Draconic Awakening

The ghostly zombies had tackled Ragnar to the ground and the next thing to happen was him getting torn apart...

However, that was not what happened next.

A surreal feeling hung in the air, not just that but everything seemed to have stopped.

Ragnar's breathing was tagged his face tensed, but he was more confused. Deep in mystery than scared of what was going to happen to him.

All of a sudden all the zombies had frozen, not like they were standing in one position. But literally frozen, some suspended by nothing but air as though someone had hit some sort of switch to stop all of time.

Ragnar turned his head left and right in awe to his new understanding, and everything was all the same.

Time had frozen on the entirety of the deck, everything but him that was.

'Is this—?' he paused for a bit raisng the Duskrime up to his view and immediately a notification from the system seemed to appear afterwards.

{Name: Duskrime}

{Description of abilities: the sword allows you to freeze whatever the user wants to be frozen, things, Places, time, but around a specific place. Also has a freezing effect}

{Weakness: your Drake sigil can only activate its skill by absorbing the souls of living beings. And the time it allows on to freeze things varies on how many or hor strong the soul being consumed is.}

{Also be warned, each use of the Drake sigil can also take from the users lifespan. Varying from hours, to days, to weeks, years and even decades}

Ragnar read through the descriptions carefully snd felt a sense of dread towards the notification. A powerful skill, yet it's backlash was something to be very wary about.

Without a second thought he raised his hand and tried pushing the Zombie off him, it was hard to do so as the grip of the cursed beast seemed to be almost like titanium.

But after some struggle he managed to get the zombie off his being and rose to his feet afterwards.

'I don't know how long I have, but I have a strange feeling that I can release the freeze as I please,' he thought.

Raising his blade high overhead he struck down at the zombie that had tackled him to the ground aimed to take off it's head and...

Nothing happened.

His sword simply went through the realmbeast like it was somekind of smoke that just simply took it's shape after being struck.

This was very strange.

'So I can't get them in the seperate space, unless I can release the effects of the Duskrime, I won't be able to do a thing to this bastard,' Ragnar grimaced at the numbers.

So far the Duskrime has proved to be a really powerful weapon, maybe in the hands of an awakened human would be much useful, but in his current hands he could only use it for two things, and that was running from large populations of enemy. Or fighting a larger beast with the advantage of appearing and disappearing at will.

Ragnar saw no reason to continue a battle with the zombies, their numbers were just too overwhelming, so he decided to go forward with his plan of clearing the ship.

Walking around it while avoiding the zombies to find whatever hatch or door that led to the insides of the ship.

For a while he made sure to not touch a single zombie while he moved but later tested his theory of the Duskrime by stepping right into the zombies.

As his skin made contact with the beasts just like his sword it seemed to turn into smoke that gave in to him and when he had gone totally through it, the smoke reformed to the exact beast.

'Why is it that the zombies transform to smoke when I touch them now, the first zombie was as hard as a rock?' this was another mystery Ragnar could not wrap his head around.

But he continued to move through the ship until eventually finding a hatch which he was sure led to the lower deck of the ship.

Opening the hatch he took one last look at the horde's back and willed time to move again.

The effect of the Duskrime dispersed and in the next moment the growls and snarls of the zombies rained again as they rushed forward to where they had last seen him.

Proving one more aspect of the Duskrime, Ragnar closed the hatch after him and entered into the lower deck.

The first thing he saw about the lower deck was the light it portrayed. No... He had expected this place to be dark, maybe even desolate, but it was bright and the reason was a large hole that was burrowed into the side of the ship close to him where light tore through to extinguish the darkness.

Ragnar paired into the lower deck, it was covered with snow for as far as he could see, broken cargo and some other objects he has no idea they were but no signs of life or zombies.

"I can use this entrance way instead of the obvious upper deck with the zombies," he noted taking a few steps into the lower deck of the ship.

Despite seeing no beast around him or sending one, Ragnar kept his blade in his hand, and proceeded with caution. If he knew the realm as much as he claimed. He forced one knew nothing was as it seemed.

And truly it wasn't.

Reaching a part of the ship, Ragnar's eyes caught something very interesting.

Several shells already hatched at the side of the ship. This gave him a feeling of Foreboding, as he recalled the encounter with the Mother of the Nest.

"Now I know how the door formed," he gulped.

Ragnar had no idea when those eggs were hatched, where the monsters that had laid in them were now,but one thing he knew for sure, was that... Wherever there was an egg in this cursed realm, there was always a demonic Feind of a mother lurking close by.