Rise of the Harem King

The explosion was devastating, engulfing Rowan in a wave of flames, and for a moment, silence reigned. Yet, from the furious, dancing fire, a shadow emerged. Rowan stood firm, his clothes in tatters, and even his once-mighty scales bore marks of damage, but he remained on his feet.

With a cruel smile, he mocked Davi, a cold, bloody chuckle escaping his lips. Then, fixing his gaze on the boy who had pushed him to the brink, he declared furiously:

"Now you will witness the true power of pure blood."

At that moment, the defeated and exhausted boy heard a notification resonate in his mind: [The skill has leveled up.]

Barely able to hold on to his consciousness, he had no idea what this newfound power entailed. Yet, he stood up. In his eyes burned the bloodlust of a true beast.

With a final effort, he activated once more, and to his surprise, his stats surged. The effect now seemed many times stronger than before.

At the same time, his mind began to spin, his muscles screamed in agony, and he realized a brutal truth: his body was nearing its limit. In fact, he wasn't even sure he could manage one more strike.

But then, in a twist of fate, he noticed the broken remains of Ember's sword lying beneath his foot. He had fallen right beside it.

A faint laugh escaped his lips as he recognized this stroke of irony. He gripped the shattered saber and began channeling his magic into it. Once again, he activated and felt his body ignite.

He roared in pain, the act of staying conscious becoming an impossible task. He was pushing far beyond what his body and mind were ever meant to endure. But none of that mattered.

Davi summoned every ounce of strength left in his battered frame, his muscles trembling and the pain tearing through every fiber of his being. His vision blurred, but one thing remained clear: his sole target ahead, Rowan.