Only I Awaken The Forbidden SSS-Rank Dragons

Staring at the horde of abominations gathered not far away, Aleron waved his hands, and several scattered objects trembled under his invisible touch.

In his vision, faint, metallic threads extended from his fingertips, snaking toward the objects.

They latched onto them with a quiet, almost imperceptible hum, and in the next heartbeat, the objects shot toward him at incredible speed.

More than ten iron rods materialized in front of him. Aleron had placed them here deliberately, ensuring that whenever battle came, there would be no shortage of metal to manipulate.

Over the past week, Aleron had been growing accustomed to combat with the metal element. The ability was versatile, fluid, and—most importantly—deadly. He was certain this power would serve him for a long time to come.

"I wonder how it would feel at the S-grade," he thought. Deep in his heart, he could sense that the next step in his ability's evolution was indeed the S-grade, and the thought filled him with an eager curiosity.

With that in mind, he hurled himself toward the horde of abominations, the air whistling past his ears.

Lines of glowing text flickered in his vision.

[Gained 2000 exp…]

[Gained 5000 exp…]

[Gained 10,000 exp…]

With both dragons fighting alongside him, Aleron's experience points were skyrocketing.

Ignoring the notifications, he flicked his fingers. Several rods whistled through the air, spinning toward a fresh cluster of abominations.

Puchi!

One creature barely had time to twitch before it was pierced clean through and torn apart.

Before Aleron's strength—now at the Origin Adept Realm—these tier-two abominations were nothing but fodder.

Bang!

Another erupted into a grotesque spray of flesh and bone. Shards of its body scattered across the battlefield, accompanied by the stench of blood.

Aleron raised a shield of intertwined metal strands, blocking himself from the sticky remains splattering toward him.

Without hesitation, he darted toward the next snarling monstrosity, slicing through it before it could even lift a claw.

He moved like a phantom, a relentless reaper cutting down abominations one after another.

Meanwhile, the system messages continued to stack in his vision. This was largely thanks to Ashkar.

The massive dragon was an unstoppable force, giving the abominations no chance to breathe. In the blink of an eye, he would appear, strike, and leave nothing but carnage behind.

With a single beat of his wings, Ashkar soared into the air above a mass of nearly a hundred abominations. His maw opened wide, and from the depths of his throat erupted a torrent of molten flame.

The searing blaze swept over the creatures like a tidal wave. Their shrieks filled the air, high-pitched and short-lived, before the flames consumed them entirely.

Ashkar did not stop there. With another powerful flap, he dove into the horde that was already writhing in agony from the fire.

Twisting midair, his blade-like wings sliced through them as easily as a knife through silk.

On the other side of the battlefield, Veldora unleashed her own power. She beat her wings, conjuring droplets of water that glistened like crystalline shards in the light.

In the next instant, those droplets shot forward at breathtaking speed, each one carrying lethal force.

Several abominations crumpled instantly, their bodies perforated in countless places.

Though her tally of kills was smaller than Ashkar's, it was no small feat. These were tier-three abominations—a full level above her—and she had felled ten in a single strike.

More than fifty abominations still surged ahead of her. Opening her jaws, she summoned a concentrated sphere of water and launched it toward them.

The projectile smashed into the front line, and an overwhelming flood followed. The abominations were engulfed before they could even register the attack. The crushing weight and pressure of the water obliterated them, reducing their bodies to pulp.

The water lost its form and trickled across the ground, carrying fragments of the fallen away into the distance.

The battle raged on, each strike honing their skills further. Aleron, Ashkar, and Veldora worked in deadly synchrony, slaughtering abominations without pause.

Gradually, the horde's numbers began to thin.

Aleron guessed that, just like in the past days, they had slain thousands of the creatures by the end of the skirmish.

Breathing deeply, he allowed himself a faint smile. Everyone's strength was steadily increasing.

"Dad, my origin energy is dwindling," came the overlapping voices of Ashkar and Veldora in his mind.

Glancing at his own status, Aleron noted the numbers with a grimace.

[Origin Energy: 104/800]

He was running low as well.

Without delay, he sent ten rods spinning toward the last few abominations surrounding him.

"Today's training is over. We continue tomorrow," he said firmly. With a wave of his hand, he stored several of the fresher corpses into his spatial ring.

Turning, he sprinted toward the forest where their temporary shelter lay hidden.

They had found a secluded mountain forest a week ago, a place the abominations seemed unwilling to enter.

Aleron had examined the area more than once, but found nothing to explain their absence. It remained a mystery, one he chose not to dwell on.

Ashkar took to the skies, and Veldora followed. Their immense forms cast fleeting shadows across the trees as they glided toward the mountain range.

Running below them, Aleron noticed that Ashkar had grown slightly larger again.

"When he reaches Origin Expert, I'll finally be able to ride him," Aleron thought, a spark of excitement in his chest.

Still, there was work to be done. Upon reaching the forest, he laid out ingredients and began preparing the evening meal.

"Dad, your cooking skills are really good," Ashkar said, his golden eyes fixed on Aleron's movements.

Aleron smiled but remained silent.

He worked with practiced precision, his control over the metal element allowing him to slice away the best cuts of abomination meat with surgical exactness. Soon, he shaped a sturdy metal grill, gathered firewood, and lit a controlled flame with his Infernal Eyes.

The savory scent of roasting meat filled the clearing, carried by the wind into the surrounding woods.

"Let's eat," Aleron said at last, his voice calm yet warm.

To be continued…