Chapter 410: Instinct (2/2)

Along its swift traversal, not one, but two of the foremost little skins were sliced apart, separating their scrawny bodies into two. Like a knife through hot butter, their skeletal frames barely offered any resistance against the thirsty artifact.

Not wanting to lose his momentum, Drake spins his body around, drawing a new, wide, horizontal arc, thwarting the attacks of half a dozen newly emerged feverish monsters.

Beside him, a streak of scarlet jumped around, slicing away or plunging into the flesh of skins without a halt. Every once in a while, a painful cry hollered in the small, makeshift battlefield: Another golden bead was plucked, its light forever dimming as the tip of a runed dagger made its way into its gelatinous membrane.

At the other side of Drake and beside Biggy the newly made best friend duo, Lily and Galina were making quick work of the dozen encroachment they suddenly found themselves in. Although the monsters couldn't get close to them, neither could they make any ground. They were in a stalemate, and there was no end in sight for them. Still, neither of them seemed weary, or tired, both girls were relentlessly hitting and striking against all those that were foolish enough to enter their attack range.

At the center of it, all Aiden stood still, with strangely no opponent charging at him. He felt like those protected princesses, or haughty nobles that were useless in battle, but was still flinging their authorities with every chance they got.

A look of frustration was visible on his face, at first, he couldn't comprehend what was going on.

'Why are they all avoiding me?!'

Not knowing what to do, he threw the huge blade of Ryg over his left shoulder and swiped his eyes around, looking over each of his teammates, trying to decide whom he could help the most.

Sending out a pulse of energy, he was surprised to notice that it seemed that whilst these creatures seemed feral, and crazed, in reality, they weren't. Whilst there were many small, barely tangible emotions and thoughts he could make out, there was indeed one they all shared.

They all feared him. They were wary, as if they knew, that he wasn't human, but of something else. Akin perhaps? No… Did he feel a fear coming from them, mixed together with… reverence?

”What is going on…” He mumbled, with a look of confusion on his face.

'[They can feel it, Aiden. Although you are trying to keep it tucked inside, these little creatures can inherently feel your [Draconic Heritage]. They can instinctively sense your lording presence.]'

Enya's answer only caused further confusion to cloud Aiden's already distraught mind.

'If that's the case, why are they attacking us? This makes no sense!' He cried out, tightening his grip on his blade, and looking around his group.

As he spotted the tight spot his sister and his dear little angel, Galina was in, anger quickly replaced his feelings of doubt, confusion, and frustration. His eyes flared up, glowering in the dark with a bright golden luster. His emotion-driven state caused his power to shake off its shackles, causing his full power to explode from his body, releasing a shock wave of energy together with the ear-shattering blast.

In the next moment, his figure vanished, reappearing in front of his sister. Even though he didn't use anything related to Space, his movement seemed like blinking rather than charging.

His face contorted, revealing a hideous growl, as the ebon blade of Ryg swiftly traversed the air in front of him. The sheer power, the carried momentum, and his convulsing draconic aura separated four heads from their necks.

Still, his initial attack didn't end there. The carried energy was so high, that his swipe continued surging forward, forming an intangible blade made out of wind and energy traversing through the sea of skinks, and ending the lives of many more.

Instantly, the monsters stopped their assault, their growls, and strange clicking noises died down.