Damned world knights. Chapter 6: Chapter 6: landmass enemy.

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Holding onto a tree for dear life. Not letting go. Ellowen looks down at the height he's dangling from. He takes a deep breath and pulls himself up—it's easier than he thought, but one wrong move and he'll fall to his death. "It'd be really convenient if I knew how to use those angel wings by now," Ellowen whispers under his breath. "But I don't… unfortunately," he thinks to himself. He looks back and sees the dragon circling the giant, breathing fire that causes parts of it to explode. The dragon doesn't notice Ellowen—hidden among the leaves—but blasts fire in his direction. Seeing the incoming flames, Ellowen starts jumping from tree to tree. Despite his efforts, the fire still reaches him, exploding just behind as he escapes. The dragon's fire begins to concentrate on one spot instead of spreading. The flames grow brighter—red in the center, orange around the edges. Its throat glows red. Another surge of fire intensifies the blaze coursing through the giant's arm, culminating in a massive explosion that severs it completely. Finally, the giant turns toward the dragon. It roars, lava pouring from its mouth as it does. Meanwhile, Ellowen is falling—down with the severed arm of the giant. As he tumbles through the air, he slams into a tree branch, knocking him unconscious. But in that moment of unconsciousness, a memory resurfaces. He's in a grey training room filled with weapons. Standing before him is a rough, muscular man whose body strains his shirt. His black hair, blue eyes, and tail mark him as an angel—a Knight of Dawn. "Don't mind me taking out my anger during training, kiddo," the man says, glaring at Ellowen, who's on one knee, wheezing, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. "I don't mind, teacher," Ellowen replies, barely able to speak, bruised black and blue. "It just pisses me the fuck off when the higher-ups act like you're gonna become better than everyone else. SUCH a big shot. A huge deal." With that, the man lunges forward, swinging his sword. Ellowen blocks, then uses the rocket in his shoe to blast past him. He kicks off the wall and launches back toward his opponent. The man grins wickedly and dodges. He kicks Ellowen in the stomach, grabs his leg, and slams him to the ground—then hurls him across the room. Skidding along the floor, Ellowen grabs a long chain and clips it to the bottom of his sword. He begins spinning it rapidly by the chain and flings it at the man. "GOOD! That's what I'm talking about!" the man shouts, dodging the attack and grabbing the chain. He yanks Ellowen toward him—but Ellowen charges his left fist with ice, slamming it into the man's gut. The man stumbles slightly, pain flickering in his eyes. "I hate agreeing with those old rats at the top… but you've got potential," he mutters with a dark laugh. "Just make sure you don't die before I do, or I'll be laughing at how their little 'genius' kicked the bucket." He points to his wrist. "If you're really planning to keep that sword-and-chain style, store it in a sliding compartment in your wrist pad. Get runes that let it shrink and grow. Trust me." He sits down and pulls out a water bottle. Ellowen joins him, sighing. The man tosses him a sandwich. "You gonna tell me your name now?" Ellowen asks. "Name? Us second-generation angels don't really get one… but once I leave this damned place, everyone's gonna know the name Davalin." He smirks. "Okay, but why keep the chain in my wrist instead of my pouch?" Ellowen raises an eyebrow, chewing. "Why? Because it's gonna look cooler, DUH!" That last word echoes in Ellowen's mind. Suddenly, his eyes snap open—he's still falling, fast. "YOU BETTER BE RIGHT ABOUT THIS LOOKING COOL, DAVALIN!!" he yells. He reaches for his right shoulder pad, slides open a hidden compartment, and pulls out the miniaturized chain. "¡CRECER Y EXTENDERSE!" he shouts. The chain expands to full size. He clips it to the base of his sword, starts spinning it rapidly, then hurls it toward a nearby tree. "Come on, COME O