot like thin glass.
Oblivion Tyrant’s Final Testament rose and carved once.
No flourish.
Just a clean diagonal arc.
The fracture-line multiplied instantly, recursive slashes fanning outward in a spiraling bloom. The golden pressure shattered, splitting into ten, then twenty mirrored cracks that raced across the pocket sky.
The massive draconic torsos disintegrated mid-emergence.
But Dravnek was already gone.
The amber haze tightened and reformed behind Almond.
A tail like a molten pillar swept through the air.
Almond twisted.
The tail collided with the Exalted blade.
The shockwave folded the horizon.
The pocket dimension rippled like disturbed water, the impact tearing concentric rings through the sky.
Dravnek pressed forward.
His wooden horns elongated, bark splitting to reveal glowing magma-veins beneath. Roots burst from his back this time, not mindless tendrils but massive draconic trunks that spiraled and braided together, forming a colossal skeletal dragon frame around him.
He punched.
The air screamed.
Almond met the fist with the flat of his blade.
For a heartbeat, they froze.
Then the impact erupted.
Amber and violet tore across each other in violent spirals. The shockwave flattened the simulated clouds beneath them and sent fractures racing along the boundary of the duel layer.
Dravnek grinned, scales shimmering brighter.
He inhaled sharply—
And exhaled a focused beam of condensed amber light.
Not a wave.
A lance.
It carved a straight line through the void toward Almond’s chest.
Almond vanished.
The beam pierced empty space and continued until it struck the pocket boundary, splintering it into radiant cracks.
He reappeared above Dravnek and drove the Exalted blade downward.
Voidfracture bloom exploded outward.
Ten fracture-lines tore down like celestial guillotines.
Dravnek roared.
Roots surged upward to intercept.
The first layer shattered.
The second layer split.
The third layer bent—
Then broke.
The slashes carved through the dragon frame and slammed into Dravnek’s shoulder, splitting scales and drawing the first streak of molten-gold blood.
He did not retreat.
He lunged forward through the damage.
His palm closed around Almond’s throat.
The force compressed the air into a solid mass.
Almond’s feet left the invisible ground.
Dravnek’s eyes burned bright amber.
Then the Exalted blade moved.
Not toward Dravnek’s body.
Toward his arm.
A flick.
A whisper of motion.
The fracture-line curved unnaturally mid-flight and severed the arm at the elbow.
Molten blood erupted like a volcanic fountain.
Dravnek dropped Almond instantly and regenerated in the same motion, roots spiraling around the stump, reforming the limb with alarming speed.
He laughed.
“Good.”
Then he spread his arms.
The entire duel layer shifted.
Amber roots erupted everywhere at once, forming a massive inverted forest suspended in mid-air. Each root pulsed with draconic intent, each one thick enough to crush mountains.
They moved in unison.
A cage.
They collapsed inward from every direction.
Almond did not dodge.
He lifted the blade.
The Exalted edge swallowed light.
He slashed once.
The fracture-lines did not spread outward this time.
They folded inward.
Converged.
A single expanding sphere of violet-black distortion erupted from Almond’s position, shredding the incoming forest into splinters of burning bark and golden ash.
Dravnek’s pupils narrowed.
He vanished in a blur of amber flame and reappeared behind Almond mid-swing, tail whipping down like a descending pillar.
The hit connected.
Almond crashed downward through three layers of air, the pocket sky splitting like torn fabric before he stabilized mid-fall.
Dravnek descended after him like a meteor.
They collided mid-air.
Blade against claw.
Shockwaves detonated in layered bursts, each impact creating spiraling cracks that resealed seconds later under the duel layer’s suppression.
Dravnek’s fighting style was relentless.
No hesitation.
Every strike carried geological weight.
Every movement anchored by those root-forged horns that shimmered brighter with each exchange.
He slammed both fists downward.
Amber energy erupted outward in a radial shockwave.
Almond slid back through the air, coat snapping violently behind him.
Then he vanished.
Reappeared at Dravnek’s flank.
Thrust.
The Exalted blade pierced scales and emerged from the opposite side in a burst of fracture-light.
Dravnek snarled and twisted his torso, snapping the blade free before pivoting into a headbutt.
Horn met forehead.
The collision exploded outward like a supernova compressed into a heartbeat.
Both were thrown apart.
For a moment, they hovered in opposite corners of the shattered sky.
Dravnek’s chest rose and fell steadily.
Almond’s eyes remained calm.
Amber and violet energy crackled across the void between them.
Dravnek rolled his shoulders once.
Almond was having fun fighting a strong opponent.
But the more he fought, the stronger his Exalted Grimblade became since any construct made by the enemy he destroyed counted as a kill for Dominion Feedback, increasing the raw power of Grimblade by 5% every time infinitely for 1 minute.
“That was fun.” Almond nodded with a smile. “But it’s time to end this.”
But something wasn’t right. Almond felt that Dravnek hadn’t really gone all out like him.
“You’re right. I played enough.” Dravnek smiled. “I’m coming with my strongest attack next.”
Suddenly, Dravnek’s entire form shifted. All energies of his that was in the atmosphere vanished.
His figure faintly glowed before a spear appeared in his hand.
Almond raised his eyebrows.
The spear did not blaze. It did not roar. It did not radiate theatrical light.
Its shaft looked grown, not forged—dark wood layered with scales that shifted between bark and metal. Veins of deep amber ran through it like preserved lightning trapped inside ancient resin. The spearhead was narrow and elongated, almost too clean in its shape, carved from something that resembled fossilized starbone.
For the first time, Almond felt alarm bells of danger.
Only after he saw Dravnek with the spear did Almond feel Dravnek was finally complete.
’Wai-’
Before Almond could finish his thought, light bursted.
Dravnek was in front of Almond.
The duel layer detonated behind him from the force of acceleration alone. A vacuum shockwave spiraled outward in delayed rings, space collapsing in on the path he had taken.
Almond’s blade rose to intercept.
Alas, he fell short on the speed.
The spear did not stab wildly.
It entered cleanly.
Perfectly.
A straight thrust.
No wasted motion.
The spearhead pierced through Almond’s forehead with surgical precision.
There was no explosion.
No massive shockwave.
Just a soft, catastrophic sound.
Like glass cracking underwater.
The world went white for a fraction of a second.
Almond blanked out briefly before the monotone voice rang.
[You have lost the duel]
The duel space shattered.
“I saw something good. Thanks.” Almond grinned.
“Thanks.” Dravnek smiled. “I wanted to see you at full power, but later, I suppose. I have a feeling we’ll meet again in higher layers.”
“For sure.”
Almond descended. Lily and others had also finished meditating and were watching the duel, so once Almond returned, the gang went to the city’s lively places.
