Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer

Azvoid Larkson stood in the depths of the Abyssal Hollow Dungeon, breath ragged. The remains of the three Chimeric Dreadfiends had been wiped out from existence, their essence consumed by the void, Noctis had briefly unleashed. The air still crackled with residual power, the Dungeon walls trembling as if recoiling from the presence of something that should not exist.

But the dungeon was not finished.

A low, guttural sound rumbled through the darkness.

Azvoid's sharp gaze snapped forward.

Beyond the clearing, the shadows shifted—not like an absence of light, but something alive, watching, waiting.

Then, they came.

Six new figures emerged from the void, their movements fluid, unnatural. Tall, emaciated humanoids draped in abyssal mist, their eyeless faces twisting into distorted grins. Void Wraiths.

And behind them, something far worse.

A towering beast dragged itself forward, its form an unholy fusion of bone and dark chitin, its arms ending in jagged, blade-like appendages. Its mouth was a vertical slit that opened and closed in a grotesque rhythm, whispers spilling from within, a voice not meant for mortal ears.

A Nyx Reaver.

Azvoid's pulse pounded.

He had barely survived the last fight.

Now he had to deal with this?

Noctis's voice curled through his mind, thick with amusement.

"Oh? Already struggling?"

Azvoid ignored him.

He had no time for smug remarks.

The Void Wraiths moved first—blurring into streaks of shadow as they lunged.

Azvoid reacted on instinct, pivoting sharply.

He twisted space—his Space Vector Mastery activating at the last moment.

The first Wraith's trajectory snapped sideways.

Instead of striking Azvoid, it was flung into another Wraith, their bodies colliding with a sickening crunch.

He didn't hesitate.

His sword flashed—imbued with spatial force—severing through their incorporeal forms.

Two down.

But before he could recover—

The Nyx Reaver moved.

A blur of chitinous limbs came crashing down.

Azvoid threw himself backward, narrowly avoiding the devastating strike. The cavern floor shattered, sending a shockwave through the dungeon.

"Tsk." He gritted his teeth.

Even dodging wasn't enough.

The remaining four Wraiths attacked in unison, their bodies distorting unnaturally as they phased in and out of reality.

Azvoid pushed his abilities to their limit, his vector control shifting the space around him, forcing their attacks to veer off course.

But it wasn't enough.

One of them broke through, its clawed hand piercing into his side.

Pain—sharp and searing.

Azvoid choked back a cry, his vision blurring for a fraction of a second.

And that was all the Nyx Reaver needed.

A blade-like arm came down.

Azvoid couldn't move in time.

The world seemed to slow.

For the second time, he felt true helplessness.

And for the second time—

"Noctis."

The shadows shuddered.

A pulse of pure abyssal energy rippled outward, suffocating?, Undeniable!.

The Nyx Reaver froze mid-strike.

The Void Wraiths staggered back, their forms distorting unnaturally as if trying to escape an unseen force.

Too late.

The abyss answered.

From the void itself, Noctis emerged—his colossal form unfurling like a god of the unseen realms, wings dark as a starless night. His luminous violet eyes locked onto the enemies, their bodies trembling under his gaze.

"You dare?"

A single whisper.

And the shadows devoured.

The Void Wraiths didn't scream.

They didn't have the chance.

They simply ceased.

The Nyx Reaver, however, fought.

It thrashed, its form twisting in agony as the abyss tore into its existence, dragging it toward an end more absolute than death.

It resisted.

Noctis smiled.

"Foolish."

The dragon extended a single claw, dipping it into the air—and the very concept of the Nyx Reaver unraveled.

The beast convulsed.

Its form fractured.

It let out a final, distorted shriek—

And then there was nothing.

Silence.

Noctis turned to Azvoid, his form already beginning to dissipate back into the void.

"Still breathing?"

Azvoid exhaled heavily, barely keeping himself upright. He met Noctis's gaze—defiant.

"Obviously."

Noctis chuckled, the deep reverberation shaking the dungeon itself.

"Then stop crawling in the dirt and prove it."

And with that, he was gone.

Azvoid stood alone.

Alive.

But the battle was far from over.

Azvoid stood at the center of the battlefield, breath ragged, body trembling. His wounds pulsed with pain, blood still oozing from his side where the Void Wraith had pierced him, but he was alive. Noctis had returned to his mental space, his overwhelming abyssal presence vanishing as if it had never been there.

And yet—the dungeon did not let up.

A low, distant rumble echoed through the cavern.

Azvoid's jaw clenched.

Something else was coming.

The walls of the dungeon shuddered. Faint, glowing cracks spread across the stone, leaking inky, violet mist that pulsed like a heartbeat. The very air warped, distorting in waves, making reality itself seem unstable.

And then—they emerged.

Abyssal Striders.

A dozen of them, each standing at least nine feet tall, their forms an amalgamation of liquid darkness and jagged, insectoid limbs. Their elongated heads lacked any features—no eyes, no mouth—just a smooth, writhing surface that constantly shifted, as if trying to form something recognizable but failing.

They moved soundlessly—their clawed appendages clicking against the dungeon floor as they surrounded him in a tight formation.

Azvoid felt his body scream in protest. He had been pushed to his limits.

His mana reserves were nearly depleted.

His Space Vector Mastery had been overused.

And yet, his mind refused to break.

"Move."

He commanded himself.

And he did.

The first Strider lunged—its body shifting unnaturally as it elongated its arm into a blade-like appendage, aiming straight for his heart.

Azvoid ducked low, twisting his body at an angle impossible for normal movement, utilizing the last remnants of his vector control to distort the space around him.

The attack missed him by mere inches.

He retaliated immediately— lifting his hand,he formed a spatial blade, slashing forward.

Slash!

The blade met resistance—but it wasn't flesh or bone.

The Abyssal Strider absorbed the attack, its body bending around the blade like liquid darkness.

Azvoid's eyes widened.

"They adapt."

He had no time to react.

A second Strider struck, its razor-like claws slicing forward.

This time, he wasn't fast enough.

Rip—

Pain tore through his shoulder as the creature's claw dug deep, its dark energy seeping into his flesh like venom.

Azvoid staggered back, his vision blurring for a fraction of a second.

The Striders did not hesitate.

They pounced.

Azvoid gritted his teeth, his mind racing. His usual tactics wouldn't work here. They were too adaptive.

But he had one thing left.

A final gamble.

His body twisted, forcing himself into a rapid roll, dodging their next barrage of attacks by mere inches. As he moved, his free hand slammed against the dungeon floor.

"System!Show me my status panel!"

The familiar blue notification screen popped up before his eyes.

> [SYSTEM UPDATE: LEVELING PROGRESS]

Name: Azvoid Larkson

Race: Human (Awakened – D Level)

Talent: Space Vector Master (Rank: ???)

Wielder of chaos. prime origin of all.

Energy Reserves: Critically Low

Level: D (Progress 87%)

WARNING! Mana reserves reaching depletion. Physical fatigue at 66%.

[Recommendation: Defeat multiple high-value enemies to trigger breakthrough.]

Azvoid's breath hitched.

87%.

If he could just kill a few more, he would level up.

The Striders lunged again.

Azvoid moved faster.

With his last sliver of mana, he pulled every ounce of power from his Space Vector Mastery, distorting space around him to increase his acceleration, making him faster than he had ever been before.

His sword flashed.

One Abyssal Strider collapsed, its body splitting apart under his attack. The system reacted instantly.

> [System Update: Energy Absorption Complete – Progress 91%]

Azvoid twisted his body, shifting into a mid-air rotation, his spatial blade spinning in a fluid, merciless arc—

Two more Striders fell, their bodies dissolving into abyssal mist.

> [System Update: Progress 96%]

"Almost there!"

But before he could kill the last ones—

A new presence loomed behind him.

Something massive.

Something terrifying.

Something that made even the Abyssal Striders hesitate.

Azvoid whirled around—

And froze.

Towering over him was a creature unlike any other.

A Monarch Strider.

Its form stretched across the cavern, its many limbs curling into sharp, void-forged weapons, a singular, molten-white eye burning within its otherwise featureless abyssal form.

The system screamed a warning.

> [WARNING: Enemy Rank – C+]

(Warning.glitch encountered.

The dungeon rank has become unstable. Warning dungeon level is upgrading.warning host will meet high level entities.)

"Arrrrrghhhhh, great just what i needed, worst case scenario? I'll just summon Noctis again."

[Host survival rate: 8%]

[Recommendation: RUN.]

Azvoid felt his fingers tighten around his sword.

He wasn't going to run.

But he was going to end this.

The Monarch Strider let out a soundless roar, its sheer presence cracking the cavern walls, the entire dungeon beginning to collapse under its overwhelming energy.

Azvoid didn't hesitate.

With a final burst of speed, he drove his sword into the last Abyssal Strider's core, shattering it completely—

> [System Update: Enemy Defeated – Progress 100%]

[Level Up Achieved – Advancing to peak D Rank.]

A surge of raw, electrifying power erupted within him.

His wounds knitted together.

His body became lighter, faster, stronger.

And in that moment—he saw the vectors of reality more clearly than ever.

Azvoid's lips curled into a smirk.

"Now this… is more like it."