Alchemist In The Apocalypse: Rise Of A Legend!

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[Ace POV]

"I just want to sleep," I muttered, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling into every fiber of my being. My body felt like lead, and even if I wanted to move, I doubted I had the strength to do so.

"What was that thing saying though?" I murmured to myself, my gaze fixed on the darkening sky.

"Which thing?" a deep voice asked from beside me.

I did not need to turn to know it was the emperor speaking. His presence was unmistakable.

"Nothing," I replied simply, deciding not to delve into the strange voice I had heard during the intense battle.

Turning my head to the other side, I surveyed the aftermath of the destruction we had caused. Ruins and debris lay scattered, evidence of the power we had unleashed. Surprisingly, there were no visible signs of mana or magic residue, indicating that our fight had been purely based on physical prowess.

As I glanced at the sky, I could tell that night was approaching rapidly. The spar with the emperor and the unexpected events that had unfolded in between had consumed more time than I had anticipated.

The fatigue finally overwhelmed me, and before I knew it, sleep enveloped my senses. My thoughts drifted away, leaving me in the comforting embrace of slumber.

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Seeing the lad laid on the ground in front of him, who had been out of it ever since he awoke, fall asleep, Andrew Dawn took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and concern. He turned his gaze to the destroyed surroundings around him, with himself at the center of it all. The aftermath of their intense battle was evident in the scattered debris and broken landscape.

"I always thought he was a monster, but to think he was a monster with a monster in him is another story," Andrew Dawn muttered, a wary smile forming on his lips as he pondered the complexity of Ace's situation. His gaze returned to Ace's sleeping figure on the ground. Despite the chaos surrounding them, Ace's peaceful expression made him seem unaffected, as if he had nothing to do with the destruction they had caused.

"Why are things turning more complicated as the days go by?" Andrew Dawn mused, releasing another sigh that was longer and louder than the last one. The weight of responsibility and uncertainty weighed heavily on his mind.

After taking one last look at the surroundings, Andrew Dawn decided it was time to leave the area and take Ace back to the settlement. With a earnest determination, two huge dragon-like wings emerged from his back. They glistened with an otherworldly glow, a testament to the emperor's power.

Securing Ace's small body in his arms, Andrew Dawn took to the skies with graceful ease. His majestic wings beat rhythmically, carrying them both aloft. As they ascended, he could not help but marvel at the world below. The landscape, marred by their battle, now seemed so small and insignificant from above.

The journey back to the settlement was a mix of silence and contemplation. Andrew Dawn's thoughts were filled with questions about Ace's true nature and the extent of his power. He wondered what it meant for the future, both for Ace and for the world they inhabited.

As they approached the settlement, Andrew Dawn carefully descended, making sure Ace was secure in his arms. 

Before he even got to the settlement gates, he could already see a white-haired waiting in front of the gates with her eyes staring at him.

"Is that not the lass that came with him?" Andrew Dawn wondered as he got closer.

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While it was true that Ace was indeed sleeping peacefully, he also found himself pulled into a realm of dreams where he became an intrigued and passive spectator. However, the dream he encountered was anything but peaceful; instead, it was a swirling maelstrom of confusion and mystery.

In the dream's hazy landscape, a fierce fight was unfolding before Ace's eyes. The figure that immediately captured his attention bore an uncanny resemblance to his adult self. This mysterious man, whom Ace could now identify as Arthur, seemed to be a seasoned warrior, fearlessly confronting a scaled-like human adversary. 

In Ace's dream, he found himself in a strange and chaotic scene. He was not an active participant but rather a spectator, observing events unfold before his eyes. The dream was far from peaceful; it was filled with tension and confusion.

Before him, a fierce fight was taking place. The figure that caught Ace's attention was a man who bore a striking resemblance to his adult self. This man, whom he now knew as Arthur, was locked in combat with a scaled-like human opponent. Arthur moved with a grace and skill that seemed almost otherworldly as he wielded dual blades, striking with precision and power.

The air around them crackled with energy, and the clash of their blades created sparks that illuminated the scene. Despite the intensity of the fight, there was an air of determination and resolve on Arthur's face. It was manifest that he was a seasoned warrior, and his movements exuded confidence.

But for Ace, seeing this adult version of himself was puzzling and disorienting. How could he be witnessing a fight involving a future version of himself? The confusion only deepened as he tried to make sense of the dream.

Everything was still okay to spectate until the man who he recognizes as author from the mouth of the scaled being spoke a familiar name.

"WHERE'S ANNA?!"

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