We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Calm down the thoughts you were making about what a spell is.

Then face the Listeir who holds the Phoenix of Fire on his shoulder and erects the Holy Sword.

"Knock it off. Brave man, take my sword!

"It's like a demon king's dialogue!

Bitter Listeers. And, jokes aside.

I develop dragon temper. [M]

Priscia left a message with the Mistrals on a no-go territory. So you're sparing time, Ares manifests.

When I merged with Ares, I freed the dragon air from the start.

Listeer also merges with the Phoenix again when she confirms that my combat posture is in order.

Me and Listea, dressed in flames, confronted each other in an overflowing dragon temper.

"Let's go!

Listeer kicked the ground forcefully and jumped.

Burning flames spread like wings, looming.

I intercept as I send dragon air to the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree.

Ouch, and the blazing of flames, overlapped the holy sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree.

The wooden knife of the spirit tree is exactly a "tree," but it also withstands the flames emitted by the listeer without any problems.

I beat Listener's first blow without difficulty. But there, a flame chase hit me.

The flames of Listeir go beyond the realm of spells and are no longer the flames of reality that strike me.

But that helps prevent it the other way around.

"Chinka"

Ares commands you inside me.

Then the Spirit of Fire moved.

"What!?

Twirling as if he had the will, the flame that struck me. But the flames keep away from me the other way. Not only that, but the flames, which are free of distance from the listeer, instantly quench the fire when they significantly weaken the momentum.

Listeir is stunned that his reign over the flames does not extend.

All right, I'm not even afraid of Listeer flames for this.

When I gained momentum, I sparkled my white sword.

A flash of horizontal giraffe is taken by Listeir with the Holy Sword.

Heavy response passes to the right hand.

Intense slaughter gets flushed as normal. It's easier to distribute the opponent's power and move on to the next move.

But Listea, with her legitimate swordsmanship, seems to be the way to fight to take the opponent's attack directly from the front.

Unlike such a listeer, being strongly received prevents this one from moving on to the next move.

Nevertheless, I am also a dragon sword dancer.

Apply rotation to the body using the part where the white sword and holy sword overlap as the starting point. And roll out a series of strikes.

Listeir receives the slaughter of the white sword and the wooden knife of the spirit tree accurately, and kicks it out in collaboration, etc.

In doing so, I wave the Holy Sword vigorously in return and all.

The flames rumbled and instantly I threw myself into the sea of flames.

"Brave man there, this would be a whole roast if it wasn't for me!?

"But you're the one who's preventing it, aren't you?

Listeir releases flames without a scratch.

Fire columns rise and heat waves shake the scenery.

But I'm sure I can prevent it.

The flames will go down before they reach me, and the heat won't reach them.

I feel the signs of the spirits gathering around me.

Mr. Spirit of Fire, who received Ares' will, is protecting me. And the Spirit of Water cools me down.

That's not all. Flames are stripped away and rendered powerless by a small storm of dragon air.

Listeer is serious because she is confident that this one will completely prevent it, and I stand by without betraying my expectations.

I don't know, I'm so happy. And fun.

Listeer trusts me. [M]

I trust Listener, too.

Understood, the battle between me and Listeer is one step at a time.

But over time, my offense gradually began to grow longer.

If Listeer is serious about challenging me, I won't spare you.

In front of a real dragon sword dance, he's a dance co-star no matter what kind of opponent he is!

Somehow, my body moves lighter than usual.

I dance dragon swords freely. [M]

The sword trident or body technique, which is rolled out as if it were playing one of the acts of dance, approaches the listeer by sewing between the holy sword and the flame.

Listeer takes it desperately as she retreats.

"Sounds like you guys are just having fun!

But there's an intruder!

Slutton has assaulted me to see if the curse has finally been cast.

They make the sword glow blue and white and flesh thin on me.

Yeah, you interrupter.

When I quickly put the white sword to my left hip, I stretched my right hand to the slatton.

"What do you do!?

I was grabbing his arm so fast that Slutton couldn't react.

"Because. If you get that sword properly, you'll slip through it."

Throw Slutton away, as I say.

Slutton was flown in the direction of the day after tomorrow just by throwing one of my hands.

Well, was I so powerful?

Well, the flesh strengthened by dragon air is tough.

The long slatton has a solid physique. So I also weigh in. I'm surprised I could easily throw that away myself.

"Oh, no!

But that's where I noticed.

Am I under the spell of physical strengthening from Crescio?

Whether it's a synergy between spell and dragon qi, my flesh seems to be more fortified than usual.

Listeer has packed up time again due to Slutton's exit.

When I unplug the White Sword, I will cause the Dragon Sword Dance to resume.

And as I danced, I turned my consciousness slightly inward.

What the hell am I like right now?

Switching consciousness from the outside to the inside reveals that the dragon's qi is circling the whole body violently.

That's not all.

It's filled with reliable signs of Ares.

And I felt outside interference that would support me in every step of the way.

Kind of a strange feeling.

The three forces seem like something else altogether, but they haven't rebelled. On the contrary, the forces of each other coordinate and mix well without having to be aware of their respective influences.

I got my first spell support today, but this is great stuff, I could be sure.

And I think so.

The spell was taught to be visualized from invisible influences to real-life events.

But is this something I can only say to the spell?

When Mistral unleashes a Special Attack, the one-handed stick pulls a meteor-like tail.

Zan turns dragon air into silver flame.

In the first place, dragon art is the degeneration of dragon qi, which generates an event of free appearance and great destructive power.

That's not all.

So is spirituality.

The spirits freely manipulate their attributes and interfere with the Mori universe.

The idea that the flames of Listeir can't reach me is also a counterproductive approach to the idea that the Spirit can interfere if it is a "flame" that has become reality.

By learning the basics of the spell, I realized the unexpected commonalities of different techniques from race to race.

And it hurts.

Crescio told me.

Both the visible world and the colors you see when you close your eyes are the same.

Then...

Ares, who received my will, delighted to release further power.

Inside me, new powers overflow.

The spirits dance with pleasure.

The world waves.

My consciousness crossed the boundaries of the world.

Fluffiness and flotation dominate the body.

It's as if you're drifting underwater enveloping your whole body.

Whenever I move my hands and feet, signs of clumping all over my body stir up the world.

The view was changing.

Gently pale colors fill the world, not dazzling rainbow colors.

A landscape dominated by colour, different from the world that Crescio told me about.

Every time I move, every time the wind blows and the flames shake, the world mixes and changes.

And I look.

Friends you can't usually see until you manifest yourself.

The Spirit of Fire was dancing.

The Spirit of the water claps his hands, and the Spirit of the earth steps on it.

Spirits of all attributes seemed to enjoy playing around me.

I visited this world once before. [M]

A strange space that is like a dream and not a dream.

In saving Yun Yun and Lin Lin in the Great East Forest, I set foot in the world of the Spirit.

And now I was again in the realm where the spirits' reason reigned.

But not everything is the same as last time.

My body is wrapped up in a strange feeling, but I haven't lost sight of reality.

I do have my feet on the ground and weapons in my hands.

And he shared his time with Listeir, dancing dragon swords as he paid for the flames.

"This is..."

Real vision and the world of spirits overlapped beautifully.

When I heard about Crescio, I wondered.

The people say that this world was created by the goddess of creation.

Then I wonder if the world that we usually see, the world that a magician with special qualities sees, like Crescio, and the world where the spirits live, is actually all the same "world".

I see it. I feel it. I know. the natural world.

Conversely, I can't see. I can't feel it. I don't know. Some worlds.

But aren't these all one "world" created by the goddess and not another space altogether?

Then.

With the help of Ares alone, I set foot in the world of the Spirit again.

And be sure.

I'm not mistaken.

After all, the visible real world, the world of colors that the spellmen can see, the world that the Spirits' reason governs, it's all the same world.

I can see Listeir waving the Holy Sword.

The light colors drifting in the world of the Spirits turn red around the Holy Sword, stirring and spreading.

Pay for it while the Spirits of Fire dance.

Pay, more like wearing red like clothes, dressed and playing.

The flames of Listeir have become a tool of play for the spirits of fire.

The Spirits of Fire dance with joy and away with bright red flickering.

Then a pompous and colourless area could be created in the space that had been reddished by the Holy Sword.

There, the water spirits jump in with the water color.

The water spirits fill colorless spaces with water colors and sing pleasantly.

There shouldn't be any water around me, but my skin perceived the firm humidity and cold feeling.

Thanks to the intense signs that fill the world of the Spirit, we can feel it in our hands even to the trivial changes and influences that take place in the world.

It's a very strange feeling.

I wave the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree in an attempt to take the blow of the Holy Sword.

Then the world made further changes.

I feel the signs of a spirit tree gripped in my left hand stronger than usual.

That should be it, too.

The spirit tree that got dragon chi from me was singing in a good mood.

Cool, gentle singing spreads to the world.

At the same time, the unleashed signs of the Spirit Tree envelop the world. No, it overlaps.

This was also a strange feeling.

The signs released by the Spirit Tree never erode the world.

If you say so. A world that looks real. The world of spirits. There, there's another one. It feels like the world has overlapped created by the signs released by the Spirit Tree.

The world of spirits with light colors and intense signs, the usual scenery in the eyes, grass and wind, signs of spiritual trees gently overlap the sky and all of the earth and buildings.

And there was one spiritual tree in its overlapping world, Rin, to pass through the muscles.

A world overlapped on many layers. But I was aware that these were not separate spaces, but one world.

"Bye. What if it could affect everything in this one world......?

"Nice and Nice"

Ares is happy.

As if I'd finally realized that, bless you.

I blend my consciousness deeply and deeply into the world.

Then, more than ever, all the worlds looked overlapping.

Wave the wooden sword of the spirit tree, aware of the world.

Gently move your body without feeling it. But that was the only way I could keep up with Listeer's sharp movements.

Listener's unleashed holy sword intersects with the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree.

"Ah!!

I stopped. [M]

No, you can't.

I'm afraid to step in any more!

Suddenly, my consciousness was disturbed because of an unspeakable sense of anxiety, and in an instant I couldn't recognize the world of the Spirit or the signs released by the Spirit Tree.

And only visible reality can be seen in the eyes.

"Elnea, what's going on?

Listeir stopped the Holy Sword and looked at me worried.

"Mr. Ernea, are you...?

Criscio looked at me very strangely.

"Yeah, I lost focus."

So hey, I laughed to delude myself, and Listea sighed.

"Oh, boy, you."

Listea delivers the holy sword to the sheath, while saying.

Apparently, I want to end the match.

I also deliver the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree and take a deep breath.

What was your feeling right now?

There was no such thing as Ares' warning. Instead, you seemed very happy, didn't you?

But my instincts made me hesitant to step in.

What the hell happened up ahead?

I was very interested, but for some reason I'm not brave enough to try again right away.

"I don't know. Elnea, the last one was a move, like a sign of someone else, right? Or my eyes were shining so beautifully!

"Oh, yeah?

"Yes. Um. What can I say? Along the way, Ernea, I don't know your color anymore.

"What, the color?

"Yep. An indescribable color or a sign"

"Me too, I thought I'd lost in the end. Yeah, I was pretty sure I'd lose with this one. So I'm surprised you suddenly stopped."

"Hmmm..."

Neither dragon power nor curse had Namy felt any sign from me. [M] And my eyes were glowing more than usual?

When Ares blends properly, my eyes glow golden. But you mean it was brighter than usual?

Maybe Crescio saw the strange world I was feeling because of its special qualities.

And Listea said she saw just a meeting of swordspears and somehow was convinced of losing.

"Listea, I'm sorry I let you cut your concentration on the way. But I feel like I've got something, don't I?

"Really? Good for you. I'll see you next time. I'll try to be a little more uptight next time."

"Ah, the brave ones are looking to go further out."

"Outsiders are you!

We laugh at Listea's penetration.

But there was only one man screaming.

"Elnea, I didn't lose yet. It's all about you!