Chapter 32: The Green Dragon's Fury
### The King's Fury
The Imperial shuttle, designed for high-speed travel and reconnaissance, became Damien's launch platform.
**Jordan** and **Cornell** watched in stunned silence as their grandfather moved. Damien did not bother with flight gear or weaponry; the **Drakain King** was a weapon unto himself. As he walked toward the shuttle's airlock, his regal robes shimmered and darkened, transforming into scaled battle armor that radiated raw, concentrated **Light and Dark Mana**. The mana coalesced around his shoulders and back, forming vast, shimmering wings—not physical, but pure energy—that filled the small corridor. Slung across his back was the sheathed form of his legendary weapon: a dark, obsidian blade, a brutal mix between a **greatsword and a samurai sword**, perpetually humming with Dark Magic enchantment.
"Contact the Third Fleet," Damien commanded, his voice muffled by the rising power but amplified by sheer force of will. "Tell them to hold position. If I do not return within one hour, they are to enact my security protocols immediately."
"Grandfather, please—" Cornell began, his face pale beneath his dark skin, his **dreadlocks** swaying as he shook his head.
"The time for pleas is over, Cornell," Damien cut him off, his voice heavy with finality. "This so-called vampire King's actions demand an unparalleled response. Alone I plan maintain the Empire its illusion of strength."
The airlock hissed open, venting the pressurized atmosphere. Damien didn't hesitate. He stepped out of the shuttle and into the cold, silent void of space.
With a silent, guttural release of power, Damien transformed. He became a titan of energy, manifesting his third, most terrifying form: the **Green Dragon**. His body expanded to a three-mile width, a colossal entity of emerald scales and power.
He launched himself away from Pandora's orbit with a force that sent gravitational ripples across the adjacent moons. He was a silent, incandescent comet tearing through the galactic arm.
### Decimation in the Void
**Location: The K'Vash Nebula.** Damien flew directly into the heart of the enemy. He smashed through the initial waves of Vampire **satellites** and smaller **ships** with the sheer force of his three-mile-wide body. The detonations were silent in the void, nothing more than flashes of light and showers of debris against his indestructible hide.
He landed on the last and largest of the ships, a Vampire dreadnaught, his full power briefly compressing the metal hull beneath his colossal weight. With a blinding flash of **Light Magic**, he shrank down to his formidable **6'9" form**, the Green Dragon's essence contained within the Drakain King's body, his **green eyes** burning.
The hangar bay was immediately flooded with over a hundred vampires, a grotesque hybrid assortment of different creatures—some with tentacles, others with multiple arms. Damien immediately drew his obsidian **Dark Magic blade**.
He moved with impossible speed, a blur of motion. He sliced through a dozen creatures in the blink of an eye, the Dark Magic blade never being touched, only covered in thick, dark blood. The other hundred monstrosities he dealt with using **Earth Magic**. He slammed his hand onto the floor, and the metal twisted, erupting into dozens of metallic **drones** that rose from the deck plates. The drones, controlled by the King's will, mostly held the vampires down as Damien sliced through every one of them with ruthless efficiency.
He looked out of the viewport and saw the approaching dark planet—the home of a head Vampire House. As the final drone was destroyed, and a thousand evil, red eyes surrounded him, reinforcements having just boarded the ship, Damien smiled.
He slid his finger up the length of his blade, his **Earth Magic** coating it with a stronger, denser metal. **"You thought we were weak?"** he yelled, his voice echoing with cosmic power. **"You thought the Dragon's strength had faded? You thought wrong!"**
His dark blade burst into a blazing torrent of **Black Fire**. Damien executed a cool **360-degree spin**, the arc of the flaming weapon destroying all of the monsters surrounding him, reducing them to ash and blood spray.
### The Descent
The scene shifted. He was back in his **Dragon body**, flying away from the wreckage, using **Air Magic** to propel himself. He tucked his colossal form and became a **spinning torpedo**, aimed directly at the planet.
On his way, he smashed clean through a small, abandoned **moon**, the resulting debris field causing everyone on the dark planet's surface to feast their eyes upon the terrifying, great **Green Dragon** in the sky.
After smashing through the moon, his three-mile-wide wings spread wide, slowing his violent descent as he entered the atmosphere. The **6'9" Drakain King** then landed on a black, volcanic beach. The sheer force of his landing, amplified by a burst of **Earth Magic**, caused a colossal **tidal wave** that immediately washed pure carnage across the shore.
Using **Air Magic**, he cleared the path before him, vaporizing the mist and water. He began walking toward a lone figure waiting for him—it was a formidable, utterly pissed-off **Vampire King**.