Tyrant System: Rise of the Dragonblooded

The factory swallowed sound. The lights flickered above, casting uneven shadows across the cracked metal floor. Two figures stood across from each other beneath the eerie hum of forgotten machines,Rin Solas and Kaelion Solas, brothers by blood, enemies by everything else.

For a long moment, neither spoke.

Then Kaelion broke the silence.

"I think we should first introduce ourselves," he said, voice calm but edged with something darker. "My name is Kaelion Solas. I have one brother who's far from here now... and one you know very well."

His gaze sharpened. "So tell me. What's your name? And what happened to my brother?"

Rin didn't flinch. He looked at Kaelion like a man watching a drowning dog bark from a river.

"Is that the lie you told yourself," Rin said, smiling faintly, "when you sent those killers after me? That are avenging your brother?"

He stepped forward, just once. "I don't have time to talk to a dead man."

Kaelion's expression didn't change, but his hand lifted and pointed to the walls.

With a mechanical hiss, the factory whirred,and dozens of glowing screens blinked to life.

Inside the factory. Outside. On the mountainside. In the war room. In cities across the empire. They all saw the same thing now: Rin and Kaelion, standing alone.

Kaelion spread his arms. "I prepared this. Since everyone's watching… I'd like to offer you something civilized."

He turned his head slightly, voice rising just enough for the feed to catch it.

"A fair match. No need for your loyal freaks to die, or my veterans to bleed for our pride. Just you and me."

He looked at Rin again.

"What do you say, Great Impostor? You value your people, don't you?"

Rin's smile widened just slightly. The insult didn't land. Not really.

"Hmm. A good idea," Rin said. "It makes reaching for your head much easier."

He turned to his squad and flicked his fingers once.

"Back off."

Without hesitation, his four elites withdrew into the shadows.

Kaelion nodded to his own side. His generals stepped away too, cautious but obedient.

Now only two remained.

Rin and Kaelion.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Even the watchers outside,the nobles, the princes, the commoners,held their breath.

This was not just a duel.

It was the empire deciding which monster it wanted to survive this battle.

Kaelion rolled his shoulders, flexing his fingers. The ancient armor on his body shifted, reacting to his blood, enhancing his already overwhelming power.

He stood at 85% blood purity.

Rin didn't move. He didn't need to posture. His gaze held steady. He stood at 78%,and while the gap was real, Rin had closed much larger ones before.

Over the past two years, he had torn his way forward like a storm. Killing, absorbing, feeding. He had taken prisoners from the Varros purge, hunted enemies with Ryvaris's help, and turned every life taken into strength.

Over half a million dead.

Blood purity: 68%.

But his body was far beyond what those numbers suggested.

Every inch of his flesh was now reinforced. Skin like plated stone, nerves hardened, organs protected. His physique had become something that barely resembled human form,something made to survive the worst pain, to crush resistance, and to keep walking,even his flames won'thurt him that much,this is how tough his body is right now.

He didn't need to match Kaelion in power.

He just needed to be the last one standing.

"I hope you won't regret this," Rin said quietly, his white wings slowly unfurling.

Kaelion's eyes narrowed. "Once I beat you, I'll take my time learning who you really are."

A pause.

Then the metal beneath them cracked as both surged forward.

The fight began.

No words. No hesitation. Just two brothers colliding like weapons drawn by history itself.

Rin's first strike came fast, a sweeping arc of his wing followed by a left jab,feint, then power. Kaelion blocked with his gauntlet, slid in under Rin's guard, and slammed a knee toward Rin's ribs.

It hit.

The sound echoed,metal on stone.

But Rin didn't stagger.

Kaelion blinked. He felt the hit, the force was there,but Rin's body didn't buckle like it should've. His ribs didn't crack. Instead, Rin grabbed Kaelion's arm and spun, throwing him across the chamber into a steel wall.

Kaelion rebounded immediately, fury igniting.

"You hardened your body," he muttered.

"I prepared for you," Rin answered.

The two circled, then clashed again.

Steel screeched. Sparks flew. Wing against blade, bone against muscle. Rin fought like a beast trained in a cage,brutal, smart, and unrelenting. Kaelion moved like a general ,measured, calculating, every blow intended to end.

The gap in purity showed. Kaelion's attacks had more force. Every hit Rin blocked numbed his arms. Every blow dodged barely missed devastation. But Rin adapted fast. He absorbed pain, adjusted patterns, forced Kaelion to fight his rhythm.

Minutes passed.

They were bleeding now. Both of them. Rin's lip was split. Kaelion's shoulder was bruised, armor dented. But neither stepped back.

Kaelion's expression tightened. "You're not normal."

"Correct," Rin said. "I'm not like you."

Kaelion launched forward with a roar, his sword igniting with inner fire. He brought it down with the weight of ten men behind it.

Rin caught it.

Bare-handed.

The ground cracked beneath him as he held the blade in place, blood trickling down his palm. He looked Kaelion dead in the eyes.

"You're strong," he said, voice calm. "But you spent your life being strong. I spent mine becoming strong."

With a twist, he broke Kaelion's grip, kicked him back, and slammed a fist into Kaelion's chest hard enough to bend his armor inward.

Kaelion coughed blood.

The watchers outside gasped.

The feed kept rolling.

And in that moment, even Arkan,watching from a tower above,leaned forward.

The fight was far from over.

But one thing was certain now:

Rin was not here just to win.

He was here to bury his brother.