MARVEL I AM DRAGON GOD

Arthur stepped out of the building's shadow, his gaze sweeping across the chaos unfolding at Vale Harbor.

The night air hummed with the sounds of battle—clashing metal, the roar of dust explosions, and the distant shouts of combatants.

He could clearly see the familiar figures of Roman Torchwick and members of the White Fang, their numbers significant.

It was clear they were up to no good.

Below, amidst the fray, he spotted them: Team RWBY and Team JNPR.

They were in the thick of it, their movements more fluid and powerful than ever before.

A subtle smile touched Arthur's lips.

He'd been teaching them, preparing them for moments like this, and it showed.

Gone were the days when their semblances were merely extensions of their aura.

Now, infused with the raw power of mana, their abilities had become truly extraordinary.

Ruby's speed was a blur, leaving glowing trails as she darted through White Fang ranks.

Yang's punches landed with the force of a small explosion, her fiery aura flaring with each strike.

Weiss's glyphs shimmered with intricate patterns, conjuring ice constructs and speeding up her movements with surprising grace.

Even Blake, usually more reserved, moved with a newfound ferocity, her shadow clones striking with precision and power.

Team JNPR was equally impressive. Jaune, once clumsy, now moved with a surprising confidence, his shield deflecting blows with ease as he coordinated with his team.

Nora's hammer strikes vibrated with immense power, sending enemies flying.

Pyrrha's control over magnetism was truly a sight to behold, disarming opponents and manipulating the environment with effortless skill.

Ren moved like a whisper, striking with silent precision and debilitating his foes.

Arthur watched for a moment, a sense of pride swelling within him.

They were strong, much stronger than anyone else at Beacon knew.

His training, the secret lessons on true magic and mana manipulation, had paid off.

Their semblances now drew from a wellspring of raw magical energy, making them incredibly versatile and lethal.

They weren't just using their inherent powers; they were commanding the very fabric of existence, albeit on a small scale for now.

"Looks like fun," Arthur murmured to himself, a glint in his eye.

He stretched, feeling the immense power thrumming beneath his skin. If he joined in, he'd have to be careful.

He was far beyond their level, and even a fraction of his true strength could be devastating.

He certainly didn't want to accidentally kill anyone.

He reached into his coat and pulled out his crimson wand. It was a simple-looking thing, crafted from dark, polished wood with a glowing red gem at its tip.

But in his hands, it was a conduit of immense power.

He poured a small portion of his dragon mana into it, just enough to transform it.

The wand began to glow with an intense crimson light, shifting and elongating until it solidified into a magnificent sword.

The blade shimmered with an inner fire, radiating a sense of ancient power.

Immediately, two voices echoed in his mind, ancient and powerful.

["It should have been us."]

Arthur sighed inwardly.

Great Red and Ophis said with jealousy. He hadn't had a chance to use them.

Ophis, the Sword of Chaos and Infinity, was the embodiment of silent, absolute endless ending.

Great Red, the Sword of Dream and Annihilation, raw, limitless destruction and creations.

They were immensely powerful that could reshape reality if unleashed fully.

He communicated with them telepathically.

"Wait for me getting dragon aura as a reward then I would use you both. Otherwise, I might accidentally kill someone."

He sensed their understanding, a reluctant agreement.

They were powerful, but they also recognized the need for discretion.

They desired to be unleashed, to experience battle, but they also understood the consequences of their full power on this world.

["Very well, Arts."]

Great Red's voice rumbled in his mind, tinged with a hint of disappointment.

["We shall await our turn."]

Ophis's voice was softer, more serene, but with an underlying anticipation.

Arthur nodded, though no one could see it.

He couldn't unleash them in their full glory without risking catastrophic damage and unwanted attention.

He needed a good reason, a suitable reward that would allow him to tap into that raw, destructive dragon aura without holding back.

For now, his wand-turned-sword would suffice.

It was still incredibly potent in his hands, capable of channeling his mana into powerful attacks without the overwhelming destructive potential of his Sacred Gears.

He took a deep breath, the night air cool and crisp.

The sounds of battle continued below, a symphony of conflict.

It was time to join the dance.

He gripped his transformed wand tightly, the crimson blade humming with contained power.

He would ensure his students were safe, and he would put an end to Roman Torchwick's little scheme.

But he would do it with precision, with control, and without drawing too much attention to his true capabilities.

This was their fight, and he was merely there to guide them, to ensure they learned and grew from the experience.

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