Thick, unyielding chains coiled tightly around Stormterror’s neck.
This unfamiliar sensation sent waves of pain through the dragon, forcing it higher into the skies. Lumine followed closely, her Wind Bullets striking Stormterror’s massive frame with unrelenting precision.
“ROOOOOAAAAARRRR!!!”
Stormterror roared in frustration, thrashing wildly in an attempt to fling Jia Changjiang from its back. Yet no matter how much the dragon shook, the man remained firmly latched on.
Jia Changjiang clung to the chains and his battle axe with iron determination, anchoring himself against the dragon’s spine.
“Haha! Dvalin! You’re as strong as I hoped!”
Standing atop the dragon’s back, Jia Changjiang endured its violent movements, his laughter defiant as the gales tore at his clothing and lashed against his face.
“Don’t hold back in this fight! Unleash your full strength, Dragon of the East Wind!”
Gripping the dragon tightly, Jia Changjiang shouted above the chaos. “Are you angry at Mondstadt? Are you in pain? Don’t hesitate—pour all those feelings into this battle and share them with me!”
“East Wind Dragon! Let’s bare our souls in combat! Give me your rage, your agony, and I’ll give you my joy and exhilaration in return!”
His taunts only enraged Stormterror further. The dragon whipped its body with tremendous force, finally dislodging Jia Changjiang and flinging him into the air.
Yet the next moment, the chains coiled around its claws, pulling taut.
Jia Changjiang, ever relentless, swung back toward the dragon like an unyielding honey badger, refusing to let go.
“Let’s fight with everything we’ve got!”
Stormterror’s cursed blood drove it into a frenzy, while Jia Changjiang’s taunting laughter echoed endlessly in its ears. Adding to the dragon’s frustration, Lumine’s Wind Bullets continued to rain down, striking with precision and persistence.
“Humans! Do you think you can represent Mondstadt and bear my fury?!”
For the first time, Stormterror—Dvalin, the Dragon of the East Wind—spoke directly to Jia Changjiang, its voice a thunderous growl filled with rage.
Hovering mid-air, it flung Jia Changjiang far away, breaking momentarily from the battle. Jia Changjiang unfurled his Wind Glider, hovering against the backdrop of the tempestuous skies.
Lumine readied another attack, but Paimon clutched her cheeks and stopped her.
Stormterror’s roar shattered the skies:
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!”
Finally hearing the dragon’s voice, Jia Changjiang’s grin widened in delight.
“You’re finally talking to me, huh?” he said, his voice brimming with excitement.
Without hesitation, he shouted his answer.
“I don’t pretend to represent anyone else!” Jia Changjiang declared boldly. “I speak for no one but myself—Jia Changjiang, Weapon Master!”
He faced the massive dragon without fear. “I didn’t come here to bear your anger for Mondstadt—I have no interest in that. I came to share it with you!”
Jia Changjiang’s voice carried across the winds, unwavering and jubilant.
“This is a fair exchange! I want to fight you, to claim victory! I want to share in your beliefs, your feelings, your pain—no, even your anger and madness. Don’t hold back—share it all with me through this battle!”
“In return, I’ll give you my joy in victory, the ecstasy I find in combat! All of it!”
Letting go of the chains, he swung his Wind-Enhanced Meteor Hammer in great circles, his voice booming.
“So, don’t refuse me, Dragon of the East Wind! Let’s exchange our emotions, our beliefs—everything!”
“Fight me, Dragon!”
With a mighty cry, Jia Changjiang launched himself toward Stormterror once more, the swirling winds carrying him forward.
Stormterror, now fully enraged, surged toward him in return.
“YOU WILL NOT FOOL ME, HUMAN!”
—
On the sidelines, Lumine and Paimon watched the spectacle unfold.
“Wow… what a bizarre man,” Paimon muttered, clutching Lumine’s neck. “He seems way too excited about this fight…”
Lumine raised an eyebrow. “He looks strong enough to handle the dragon by himself. Perfect—let’s head back to Mondstadt!”
“Hey! You can’t just abandon him like that, no matter how weird he is!” Paimon scolded.
“Ugh, fine…” Lumine grumbled, flying toward the battle. “Guess I’ll help out.”
—
The clash in Mondstadt’s skies was nothing short of epic.
Residents who had been hiding from the chaos couldn’t resist stepping outside to witness the battle.
The winds Stormterror stirred had scattered the clouds, revealing a fierce, unrelenting battle above. The dragon’s deadly breath clashed against Lumine’s relentless Wind Bullets, while Jia Changjiang danced through the storm, his chained meteor hammer striking blow after blow.
It was raw, brutal combat—man versus dragon.
Jia Changjiang, riding the wild winds with his Wind Glider, unleashed a torrent of violence on the colossal beast. It was the pinnacle of human strength against the overwhelming power of a dragon.
Stormterror, besieged by the relentless assaults, felt a strange mix of fury and unease.
Finally, with a bellowing roar, the dragon retreated, flying away from the city.
But before leaving, it unleashed a devastating breath of wind, aimed directly at Jia Changjiang.
The attack struck him head-on. Though he pulled his meteor hammer back to shield himself and the lightness of the winds eased some of the blow, his Wind Glider couldn’t withstand the assault.
The fragile device shattered, sending Jia Changjiang hurtling downward.
“Ahhh! Lumine, save that weird guy!”
Paimon’s panicked cry broke the tension.
Lumine had already moved, but even she realized it was too late.
Shaking her head, she muttered, “We’re not going to make it in time.”
—
Falling through the air, Jia Changjiang gazed upward, his mind clear.
“Ah… that was one hell of a fight.”
The thought brought a satisfied smile to his face as he plummeted toward Mondstadt.
Just as the ground seemed inevitable, a gentle melody filled the air, accompanied by a soothing wind.
“Warrior… Thank you for holding back Dvalin. Allow me to help you now.”
The soft notes of a lyre echoed, carrying with them a promise of safety.
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