Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

The moment the eight-star Volcanic Dragon saw its companion collapse lifeless to the ground, its eyes blazed with seething fury. Its molten gaze locked onto Lucy, and the air around it rippled with the intensity of its rage.

It let out a deafening roar, the sound rumbling through the very earth beneath them. The ground quaked in response as if trembling before the dragon's wrath.

"You… I will end you!" it bellowed, its deep, guttural voice echoing across the volcanic landscape. The dragon's fangs bared in a vicious snarl, its voice thick with hatred and vengeance.

As if answering the dragon's call, the Death Volcano stirred violently. The earth groaned beneath their feet, and from its core, molten lava shot into the sky, spewing fire and ash.

The eight-star dragon's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as it called upon the ancient power—the Volcano's Blessing.

"The volcano responds to me!" it growled, its tone brimming with arrogance. Lava swirled around the dragon, its fiery tendrils dancing along its scales.

For a brief moment, the dragon's form seemed to swell with the raw power of the volcano itself. It reveled in the feeling, grinning wickedly as it anticipated the surge of strength that would surely crush Lucy.

But something was wrong. The power it had expected wasn't flooding into its body. Instead, the energy felt weaker—far weaker than before.

The eight-star dragon's grin faltered. Its molten eyes flickered with confusion as it looked around, trying to understand what was happening.

"What…?" it muttered, its voice low and filled with uncertainty. The fiery energy of the volcano wasn't flowing into it as it should. The dragon's breath hitched, and its eyes widened in realization.

Most of the volcanic energy wasn't flowing into it at all. It was being absorbed elsewhere—into her.

Lucy stood a few paces away, her body practically glowing as the volcano's blessing surged into her instead. Her smirk grew wider with each passing second, her eyes glinting with playful mockery. She tilted her head, crossing her arms casually, as if she was merely toying with the enraged creature.

"Looks like the volcano chose me," she taunted, her voice light and mocking, but with a sharp edge. She ran her fingers through the air, letting the volcanic energy crackle around her. "Thanks for the buff, by the way."

Her words dripped with smugness, and the dragon's molten blood boiled with fury. The smug grin on Lucy's face only served to further ignite the flames of its anger.

"You… how?!" the dragon roared, its voice a mix of disbelief and rage. Its eyes darted to the flowing lava, watching helplessly as more and more of the volcano's energy poured into her, strengthening her further.

Lucy chuckled, the sound rich with amusement. She raised her hand, and the volcanic energy coiled around her fingers like a playful pet. "I guess the volcano likes me better," she said, her voice soft but with a bite of condescension.

But then, without warning, the sky above Lucy darkened, swirling with ominous clouds. Lightning crackled through the thick, churning mass, and the atmosphere around the battlefield shifted.

The air grew dense and suffocating, as if the very world itself held its breath. An overwhelming pressure descended, making even the ground tremble beneath its weight.

Lucy's body shimmered with raw, untamed energy. The volcanic aura that surrounded her pulsed violently as her power swelled. She was on the verge of something monumental—an ascension. She was about to break through to seven stars.

The eight-star Volcanic Dragon, still reeling from the loss of its companion, stared up at the darkening sky. Its molten eyes widened in disbelief as it struggled to understand what was happening.

"Tribulation?" the dragon whispered, its voice trembling. Fear flickered across its face as it gazed at the swirling clouds, which were no ordinary storm.

The clouds were thick, foreboding, and crackling with a terrifying energy that sent a chill down the dragon's spine. Each bolt of lightning felt like a blade of judgment. The dragon's breath hitched as it thought, "How could a human girl summon such a monstrous tribulation?"

For the first time in centuries, fear gripped the eight-star dragon's heart. It had survived countless battles, faced warriors of immense strength, and lived through eons of destruction.

But the dark clouds gathering above Lucy were unlike anything it had encountered. The sheer power and danger that radiated from them were enough to shake even the mightiest of beasts.

"This... I must escape," the dragon thought, panic swelling in its chest. Without a second thought, it turned to flee, desperate to avoid the storm that it knew would bring nothing but death.

But before it could even move, Lucy was already there.

With terrifying speed, she appeared before the dragon, her Volcanic Dragon Claws glowing with molten energy, her eyes glinting with ruthless determination.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, her voice calm yet dripping with menace.

Before the dragon could react, Lucy grabbed its massive tail with a grip so strong, it seemed to defy her size.

With a roar of effort, she lifted the colossal beast into the air and slammed it into the ground with a thunderous crash. The ground split beneath the impact, molten rock spraying in all directions.

The eight-star dragon let out a furious roar, shaking off the shock of the attack. It retaliated immediately, unleashing a torrent of molten lava from its gaping jaws. The Lava Breath surged toward Lucy in a fiery wave, the intense heat meant to burn her alive. Experience exclusive tales on m v|l e'm,p| y- r

But the lava merely washed over her, harmless, like water against stone.

Lucy stood amidst the molten flow, unfazed. The dragon's attack had done nothing. She smirked down at the beast, her expression filled with cold confidence.

"Is that the best you've got?" she taunted, her voice soft but biting, laced with dangerous amusement.

The eight-star creature thrashed, trying to break free, but it was powerless against her strength. It struggled, its molten claws scraping against the ground, but Lucy's grip only tightened. Her Volcanic Dragon Claws dug deeper into its flesh, pinning it down with ease.

Above them, the tribulation clouds roared with fury, lightning crackling in anticipation. The storm was building, ready to unleash its full might on the battlefield.

Lucy's eyes gleamed with a dangerous excitement as she looked down at the dragon, her smirk widening. The beast's struggles grew weaker as it realized the futility of resisting.

"Now," she whispered, her voice filled with lethal intent, "let's see who survives the storm."

The dragon's molten eyes flickered with fear, knowing that it was at her mercy. And as the tribulation clouds gathered directly above Lucy, crackling with thunder, it could only tremble in dread of the disaster that was about to descend.