Crazy stuff.

Divine Teleportation sounded amazing and all, but Omnikinesis is an absurdly powerful skill, Damon dropped to his knees and thanked the God passionately.

He rose to his feet, and began to test.

Casting Omnikinesis, he willed the ceiling to part, slowly unraveling at its seams, bringing a shining light from the moon upon his form. He was ecstatic, as he gazed up at the stars.

He witnessed shooting stars passing over, and as he strained his entire being, one such passing speck stopped, and Damon was quickly drained of vast quantities of mana. He released the star seconds later, heavily breathing as he was giddily counting his luck.

He drifted off to sleep, a thorough lack of care on his face.

After an enriching rest, Damon rose from the bed, and had his cloak take the form of a grand covering a king would have. He returned the room to its prior state before leaving, making his way down the stairs, and after some quick pleasantries, Damon departed from the inn, resolving himself to meet the hero, Brenor.

Damon closed his eyes, breathing deeply, as he located Brenor, sitting within a cafe surrounded by women, but he seemed awfully disinterested in any of them. As he gazed at the Mighty Spear, the hero sensed his gaze.

He saw a portal appear beside him and instantly went through it.

He appeared before Damon, and his breathing quickened. Brenor had been a hero in this world for fifty years. After the first few, there were no worthy opponents for him to face, and he soon grew bored. Despite his blessing being simple, he was a mighty hero, slaying dragons and monstrosities as he passed, but he could tell, none of them compared to the creature he was facing. “Show me your true face, so I may end your life, and for once in my long life, I shall face true danger.” He summoned a grand spear, designed for decimating draconic flesh.

Brenor twirled the spear with his hands, before taking a mighty stance, “Prepare for ****, beast.” He had a demented look within his eyes, as he began his attack.

And before Damon even realized it, his arm was pierced from his body at the elbow. Pulling his stump into his view almost made him pass out.

He looked at the missing arm he no longer had, releasing a monstrous roar, as well as a spurt of flames, as he was left holding the stump that was left.

“Maybe this won’t be so difficult.” Brenor was quick to be braggadocious, and began twirling the spear again. “Are you a dragon? It doesn’t really matter, though, does it?” He was extremely fluid in his motions, until he suddenly froze.

His form had begun to solidify, slowly his skin began to form into layers of stone, asDamon grabbed the spear, snapping the stone wrist it was held within. He brought the divine spear above his head, and brought it down with a mighty snap, breaking the holy artifact, and all hopes Brenor had still retained quickly dwindled.

As his form began to complete the petrification, he was met with a raging, heaving Damon.

Damon’s hand slowly finished reforming, and he wound back a punch.

And he punched the skull of Brenor, the Mighty Spear, clean from his shoulders, though it wasn’t clean, as it had exploded on his fist before it had turned to stone.

So there a headless statue stood, holy spear holding hand broken off, head fully shattered into splinters, before becoming stone.

Damon immediately portaled his way to his cave. That was a problem for another day.

He walked through the portal, seeing the small group he’d gathered so far. He was met with a great ****, the body of Dirpe was upon him, tightly grasping at him, “I watched the shinies for you, master, they're all here.” She said while hugging him.

“That’s good, I bet you did.” He patted her on the head gently.

Ember appeared as well, fluttering through the air and landing atop his shoulders. She whispered in his ears, “She slept the whole time.”

“That’s fine, really, Elgy will help her.” Damon patted Dirpe on the head, as he began to walk towards his throne.

When he sat upon it, he received a notification.

“Oh my God! Thank you.” He accepted the two skills.

Damon reeled back his head, opening his mouth. A mighty pillar emerging from his mouth, though controlled, as it spiraled throughout the chamber in the form of a Dragon. The flaming Dragon flew around the hall, it eventually flew through the open roof.

He watched the Dragon leave, and looked down at his hand. His hands had grown razor sharp claws, as well as absurdly hard scales across his arms. The scales spread, slowly coating his entire body.

He then accepted the title.

It was unclear, but it sounded quite powerful. Damon was sitting peacefully upon his throne. He then accepted the three artifacts.

These items were literally Legendary. They were each many times stronger than any he’d gotten before. Damon was ecstatic for his gifts as he was nearly shaking in excitement. He held Arathnovaal in his hands, preparing himself for what he was going to do.

Sitting upon his throne, Damon brought the Call to his hand. The Boundless Dragon Call was formed from the hollowed horn of an Adamantine Dragon, an ancient being of remarkable power. This mighty horn was held tightly in his grasp. He lifted it slowly to his lips. And he steadily breathed inward.