Jasik see's the snap, but he was able to cast a ward in time to protect himself. For a moment, he felt dizzy and weak but than a flood a power burst into him. The black diamond was now being fully utilized to channel the power of all the Ghost's of the corrupted land. His eye's faintly glowed purple.

"To call you a dragon is to call a piece of dung your magnificent black diamond" Jasik chuckled, seemingly bouncing to the top of a treasure pile. he waved his Rapier... no, it was a halberd now, at the dragon, seemingly taunting him.

"You have nothing against the Ghosts. We may just be a trace of the powerful creatures we once were, but we are many, and Thomas here will enable us spell a new path for our Messiah. You will not be the first, nor the last, to perish in our conquest!" voices seemed to echo across the dwelling

((IDK if Smaug is old enough to know about the Ghost's but if you want him to have some knowledge about them that cool because way back they weren't just corrupted souls but a real group of Dragons))

His bite had no affect as Smaug recoils his neck, looking down upon his adversary. He growls when Jasik insults him, but realizes that his power levels had indeed swelled back up. His eye follows the elf carefully as he bounces on top of a pile of gold. Then it was revealed that he was also part of... The Ghosts. Now this caught his attention.

"A Ghost you say?" Smaug replies with a toothy sneer and a lick of his chops, "It has been a looooooooong time since I have heard that name. Once, you were a respected group, one with powerful dragons. LIVE dragons... But then, your souls became corrupted as you thirsted for power over one another and killed most of yourselves in the process. What a shame. My old army had encountered several of your kind during the War and despite being powerful as they were, they could not stand up to the might of my troops. And you call this measly elf to be your conquerer? HA! I pity you fools. If there is anyone that will be the next conquerer of this world, it shall be me ONCE MORE!"

"I prefer Champion" Jasik said, edging towards Smaugs left. His eyes were still glowing dully purple.
"Back in the Day's of old, the Fire Drakes were also more numerous than us. We are not the strongest of Dragons either, no, that isn't what we thrive to achieve. We live to serve the Prince of Darkness, the Challenger of the Corrupted lands." Jasik appeared to be saying, but the Ghost's were just channeling their hatred.
"You see, even the strongest of the mortal dragon's cower in fear of the Black Rose Bush." Jasik and the Ghost's seem to say together. Jasik lunges at Smaug's left wing, appearing to cut there, but instead overshoots aiming towards the chest with his sword arm extended.

Jasik's sword strikes, just overshooting Smaug's wing, only to strike his scaly chest. The Fire Drake's armored chest was able to protect the dragon from a fatal blow, only scraping off 1 or 2 of his scales. The dragon retaliates by swiping his massive claws at Jasik and then breathing fire at a point blank range, melting some of the gold below the elf.

Jasik raised his arm to hinder the flames, as his armor like him was resilient to dragon fire... to an extent. But what he wasn't resilient to was the molten gold. Jasik let out a scream as he felt his feet began to bake. His wings shot out and he launched himself towards the exit of the cavern. He couldn't handle the dragon right now, he needed help to fight an elder one such as this. He was out the exit, feet burning, when he finally cast the spell to repair his molten feet. He landed on the ground and collapsed, feeling the black diamonds energy pulsating, ready for one last massive spell. He looked to the cavern then to the mouth of the cave and he pushed his arm out. A beam of a seemingly black abyss of nothing shot from his hand, and it was followed by several others. He cringed as he felt all sense of power leave him, the diamond was finally exhausted. He watched the tendrils of darkness work there way into the lonely mountain, searching finally for one last crippling blow on Smaug, for Jasik had manifested what would be called thousands of years later Cosmic Radiation. Jasik fainted on the floor a few meters from where he collapsed. He was spent, completely and totally.

Jasik was a stubborn little magician in battle, but it seems that his fire had finally been extinguished. As he screams in agonizing pain as his feet were burning in liquid gold, Smaug could only grin evilly as he prepares to do the final blow.

"TIMES... UP!" he booms as he lunges towards him.

But before he could get to him, Jasik's wings shot out and launched the magician towards the exit. He had just barely escaped death. The Fire Drake snarls which turned into another laugh.

"Run magician... RUN!" he teases Jasik, "You are no match for the mighty Smaug!"

A minute passed by and the crimson dragon was already trying to clean up the mess. Yet suddenly, a dark presence filled the room. Smaug looks around cautiously, his nostrils smelling the wretched sense. Then, without warning, several black-aura tendrils began rushing towards the mighty dragon. This will be known as Cosmic Radiation. The tendrils lash out at the mighty dragon as Smaug roars in agonizing pain. And this had gone on several more times until it finally stopped. By that time, the Fire Drake was almost depleted in strength. He pants heavily as he slowly collapses on his gold. What a sneaky devil that Jasik was...

"Curse you and your misfit Black Rose..." he curses angrily to himself with a grunt, "I will show you... reveeeeeeeeeenge..."

And with that, the mighty dragon closes his eyes and begins his slumber. He will sleep very well tonight. And tomorrow... he will find the trove of Beyza, along with calling out his long lost lieutenant.



The mighty Ayanami takes off with a massive flap of her wings as she becomes air-born. Her whale-like screeches can be heard for miles away as she flies high in the sky above, with a storm cloud following her.



Raiden and his 4 guards finally approached his home. It had been a long journey, only making a quick put-stop at Mystril Jungle to eat and he was very tired indeed, including his own guards.

"Thank you for following me home," he said with nobleness in his voice, "But I naught need of your services for the night."

"But sir," answered one of the guards, "The Council. They said~"

"Please..." interrupted Raiden, "I can take care of myself... and you know it."

He then turns to the rest of the guards.

"All of you, head back to the council, I shall meet you guys there in the morning."

The dragons saluted as they began flying back to the council. As for Raiden, he heads inside his crystalized caverm, filled with white and dark blue crystals on its wall. It was most certainly a beautiful cave. He heads to a large cavern in which he curls up and lays down, preparing to go to sleep.