Dance of Dragons.
These animals rarely fly, but when they do, they often dance in the sky; a great way of expressing that they fight to the death. For territory, for mating, for gold. Fighting with claws and fire, they devastated the countryside until a victor remained.
However, Tai never imagined that this would happen to him; that he would transform into a dragon and dance with swords and spells as the universe burned.
He and Medelot circled each other, the [Death Knight] urging himself and his mount. His already thin mask of sanity is gone; his rage and madness are on full display.
"Life is a fight, Walter!" Metro roared, charging at Tai with his Claymore, the Cataclysmic Power. That weapon killed his own niece and nephew. “A battle that never lets you breathe! Never lets you rest! Keep spitting in your face! Life is a constant war that only ends when we die!”
"Then kill yourself before I bother you!" The embers of their former friendship have been extinguished, leaving only mutual contempt.
Walter scurried back, keeping as much distance as possible, and responded with a chilling blizzard. If Medelot gained his powers from the Fire Lord Suter, he should be inherently vulnerable to the elements of frost.
The undead knight advanced through the cold as his mount visibly struggled, white runes appearing on his armor. Symbol of the Song of Disaster, the Winter Queen.
The [Death Knight]'s sword did not waver, but pierced Tai's chest with superb skill. The sword's flames bypassed all of the Necromancer's protections as if they didn't exist, including his intangibility. Evil steel pierced Tai's thigh, and instead of blood, dark, screaming souls poured out.
Tai roared and teleported several meters away, but Medelot caught up with him immediately; like any experienced warrior, he knew not to give the caster the benefit of distance. Tai tried to slow down the Death Knight with explosions and magic arrows, but his attacks bounced off the Knight.
The two Fiannas behind Medelot were not lazy either. The Wyvern Knight of the duo has changed his weapon to some kind of sacred axe, which he can use even in his undead state; he's always trying to flank Tai, reducing his room for movement. The Knight of Pegasus turns out to be a spellcaster, attacking from the side with sharp blasts of wind and lightning. Tai is naturally resistant to the elements, but he is not immune to them.
Since the Necromancer cannot be healed easily and must control his SP, the Necromancer focuses on using his super flying skills to dodge, but this proves to be impossible. Like one man scattered over three corpses, the undead trio converged on the Necromancer; the Republicans flanked Tay, allowing Medlot to close in.
"Stop the clock!" Ty roared once, running out of options, freezing the world, the troops on the ground, and Fianna.
Yet, by some miracle, Medelot and his dragon mount continue to move through stopped time.
"I tried! The death knight roared, and the wolf Fenrir's symbol appeared on his armor. Fang-shaped ice spears appeared around Walter, and a magical mouth bit the prey. "I tried So many times! "Do you think my undead are a gift, Walter? This is my punishment! Separated from the one I love most! Eternal pain and anguish!"
Ty, silent with scorn, raised his scepter Apophis and uttered a new spell before the crampons reached him. "River Styx".
A swirling, ghostly stream of water appeared around the Necromancer, taking the shape of a snake. The structure of the liquid spread in all directions, like a thousand snakes thirsting for souls; they shattered the jaws of ice, attacked the Fiana River, and surrounded the island of Medrut. The dragon mount unleashed a torrent of fire that drove them back, but some of the flames struck it in the belly, causing the beast to scream.
Medlot's armor caused the projectiles to ricochet harmlessly. "Are you happy?" he roared, summoning a burst of blue flames that evaporated the water from Walter's body. "Do you like it the way it is, you rotten snake? No joy, no happiness, nothing?"
"I'm alive," Tae replied, beating out the other options. "This is the most important thing. The undead are not static, but dynamic! This can be improved! My magic can make you whole, Medora!"
"I see that time has not diluted your arrogance as a wizard!" Med
aut replied. "Some problems can't be solved with spells, Walter!"
"I actually created quite a few for you," the Necromancer replied, aiming his scepter (Apophis) at each of them. "[Walter's Ski
flaye
]. "
This effect begins as soon as time resumes.
Fianna's skin, the skin of their mounts, and the skin of Medelot's dragon mount were all stripped off. Scales, feathers, everything that covered their blood and veins flew away like windblown cloth; they gathered around Tai, merging with his ethereal cloak to form flying tentacles. Some he used to sew up the wound on his thigh to prevent any more souls from leaking out.
These mounts are the only living creatures among Tai's enemies, and they wail in agony loud enough to drown out the explosions and bombardment. However, there was one more thing that troubled the Necromancer. His spell range includes Metro, and while he doesn't have a skin, he should at least be made aware of it. It doesn't.
Why don't any of his spells work? He can mask his weaknesses in some elements and schools of magic, but not all!
unless…
"Impossible..." When Taiyi realized the truth, the undead light in his eyes trembled.
"This is a great example," Medlot said, channeling dark energy through his mount to keep it alive. "I have a divine immunity to magic."
impossible. "As long as time permits, there is no obstacle that magic cannot overcome!"
"You don't have much time, Walter," Medlot said, ordering the injured Fianna to give up the attack and change her strategy. "This is the end."
The two undead commanders of the [Death Knight] flew down and flew towards the cave entrance leading to Nastrom below. Apparently, Medlot could have had his deputies destroy the roots instead of doing it himself.
Tai immediately flew behind them, preparing to cast [Meteor Shower]. However, the Pegasus Knight immediately countered him, shielding her fellow dragon as he descended towards the cave entrance.
If only they had blood he could manipulate!
Tae extended his skin tentacles and successfully closed the passage for the two, forcing them to dive underwater to avoid the active limbs. However, Mederot chose this moment to cast a spell on himself, with the symbol of Jormungandr, the Midgardian serpent, gleaming on his armor.
"[Rune of Destruction]." Tai drew an invisible symbol in the air in retaliation.
Suddenly, Medelot's magic disappeared, which surprised him. His band of Pegasus knights tried to summon a bolt of lightning at Tai, knocking him down like a fallen angel, but the runes also broke the spell.
"As I thought, you are only immune to magic damage." Tai said, quickly carving a second rune in the air. "You'll still be affected by the magic effects. Not all of them, but some of them. (Make a yellow sign)!"
A golden, sickly sorcery symbol shines in the cloud of ash, its light bathing each warrior in evil energy.
Med
aut is not immune to everything, but he has too many defenses to fall victim to mind domination. His control over his undead slaves also protected his puppets from Tai's control.
But their mounts...
While Metro's skinned dragons resisted attempts at mind control, Fianna's beasts succumbed to Tai's command; the symbol overwhelmed their primitive minds. The necromancer immediately ordered them into the underworld where their army began in Leonis.
Obeying his mental command, the mount flew away, dragging its rider with it. Like arrows, they drove Fianna into their pyre and disappeared from Ty's sight.
Medelot watched the scene angrily but did not let it affect his resolve. Instead, he ordered his skinned dragon to charge directly at Tai, who considered his options. Casting accelerated tier VIII and IX spells costs twice as fast as normal, and while his perks optimize his magical efficiency, his power is not unlimited. Even his blood ring was almost dry. He has to make every possession count.
Medelot thought he could defeat any spellcaster, but magic wasn't the only weapon in Tai's arsenal.
After all, he was a disaster.
Using his innate racial abilities, Tai inhales and releases a poisonous cloud. The breath began to eat away at the dragon's mount's flesh rapidly, with the bones exposed. But Medrat was confident in his immunity to the undead, and he succeeded. Unable to dodge or teleport quickly, Ty instinctively raised his staff Apophis and skin tentacles in defense.
Metro's Claymore cuts through everything like butter.
It shattered the dragon bone scepter, split the tentacles in two, bypassed all magical protection, and finally penetrated Tai's cloak and flesh. The sword passed through the left shoulder and continued through the torso, possibly severing him entirely if he had had a little better momentum.
At the same time, Tai's weapon detonated in an explosion of necromantic energy, knocking both enemies back. Medelot's sword left a flame in the Necromancer's wound, the blue flames quickly extinguished by the icy darkness pouring from his body.
Yet, despite being angry at the destruction of his weapon and feeling intense physical pain for the first time in months, Tai couldn't help but laugh.
For the rot had begun to spread upon Medlott's burning bones.
"Impossible...(poison)?" (Death Knight) hissed, looking over his shoulder. Rot spreads through him, and his fire can't stop anything. "I'm immune to this!"
"You know what's the difference between us, my old friend? You're a pessimist and I'm an optimist. You think there are some problems that are unsolvable; I think there's nothing that I can't do."
Tai said as he ordered some skin tentacles to swirl around the two halves of his body and sew them together. Although his health took a hit, he managed to bounce back.
"Any problem can be solved by judicious use of available resources," the Necromancer declared confidently. "Just like my natural [Breath of Rot] reduces [poison] immunity to resistance. A terrible venom that can even poison the soul. Even the undead I create to eat."
Realizing the danger, Metro ordered his dying dragon to stand back before attempting to heal. "[Loki's Dark Miracle——]"
can be predicted. "[Nyhogg's Kiss]."
This spell was not intended to cause direct harm, but it successfully affected Medelot. [Death Knight] protects himself from the effects of Freeze Time, as he expects advanced spellcasters to use spells like [Clock Stop].
But no undead expected a disease-based attack.
Med
aut can no longer undo [poison] diseases. [Poison damage will be doubled.
The Pale Snake invented this combination spell and it is very effective. Metro's divine magic failed to clear away the poison that consumed him. Not even the forces of other disasters can save their warriors from their own power.
"Just like Thor would kill a Midgardian snake, only to be killed by its venom," Tye said. "Today, a great warrior will be poisoned to death."
The undead can only have one lord.
The mad [Death Knight] roared as his bones burned, rotted, and regenerated in a continuous cycle. Even when he is harmed, Medelot possesses an advanced healing factor that was bestowed upon him by his dark master. Apparently, he's losing more health than he's regaining, and the rot is slowly spreading, but it'll be a while before the venom destroys him.
Nagelfa may have exorcised his immortal spirit, but the conditions were not right. The rock on Tai's forehead didn't help either.
Feeling like he can't win this long battle, Med
The aut changed tactics and ordered his bleeding mount to lunge for the hole, risking everything to reach the root before the [poison] finished him off. Walter chased after him, grabbing the dragon's wings with his remaining skin tentacles and snapping them off.
At the last moment, Medelot did something unexpected.
He was startled.
The knight jumped from his mount, but did not jump to the cave entrance. Instead, he aimed at the surprised Tae, who was already too close.
"accelerate-"
Medelot's sword pierced Tai's chest, exactly where his heart should have been before he teleported. The magic on the sword invalidated Tai's own buffs, canceling his flight and intangibility.
The Necromancer let out a roar of pain as he felt the fire burning through him, and he and the dragon fell in different directions. The beast, now a rotting corpse, crashed into Ty's shop and nearby houses. Whether this was a coincidence or a terrible joke played by fate, the Necromancer did not know.
But this made him very angry.
Ty managed to gain some control over the flight path and tried to smash Medelot's head with his bare hands; but the mad knight kept twisting the sword and refused to let go. Two undead crashed to the ground near the edge of Nastrang's cabin, blowing dust and ash in every direction.
Warning that your blood volume has dropped below half!
"Annie, teleport over and open the box!" Tai contacted his apprentice through psychological messages. He tried to cast a spell to force the knight to leave him, but Medolot struck him hard on the head with his iron boot. The Necromancer felt an evil crack in his jaw.
"It's already begun!" she replied, without contradicting her teacher.
"So you can still feel pain, even if you are a god." Medlot said, taking the sword from Tai's chest and quickly stabbing him through the chest again and again. Like the poison he was infected with, Medelot's fire spread within him, consuming even the souls that made up his Calamity Body.
"Not as good as you," Ty replied hissing like a snake, his rationality overridden by primal instinct.
Flames burst from Medlot's rotting skull and he raised his claymore over Ty's head, intending to crack his skull this time. His voice changed, from a twisted man to an angry demon. "I feel nothing but pain!"
Tai responded with a reptilian roar, sending a telepathic message to his reinforcements.
Before he could complete the final blow, Delinome Demilic instantly moved behind Medelot.
(Death Knight) Before he could even take a look at the newcomer, the dragon bit his neck. Due to his spell enhancement, Medelot was as big as a dragon, so the sudden attack did not kill him immediately. However, it did force him to hit a pile of debris, giving Tai room to recover.
The necromancer stood back up, leaving Medelot struggling on his mount as he cast more spells on himself. He glanced over the edge of the cave and at Nastrom below. His lair is intact and the cathedral still stands.
Tai then silently ordered all of his remaining skin to wrap around his body like a bandage, trying to tie himself together. He looks more like Spook than Asclepius. "This is my last gift to you, old friend!" said the Necromancer, muttering incantations and keeping Medlott busy with his Linorme cards. "The peaceful oblivion you long for!"
Then, the sky shattered like glass and lava fell from the sky like water droplets.
[Disaster Survivor] activated [Disaster Power (Age of Fire)].
Global temperatures will rise at a rate of 4 degrees per hour, and hell will begin spontaneously. The [Fire] effect reduces Resistance to Weakness and [Fire] Immunity to Resistance.
Ty glanced up and saw where the sun should have been.
An armored fire giant as big as a hill managed to squeeze his arm in. His hands are bigger than the streets, and the flaming sword he wields...
Tai had never seen such a large weapon. Claymore was as big as Lyons' bridge and brighter than the sun. As it radiated heat, its wielder let out a battle cry, his voice like the echo of a cataclysmic volcanic eruption.
"It's all burned!"
The Sword of Satyr fell on Lyons, setting the whole world on fire.
Hagen likes to kill people.
Some people think he enjoys fighting, but they are wrong; while he appreciates a contest of skill and weapons, his true calling is to tear others to pieces. Criminals take pleasure in bringing down "honorable" knights, slowly stripping away their illusions of a just world. When you live as long as Dullahan, you develop some strange hobbies.
So he doesn't like fighting soulless dead people.
His scepter clashed with the flaming spear, and his shield clashed with the icy spear. The skeleton he fights was once a member of Fianna's team, but has now been transformed into a mindless killing machine; one continues the attack without saying a word, forcing both sides to a stalemate. His bones were as black as charcoal, and his chest was covered with golden armor that not even Hagen's magic scepter could penetrate. The warrior moved quickly, leaving no room for Dullahan to recover.
When Fianna leads Medelot's army into the city, the fighting has moved from the city gates to the streets. Due to lack of space, Hagen even had to dislodge his phantom mount and fight on foot. No matter where he looked, Tay's best friend saw burning houses, piles of bodies, and cracks in space. Swarms of fire giants emerged from them, the giants trampling over the warriors like ants, destroying the barricades with their fiery blades.
While Hagen led an army of undead on the ground in an attempt to contain Medlot's commanders and elites, Lady Thrall protected the rear. Using Nyhog's dark magic, she summoned a giant purple undead insect that was larger than a dragon. The creatures attack fire giants and giant winter wolves, while the priestess supports them with purple light.
Spell caster. Always so showy.
However, the battle went surprisingly well. Thanks to teleporters hidden within the city, the defenders managed to summon an indestructible golem and cauldron of slime behind enemy lines. The massive machine plowed through hordes of attackers before dueling with the axe-wielding Fianna.
Hagen didn't know who he should be more impressed by. A mindless golem can take on a legendary warrior, or a warrior can face a massive, nearly indestructible machine alone.
Channeling the evil forces through his staff, Hagen managed to fight off the spearmen, and the commander retreated with a group of hooded Catastrophe cultists. Given the current situation, they most likely decided to regroup with other units and return en masse to overwhelm Hagen's position.
Guixian chose that moment to appear, appearing in stages in the soil.
"Asclepius broke their path with meteors," the ghost explained, quickly providing a report before telekinically hurling a giant wolf towards a group of enemy mages. "Their dead have risen, spreading chaos among their ranks"
at last. They have reached a point where the dead outnumber the living. If they could just hold on for a few more hours... "Princess?"
"She came from the east and blew a hole in the flank of the army."
"It's time," Hagen whispered. "The stage is set."
"But the chief is still busy dealing with Medelot."
He'll be fine. Hagen looked at the sky, trying to find Walter in the smoke.
Instead, he watched the sun set on them.
No. Not the sun. A huge shining sword.
Republicans are not retreating to regroup. They fled in utter fear.
"Oh my God..." Mrs. Salt whispered after seeing this terrible scene, unable to finish her words.
"Hidden!" Hagen shouted, but it was too late.
Suter's greatsword struck Lenis in the center of her body, exploding it into a blaze of flames.
First, an earthquake shook the entire city, followed by explosions that leveled it. A huge plume of flames, debris, ash, and pyroclastic smoke spread around the point of impact, vaporizing all nearby buildings; it then spread further, destroying homes, incinerating monsters, shattering windows, and even destroying cities of exterior walls. Tons of dust and debris erupted into the atmosphere, like a volcano erupting in the middle of a city.
Although far from Ground Zero, Hagen and his companions were hit head-on by the pyroclastic cloud's deluge. The undead were transformed into ashen statues, Lady Thrall's worms and their enemies were blown away like straw, and the Dulahan was flung backward and crashed into a pile of burning corpses.
The attack cut the city in half, with a wall of flames separating the two sides.
Slowly, Calamity Su
t
He raised his sword and prepared for a second attack. It will destroy the city and wipe out any survivors.
"World destruction!"
A huge thunderbolt struck the arm of the Almighty God of Disaster, causing his sword to deflect.
A rift in space opened, a portal different from that created by the convergence; a rainbow bridge that dispersed the smoke and illuminated the darkness. A detachment of cavalry galloped above, aiming to challenge Sartre himself.
A Cyclops rides a many-legged horse, wields a lightning spear, and leads a group of flying shield maidens.
The father of the gods has gone into battle.
"Ghost
i
g!" shouted Hagen, recovering. His armor began to melt, his shield and arms melting together. "Ghost
i
g. "
Nothing at all. Absolutely not. The Dullahans are not even aware of the ghosts wandering the area.
Even ghosts are burned to death.
So can gods. The explosion scorched the right half of Mrs. Seer's body, and Hagen could even see the bones underneath. Her robe was on fire and she was covered in burns. Where before she was a beautiful goddess, now she looks more like an undead than a living being.
fitting.
The Chieftain doesn't do a good job of hiding Regeneration's weakness to fire; it's not an innate ability, but one gained through tattoos and spells. The fire bypassed it, preventing her from fully recovering.
However, the fact that this woman is still breathing is impressive. Beneath her apparent fragility, the priestess is a strong person.
“I feel numb,” Soult admitted, her voice cracking as she exhaled smoke. The flames must have consumed her nerves and lungs.
"Can you walk?" Hagen asked. He couldn't touch her or the molten steel would splash on her.
"I've been through worse," she whispered, trying to stand. Although she needs a flying spell to help her. She glanced at the sky, only one eye still working.
The Lord of Ethil and his army attempted to drive Surtur back from the gate, but he caused some of the Valkyries to spontaneously combust simply by getting too close.
"Odin...he can't win," Surt whispered. "Surt is the most powerful god of disaster. He is destined to kill Esir, set the World Tree on fire, and then be destroyed in his own flames. .Why? Why is the All-Father here?”
Hagen didn't care at all. With the damage done and more fire giants coming, survival is his top priority. "Do you still have SP?"
"Very few," she admitted.
"Then escape via the teleporter and evacuate," Hagen ordered, knowing her importance. He cared little for the priestess, Walter did; good for herself and for the elixir in her veins.
"What about you?" the priestess asked with a frown.
Oh, she cares. "I'm going to gather as many of our own people as I can and rejoin you," Dullahan said. "But if we don't show up within 15 minutes, we're presumed dead."
"But—"
"Run," Hagen ordered. "The city has been lost."
"Where?!" she asked angrily. "The world is burning!"
"Do you have confidence in him?"
These words silenced the priestess, and she was speechless. Without waiting for an answer, Hagen called his ghostly mount to him and ran north, where Percy and the other immortals had been last time. The priestess gave him one last look before flying off in another direction, trusting Walter's plan.
Hagen rushed over as fast as he could, with Fianna and the fire giant chasing him on foot. They identified him as a key target, the commander of the garrison; they would not rest until he was crushed. But the Dullahan might be faster than them. He is good at escaping.
But then another familiar group blocked his way through the flames.
"betray……"
Hagen stopped, and a mad prince foamed at him like a mad dog.
"Looking for them?" Morgan Sieglinde took the charred lifeless heads of Percy and Robin in his hands.
Ryoma's sword was still stained with their blood. Apparently, the sacred weapon, empowered by Hel's evil magic, even bypasses the immortality and rebirth granted by Walter's elixir. The swordsman glared at Dullahan with full hatred, obviously trying to intimidate him.
"Hey, it's a little porter," Hagen scoffed, disapprovingly, at his former victim.
"You..." the swordsman hissed, raising his sword, and the possessed Arthur simply charged at Hagen like a wild boar. Only the archers were absent from the gathering, perhaps seeking a position best suited to snipe the Dullahan.
"It's over," little Morgan said, throwing the two heads aside and sending Helheim's evil energy away with his fingertips. "You undead, it's time to go back to your graves"
"As you wish?" Hagen replied, sizing up his chances. Dead heroes on the front lines; Fianna on the back. In both cases there were no reinforcements.
He was desperate.
This is the fate that awaits gangsters like Hagen; you resist the law, and the enforcers corner you. It does not matter whether the law is sacred or deadly. But he can still run. Make a last ditch effort to break through the encirclement.
…
No.
The next target is Walter. Hagen knew of the plan, but his troops needed more time to complete it. If he died now, the fate that awaited him would be horrific, but the alternative was even worse.
This is the most pragmatic decision. If he escapes and Walter dies, it will be the end of the world and all Hagen's efforts will be in vain. If Walter survives, he will find a way to bring Dullahan back. Necromancers always have a way.
The woman thought Hagen was an atheist...but he was not an atheist.
"I have no regrets, Walter," Hagen said. "marvelous."
He raised his mace and ordered his horses to charge, and the Heroes of Death and Fianna converged on him like a pack of wolves united against a bear.
"I had a lot of fun."
As Satyr's sword struck Leonis and split him in half, the hole collapsed around the buried city.
When Ty regained consciousness and composure, he was lying face down in Nastrom's square; his body was riddled with holes and open wounds. Tons of rocks fell on the streets, smashing ancient buildings and snake statues. The fires of Surt had begun to spread towards it, although the mists of Helheim slowly extinguished them.
Lynorm Demilich died at Ty's side, forever. Its charred bones were blackened by flames and ash. Even dragons cannot survive the wrath of Surt the Destroyer.
At least the cathedral is still standing, its ancient parapets protecting it from destruction.
But so is Metro.
The death knight was half-rotten and limping, but he still climbed the cathedral stairs with ferocious determination; the blow dispelled all magical protection from him, shattered his armor, and restored him to normal body shape. He is just a skeleton that refuses to fall.
Anyone else would have been paralyzed by the injury, but the fire of revenge still burned within him. His desire to destroy everything keeps him going, and now he's just steps away from victory.
Ty quickly stood up and rushed towards his former friend, trying to shake Sticks off.
Instead, his magic disappeared.
Not enough SP.
Not now! He doesn't even have any money left in his belongings!
With no other choice, and despite his disdain for rough physical contact, Tye embraced the last resort at his disposal: his body. The same instinct that led him to consume Bailey and countless other, reptilian brains asserting its dominance.
He would kill Medelot the old fashioned way. The way of the dragon.
Eat him whole, feet first!
Tai let out a reptilian roar, opened his mouth, stretched out his hands, and charged towards the death knight. Medolot glanced back, his empty eyes filled with hatred and fear. He knew he had walked into a dragon's lair, and now the beast was awake.
The knight tried to speed up, but the necromancer was faster. Soon, Tai's hands were ready to seize his enemy and slam his face into the stairs.
Just a black arrow hit the stone on the Necromancer's forehead. The pellet pierced the gem, shattering it, and then pierced Tai's skull.
Huge damage!
Tai let out a wail of agony, and the stone exploded into a flurry of miasma and screaming souls. The arrow tip pierced his brain and soul, and the hideous faces that made up his body howled like an orchestra.
Possessed Take
u stood above the cathedral, raising his bow.
"remote"
Without a word or mercy, the puppet fired a second bullet at the Necromancer, severing his left hand and interrupting his spell. If he could throw it with his depleted reserves. The Death Knight took advantage of this reprieve, turning his back on Tai and continuing his ascent.
WARNING! IMPORTANT HEALTH! WARNING! WARNING!
The necromancer hissed, enduring the pain. The souls that made up his shell began to leave him like exorcized ghosts, the tainted sacred weapons destroying them completely.
"You've lost your protection, dear."
She stood far outside his assumed range, how long had she been waiting for this moment?
She emerged from the fog surrounding Nastrang with a cheerful smile on her face. Her eyes sparkled with terrible passion and joy; a ferocious beast had finally driven its prey into its lair.
Medelot entered the cathedral and ended it all.
"I win," he whispered.
Anne, safe in the gray ruins of Broxhammed Forest, watched the terrible battle from afar.
Leonis was flattened and covered in fire by bombing and Sartre's attacks. The cracks continued to grow, and lava and molten steel poured down like a flood. The sky was filled with smoke and she couldn't see what was happening on the ground.
Lord Odin himself appears on the battlefield and fights off Calamity Su from the rift
t
, his lightning spear
g
i
With the flaming sword Laevatei
collision. But the flames consumed the Asgardian lord, threatening to burn him to death.
This...this is the end. All is lost.
She still has one more card to play. This is her last choice.
The witch held her breath, picked up the box entrusted to her by her mentor, and opened it.
Darkness spread, swallowing everything.
