Blue flames continued their relentless descent upon the battlefield, transforming the silent, motionless air into a raging inferno. The residual heat from each breath attack lingered long after the azure fire dissipated, creating thermal waves that distorted vision and threatened to boil the very atmosphere around me. Deep furrows carved through the glass terrain told the story of our conflict, with channels of molten material bubbling within their depths like miniature volcanic streams.

The dragon's pattern remained maddeningly consistent. Dive, unleash devastation, sweep skyward on those massive wings that caught the superheated air currents with predatory grace. Each attack brought death closer to my position, yet my enhanced reflexes allowed narrow escapes from the pillars of blue destruction that erupted toward the ground. Still, proximity to such overwhelming thermal energy was systematically destroying my war frame's delicate internal architecture.

Components designed for precision operation faltered under temperatures that exceeded every safe threshold. I needed to force this creature back to ground level where my tendrils could reach vital targets. But how could I challenge something that ruled the skies with such devastating authority?

My optical sensors swept across the devastated landscape, cataloguing the debris field our battle had created. Broken chunks of obsidian lay scattered across the glassy soil, remnants of the elegant pillars we had systematically demolished during our violent exchange. Fragments ranged from pebble-sized pieces to boulders large enough to serve as projectiles.

Two tendrils shot forward, grasping a stone roughly the size of my head. The auric steel appendages lifted the projectile with mechanical ease, testing its weight and balance for optimal trajectory calculation. It had the perfect mass distribution for what I intended.

Above, the dragon completed another banking turn, its serpentine form coiling through the air as those enormous wings adjusted for the next diving attack. I tracked its movement patterns, calculating the optimal intercept point for maximum impact effectiveness.

The creature folded its wings and plummeted toward my position, jaws already parting to release another torrent of azure death. I waited until the distance closed to optimal range, then channeled both my war frame's mechanical strength and Blade Skill enhancement into the throw. The stone shot upward like artillery, its trajectory perfectly calculated to intersect the dragon's descent.

Impact occurred precisely where predicted. The projectile slammed directly into the creature's snout with satisfying force, causing the massive head to snap backward in surprise rather than genuine injury. The attack disrupted the dragon's concentration enough that it abandoned its breath weapon entirely, its muscular body contorting as those powerful wings redirected it back toward altitude.

Frustrated roars echoed across the battlefield as the Apocalyptic Dragon began circling overhead, clearly reassessing its tactics after this unexpected resistance. My tendrils selected another suitable projectile while I prepared for the next engagement. The creature needed provocation to attempt another close approach.

I released a loud, shrill scream that pierced the silence with inhuman intensity. The ear-splitting shriek carried across the devastated terrain, challenging the apex predator's dominance over this battleground. The sound seemed to ignite the dragon's predatory instincts, as evidenced by its immediate aggressive response.

Down it came again, wings folded for maximum speed as jaws gaped wide to deliver concentrated destruction. I waited for optimal positioning before hurling the second stone with Blade Skill enhancement. This projectile struck the dragon's shoulder but shattered harmlessly against those impenetrable scales, confirming what I already suspected about the creature's natural armor.

The dragon ignored the ineffective blow entirely, continuing its assault with single-minded determination. Blue flame erupted from its throat in a concentrated beam aimed directly at my center mass. Every servo and hydraulic system in my war frame strained to maximum capacity as I launched myself sideways, desperately seeking escape from the incoming inferno.

Heat caught my left side as I tumbled across the broken glass surface, the azure fire's edge close enough to superheat my armor plating. I forced myself upright immediately, scanning for damage assessment as the dragon swept overhead with powerful wing beats carrying it back toward cruising altitude.

The left torso plate glowed cherry-red from thermal absorption, radiating waste heat into the surrounding air. Two of my tendrils had suffered catastrophic damage: one was completely fried, the other melted down to a worthless stump barely halfway down its original length. My combat effectiveness was significantly compromised, but the fight demanded continuation.

Like the dragon, I ignored my wounds and focused entirely on the ongoing battle. My remaining tendrils selected another projectile, this one slightly larger than the previous stones. If those impenetrable scales rendered direct attacks futile, then I would target the creature's most vulnerable components.

The wings. Those massive appendages that granted aerial supremacy possessed membrane structures far more fragile than the obsidian-hard scales protecting the dragon's main body. Timing would prove critical for this strategy's success, but grounding the creature remained my only viable path to victory.

I hefted the stone and calculated intercept angles, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The Apocalyptic Dragon plummeted earthward once more, its serpentine form cutting through the superheated air with predatory grace. My remaining tendrils spread outward in a defensive formation, creating a golden fan of mechanical appendages around my war frame's perimeter. Two of the undamaged appendages secured the carefully selected projectile, lifting the substantial stone with synchronized precision while my mind swiftly calculated optimal trajectory parameters.

The creature's descent accelerated as those massive wings folded against its obsidian-scaled body, transforming it into a living missile aimed directly at my position. Distance closed rapidly between us (fifty yards, forty, thirty) until those terrible jaws parted with deliberate menace. The familiar blue glow began building within the dragon's throat cavity, promising another devastating torrent of azure destruction.

I tracked the thermal energy's accumulation through my optical sensors, waiting for the precise moment when evasive action would prove most effective. The dragon's head tilted downward, its remaining eye locked onto my exact location as that brilliant blue radiance reached critical intensity.

Blue flames erupted from the creature's maw in a concentrated beam of annihilation, carving a path of molten devastation through the air where my war frame had occupied space mere milliseconds before. My hydraulic systems strained to maximum capacity as I launched myself sideways, mechanical reflexes pushing beyond normal operational parameters to achieve escape velocity from the incoming inferno.

The azure fire struck the glass terrain with overwhelming force, boring a deep channel through the crystalline surface like a hot knife cutting through soft metal. Molten material splashed outward from the impact site, creating a pool of liquid glass that radiated intense heat waves into the surrounding atmosphere. The very air shimmered from thermal distortion as temperatures spiked beyond measurement.

Above, the dragon's massive form swept past my new position, those enormous wings beginning their unfurling sequence to transition from diving attack into sustained gliding flight. The creature's serpentine neck extended fully as powerful wing muscles engaged, catching the superheated air currents to maintain altitude and prepare for another assault run.

This was the opening I had calculated and waited for. The moment when aerial grace left the dragon most vulnerable to precision strikes.

My tendrils lifted the substantial projectile while Blade Skill enhancement coursed through my war frame's mechanical systems, amplifying strength and accuracy beyond normal operational limits. Every servo and actuator aligned for optimal throwing mechanics as targeting calculations refined themselves to account for wind resistance, gravitational effects, and the dragon's current velocity vector.

I released the stone with tremendous force, mechanical strength enhanced by mana channeling sending the projectile screaming through the air like artillery. The improvised missile traced a perfect arc toward its target, velocity increasing as aerodynamic forces took hold and propelled it toward the dragon's extended right wing.

Impact occurred with devastating precision. The stone struck the wing membrane at its most structurally vulnerable point, where delicate tissue stretched between supporting bone structures. The projectile exploded into fragments upon contact, but not before tearing massive rents through the fragile flight surface. Obsidian shards scattered like shrapnel as the wing membrane suffered catastrophic damage across multiple stress points.

The dragon's agonized roar echoed across the battlefield as its graceful glide transformed into an uncontrolled tumble. The damaged wing could no longer provide lift or stability, causing the massive creature to spin violently through the air as aerodynamic forces turned against it. Those powerful muscles strained desperately to compensate for the sudden asymmetric drag, but physics proved inescapable.

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Down came the apex predator, sixty feet of serpentine muscle and obsidian scales crashing toward the glass terrain with bone-crushing force. The impact generated a tremendous shockwave that radiated outward from the collision site, shattering crystalline formations for hundreds of meters in every direction. Deep fractures spider-webbed through the glass floor as the dragon's immense mass created a crater that would have swallowed multiple buildings.

The sound of breaking bones reached my war frame's sensors even over the rumbling aftershocks. Thick skeletal structures designed to support a creature of impossible size were finally meeting forces they could not withstand. Ribs cracked audibly as the dragon's own weight worked against its structural integrity, compressed organs suffering damage from the devastating deceleration.

Yet even grievously wounded, the Apocalyptic Dragon's legendary resilience manifested as the creature began thrashing within its self-made crater. Powerful limbs clawed at the crater's edges while that serpentine neck twisted frantically, seeking escape from the glass prison its own impact had created. Primal fury drove it to continue fighting despite catastrophic injuries.

I seized this opportunity without hesitation, sprinting across the broken terrain as my remaining tendrils propelled me forward with mechanical precision. The dragon's struggles intensified as I approached, but its trapped position limited defensive options significantly.

I leaped onto the creature's back, auric steel claws finding purchase between obsidian scales as my tendrils carried me up the long, muscular neck like a mechanical spider ascending its web. The dragon's head thrashed violently, trying to dislodge me, but my grip held firm against its desperate movements.

This time I employed different tactics. Rather than attempting to seal those terrible jaws, my remaining tendrils wrapped around the dragon's skull, positioning themselves for maximum leverage. Sharp mechanical teeth bit deep into the creature's mouth and jaw structure, seeking optimal grip points to execute my strategy.

With coordinated force from all functional appendages, I began pulling upward, forcing the dragon's head backward at an increasingly severe angle. The creature's roars intensified to deafening levels as vertebrae strained against unnatural positioning, but I maintained relentless pressure despite its struggles.

Mana Shell activated around my sword-lance's blade as I positioned the weapon above the dragon's remaining functional eye. Enhanced by magical energy, the blade's cutting edge gleamed with lethal potential as I drove it downward with mechanical precision.

The weapon plunged deep into the optical cavity, penetrating through delicate tissue and bone to reach the brain cavity beyond. Once reaching maximum penetration, I triggered the sword-lance's internal mana chamber, causing a controlled explosion that propelled the lead projectile deeper into vital neural tissue.

The mighty Apocalyptic Dragon released one final, shuddering breath before its massive form went completely slack. Brain matter destroyed, the apex predator's legendary vitality finally succumbed to mortal injury.

My tendrils released their grip, allowing the enormous head to crash forward onto the shattered glass with earthshaking force.

Relief flooded through my consciousness as victory's reality settled in. I had achieved the impossible. I let out a soft sigh, the slight feeling of the breath moving across my lips feeling heavenly.

I had done it. I had won.

Congratulations! You have defeated and have received experience. You are now Level 100!

I stared at the glowing blue notification hovering before me, the simple words carrying weight beyond their humble appearance. Level 100. After months of relentless hunting, countless battles against creatures that defied mortal comprehension, I had finally achieved what seemed impossible. The system's maximum level stretched before me like a doorway to divinity itself.

But celebration proved premature. Another prompt materialized with urgent intensity, its message sending electrical surges through my consciousness.

Requirements have been met. Godseed of Enmity is now hatching.

Godseed of Enmity is transforming into the Mantle of Enmity.

Power erupted within my consciousness like a dam bursting under immense pressure. Ancient energies that had slumbered for months suddenly roared to life, flooding through neural pathways with overwhelming force. This was not the gradual accumulation of experience or the steady growth of mechanical ability. This was raw, primal power awakening after eons of dormancy, carrying with it the accumulated fury of wars fought across millennia.

More notifications cascaded across my visual field in rapid succession.

I flinched, blinking away the prompt as more appeared.

Congratulations! The attribute Godseed of Enmity has transformed into the Mantle of Enmity.

And more.

You have received the title God of War and Change.

God of War And Change

You are now the wielder of Enmity, bringing both devastation and the promise of something new to the world. All nations tremble upon the sound of your footsteps.

Brilliant white radiance engulfed my war frame, transforming the Central Hellzone's eternal darkness into blazing noon. Every surface reflected the primal luminescence as power beyond mortal comprehension filled my body. The energy felt both foreign and familiar, like remembering a dream from another lifetime.

Yet something was wrong. Error messages began manifesting with alarming frequency, their red text contrasting sharply against the white glow.

ERROR: Partial Mantle detected within user.

WARNING: Mantle of Enmity corruption detected.

CRITICAL: Dual Mantle configuration unstable.

The power intensified despite these warnings, surging through my consciousness with increasing violence. I felt my true body responding to the transformation, the pale flesh and delicate features hidden within my war frame beginning to change. The ragged red edges that had marked my resurrection, those wounds that never healed from my original death as Machalaziel, suddenly erupted with new growth.

Flesh spread across the damaged areas like liquid metal filling a mold, but this was not simple regeneration. The growing tissue pulsed with mechanical precision, veins carrying both blood and lubricant, muscles reinforced with auric steel fibers. My true form was expanding, transforming, becoming something unprecedented.

EMERGENCY: Imminent destruction detected.

SYSTEM FAILURE: Unable to process dual Mantle integration.

UNKNOWN CONFIGURATION DETECTED.

The system's panic manifested in dozens of warning messages, each more dire than the last. Yet despite their urgent predictions of catastrophic failure, I felt no fear. Deep within my consciousness, where Vardin's memories merged with Machalaziel's primordial essence, I understood what was truly occurring. The Mantles were not destroying each other through incompatible energies.

They were combining.

Like two precious metals heated to perfect fusion temperature, Enmity and Machinery were becoming something entirely new. The violence of war merged with the precision of creation. The fury of battle united with the elegance of engineering. Two fundamental forces of existence were creating an alloy that had never existed before.

The transformation reached critical mass. Power beyond description erupted from my changing form, radiating outward in concentric waves that warped reality itself. The explosion of primeval energy rocked the entire world with seismic force, sending shockwaves through the planet's core and up into the stratosphere.

From the deepest ocean trenches to the highest mountain peaks, every living thing felt the birth of something unprecedented. Seas churned with unnatural tides. Continents trembled as geological foundations shifted. The very heavens flickered as fundamental laws of existence adjusted to accommodate this new reality.

And at the center of this cosmic transformation, I changed to reflect what I had become. No longer Primordial. No longer merely a broken doll, needing a machine to function. Something entirely new was being born.

A God of both War and Machinery. A deity of controlled violence and purposeful creation.

The first of my kind.

Unknown configuration detected.

System stable.

Assessing…

>Error. Mantle of Enmity not found.

Assessing…

>Mantle of Enmity not found.

>Unknown Mantle detected.

Assessing…

Validating…

Appraisal Complete.

>Unknown Mantle new designation: Mantle of Armament

>Collating…

>Complete.

Congratulations! You have gained the attribute Mantle of Armament.

You have received the title God of Weaponry.

God of Weaponry

You are now the wielder of Armament, capable of creating any weapon you can imagine. Whether for the purpose of conquest or protection, your creations will induce change on a grand scale. Men, women, and children all tremble upon the sound of your footsteps.

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