For a moment, Alister’s dragons froze. They, who had always given off an aura of dominance and strength, seemed to hesitate, their eyes darting toward their lord. It was clear to all that this was something unexpected.
In all their time serving Alister, never had they heard him speak in such a tone-so devoid of patience, so cold, so utterly commanding. His words carried a weight that even they, beings of incredible power, felt resonate deep within their cores.
But their pause was only momentary.
The next instant…
ROOOAAARR!
A deafening roar erupted, not from one, but from all of Alister’s dragons. The combined force of their voices echoed through the battlefield, the shockwaves so powerful they tore through the air like a tempest.
The humans, overwhelmed by the raw energy of the dragons’ unified roar, were driven to their knees. The sheer force of it was overwhelming; all clutching at their ears as the ground trembled beneath them.
It was clear why.
The dragons, for all their power and might, were creatures of pride, and hearing their lord give such an order filled them with a fierce, unyielding sense of purpose.
This was their purpose, their calling… to enforce his will.
In the distance, back with Quinton and Vira, the ground trembled beneath their feet, followed by the deafening roar that shook the very air. It was a sound of pure destruction, primal and unstoppable.
Quinton’s gaze hardened.
“That’s it,” he murmured. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at Vira, who was already looking at him, her face etched with concern.
“It’s about to go down…”
“…If we don’t hurry, there won’t be anyone left to save.”
Before Vira could even say anything, Quinton raised his hand, his fingers curling into a fist.
The mana around him began to pulse as he activated his abilities.
“Gear Shift.”
“Gear Enhancement.”
In an instant, the hover bike beneath them was glowing with a brilliant gradient of blue. The hum of its engines deepened as they surged with power, and in the blink of an eye, the bike’s speed increased exponentially.
It shot forward, faster than the eye could follow, its motion leaving a trail of shimmering light in the air behind them.
“Hold on,” Quinton said. Vira nodded without a word, her breath caught in her throat as the wind whipped through her hair.
They raced toward the chaos, the roars of dragons echoing in the distance.
….
Back with the dragons
The battle… No, the massacre that would occur that night would be nothing short of terrifying, an experience that would haunt the memories of those few unfortunate enough to survive.
If they were any survivors that is…
As the wyverns and dragons descended upon the guild members, chaos erupted.
BAM!
The ground quaked as Cinder landed, her colossal body striking the earth like a meteor. Flames burst from her maw in an explosion of raw heat, igniting everything around her. The moment her claws touched the ground, the very soil beneath her began to smolder, sending tendrils of fire in all directions.
“Burn, humans, BURN!” Cinder hissed as her flames lashed out, reducing anything in their path to smoldering ruins. The humans closest to her screamed. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
“AHHHH! RUN!” a panicked voice cried out as the flames crept forward, consuming everything in their path.
ROOOAAARR!
Cinder roared in fury, her flames surged forward, scorching everything they touched. Humans shrieked in agony as their skin sizzled, their armor evaporating in a sea of fire. One man’s desperate cry echoed in the chaos…
“WE’RE DOOMED! RUN-AAAHHHH!” His voice was cut off as the flames engulfed him, reducing him to a blackened husk in an instant. The inferno seemed endless, a wall of fire that swept through the battlefield, leaving nothing but ash in its wake.
Meanwhile, the poison wyverns wasted no time, opening their mouths wide and unleashing streams of toxic, corrosive breath.
The air turned thick with the scent of burning metal and flesh as their breath melted everything it touched. The ground itself bubbled and hissed, turning into a mass of steaming sludge under the wyverns’ attacks.
“AHHHH! NO—!” one of the guild members screamed, his voice suddenly cut off as his body crumpled, flesh burning and melting as he attempted to flee, only for the very ground beneath him to turn to liquid.
The stench of decay filled the air as more humans were overwhelmed by the poisonous vapor, their screams of agony mixing with the harsh crackling sound of burning bone and steel. The ground beneath them practically liquefied, unable to withstand the corrosion of the poison breath.
Beside them, the steel wyverns fired steel spikes from their bodies like crossbows.
A sickening SPLUT as one of the guild members was impaled through the chest, his body pinned to the ground in a spray of blood. The others tried to dodge, but the wyverns were too much, and the sharp, gleaming spikes that rained down on them were far too many to counter, dropping humans with each volley.
“GET DOWN!” Caldris shouted, his voice cracking as he waved his arms in futile desperation. The steel spikes continued to rain down, tearing through the air and skewering the unlucky few who were too slow.
Meanwhile, the bone wyverns arrived, their bodies trailing a thin mist. They exhaled all together, their breaths spitting out the unholy fire… soul fire.
The flames remained down across the battlefield, scorching everything they touched. Flesh blackened and shriveled as the bone wyverns’ breath scoured the land, reducing survivors to
ash in mere moments.
“Soul fire…” one of the guild members whispered in shock, his eyes wide with fear as the flames approached. “No… not this… not like this!”
The fire touched him, and with a final scream of desperation, his body turned to ash, his cries lost in the wind as if they never existed.
Draven, his body crackling with purple lightning, shot forward like a streak of light. His tail swung in a deadly arc, a massive, lightning-charged sword at the tip.
With a single swipe, it cleaved through the humans with ease. The sharp crack of thunder
followed the sweep of his tail, sending other guild members flying through the air, their bodies lifeless before they even hit the ground.
“Is that all?” Draven snarled, his voice sounding deeper, distorted by the crackling static of
the lightning around him.
“Pathetic.”
Terra, already on the ground, walked forward slowly, her body covered in a swirling sandstorm, obscuring her body completely. The only thing that could be seen in the storm
were her glowing blue eyes.
Suddenly…
Massive walls of jagged stone rose from the ground, trapping groups of guild members in a sand cage. With a stomp of her feet, she sent towering spikes of sand shooting from the earth, impaling anyone unlucky enough to be near them. The sharp, grating sound of stone scraping against the earth filled the air as she reshaped the battlefield, her sand flowing like a river that crushed anything in its path.
“Crush them!” Terra commanded, her voice filled with primal wrath. “Feel the weight of the
earth!”
The humans tried to run, but the walls of stone closed in on them. There was no escape.
Alister, observing the destruction from above, stood motionless, his gaze cold as the carnage unfolded before him.
His eyes flashed briefly as he felt his generals and wyverns acting out his order. He could hear the cries of pain, the frantic screams, but he felt no remorse.
This was how it had to be.
For he was the Overlord of Dragons… And such scenes like this certainly awaited him in the
future.