Chapter 335: Collision
The Magical Fission-powered Fire Breath erupted like a storm unleashed from hell, a blinding blue flame column surging skyward. The outer flame burned a terrifying cobalt blue, while the inner core blazed with a searing, dazzling white. Wherever it passed, the air warped under its unbearable heat—time itself seemed to twist within the suffocating intensity of the inferno.
In stark contrast, the Silver Dragon’s breath was a fusion of Ice, Hurricane, and Luminous magic, woven together into a single, radiant beam of divine power. A pure, immaculate white breath descended from the heavens—like a direct punishment from Bahamut himself.
The two breaths, separated by over a kilometer, surged toward each other at terrifying speed, on the brink of collision.
The wasteland fell silent for a breathless moment—stunned into stillness by the sheer magnitude of the magical cataclysm approaching. Then, the two opposing forces finally met.
A cataclysmic Magical Explosion erupted, unleashing a colossal mushroom cloud high above the battlefield. Light tore through the smoke, blindingly bright—so intense it illuminated the entire sky, as if a second sun had risen.
The brilliance was unbearable. No one could bear to look directly at it.
"Boom——"
The roar shook Anzeta to its core, ringing in ears, inducing nausea, even dizziness among the onlookers. As the light spread, a massive energy wave radiated outward from the explosion’s heart—a silent, invisible tsunami racing across the land at impossible speed. It left nothing but devastation in its wake.
"Shwoosh——"
The command tents, mere seconds ago standing firm, were instantly obliterated, reduced to splinters and rubble. Trees were uprooted, limbs torn away, flying through the air like shrapnel. Soil and stone erupted into the sky, swirling into massive dust storms and debris whirlwinds.
Had the armies of both sides not withdrawn several li away, they would have been annihilated—completely erased by the sheer force of the blast.
At least a dozen curious onlookers, too eager to witness the spectacle, were swallowed whole by the aftermath.
“Help—!”
“Gods above, is this divine punishment?!”
“Get down! Everyone, get down! Don’t move near it!”
Yet even with warnings, the force of the wave was too great. Many were knocked off their feet, hurled through the air. Even those who stood were barely able to maintain balance—clutching onto anything solid, anything they could hold onto, desperate for stability.
Leo Bosk, shielded by his elite guard, lay crouched behind a small hill, his posture awkward and disheveled as he stared up at the sky, watching the magical apocalypse unfold.
“See?” the low voice echoed once more.
“Those breaths can destroy everything you hold dear.”
Hatred burned deeper in his eyes. His lips moved silently, whispering over and over:
“Monsters… these threats to the Duchy… must be utterly Eliminated! Kill them all!”
Unaware, a twisted vortex flickered within his pupils.
After the first explosive clash, the counter-force between Oszedro’s “Bahamut’s Breath” and Kai Xiusu’s “Primordial Breath” did not cease—but slowly settled into a tense stalemate.
The scorching Cobalt-White flame clashed violently with the icy, luminous, hurricane-laced energy in midair. Fire, weakened by the relentless cold, began to waver and fade. Ice, scorched by the inferno, hissed and melted. Freezing, melting, evaporation—each phase occurred in rapid succession, generating thick, rolling white fog.
They melted into one another, yet resisted fiercely. Above the wasteland, a spectacle of raw elemental chaos unfolded.
The air around them became a maelstrom—gales spiraling at dizzying speeds, forming whirlwinds that tore through the landscape. Temperatures fluctuated wildly, shifting from freezing cold to blistering heat. The earth alternated between ice-coated surfaces and steaming, evaporating soil.
To the watching creatures, the Silver Dragon and the Red Dragon stood locked in opposition—left and right, high above and grounded—facing each other with breaths of devastating power, neither willing to yield an inch.
Olivia and Christina were thrown apart by the shockwave, both violently hurled into the air and crashing into the side of a massive ice mountain. One blue, one silver—two young female dragons, now tangled together in midair.
“No—Grandfather!”
“Stop! I’m still alive!”
Olivia tore herself free from the Blue Dragon’s grip, flapping her wings desperately, trying to regain altitude.
But Christina gripped the Silver Dragon’s hind leg, screaming, “You treacherous Silver Dragon! I won’t let you interfere with this sacred duel!”
Repeatedly blocked, Olivia’s fury boiled over. She raised a claw, summoning a force field sphere the size of a human head, and slammed it into the Blue Dragon, sending it crashing back to the ground.
“Get out of my way! I’m trying to save Kai Xiusu!”
“That’s the strength of King Bahamut! Do you want him dead?!”
Dodging through the raging storm and torrential energy flows, Olivia soared into the sky, amplifying her voice with a Sound Amplification Spell.
“Grandfather! Stop! I’m not dead! I wasn’t eaten! Kai Xiusu isn’t some irredeemable villain!”
At last, Oszedro—the Ice Dragon, mid-breath—caught sight of Olivia. His rage faltered, a flicker of hesitation breaking through the fury.
But even Oszedro could not fully control “Bahamut’s Breath.”
It carried a fragment of the Divine Power of the Lord of the Northern Wind. Once unleashed, it could not be stopped—only extinguished when all evil was utterly destroyed.
And worse—Kai Xiusu’s Red Dragon continued its relentless assault. If Oszedro stopped now, he would be exposed to the full fury of the Primordial Breath. The cost? Too great to bear.
“Stop, Grandfather!” Olivia pleaded, her voice desperate.
But against the apocalyptic power of both dragons, her twelve-meter-long silver form seemed so small—so fragile.
The clash continued. The two immense, essence-rich forces collided again and again, endlessly reshaping the very landscape of the wasteland.
Leonard, the current head of the Mervold Clan—a mature, powerful male Silver Dragon—gazed up at the young Silver Dragon in the sky, his voice thundering across the field.
“Olivia! Come back! This is not your battle!”
He looked at the wounded Oszedro, then at the Red Dragon in the distance, wreathed in fire, pouring every ounce of its being into its breath. His vertical pupils narrowed with resolve.
“People of the Clan! The evil dragon is now unable to move!”
“But the Tradition…” murmured a Silver Dragon in the Horde, hesitant.
Leonard’s voice grew urgent. “Oszedro is the Guardian of Melward! He does not err! We must help him! Justice and Order will prevail!”
His words rallied the others. Behind him, the Silver Dragons unfurled their wings and took flight.
For Silver Dragons, known for their adaptability, overwhelming numbers were never a disgrace. As natural enemies of the Red Dragon—brutal, solitary creatures—they often relied on summoning allies to overcome their foes.
But this time, their opponent was not alone.
“Traitorous Silver Dragons!”
“Step one foot closer to the throne, and you defy the Great Dragon Tradition!”
Christina roared, leading twelve Blue Dragon Guards into the fray.
The Faria House Blue Dragons unleashed bolts of lightning, clashing with the incoming Silver Dragons. Two long-hostile dragon clans collided once more—fierce, relentless, locked in combat.
“I am the Master’s most loyal servant!”
Tinia shrieked, her voice sharp as steel. The ancient white dragon, nearly twenty meters long, surged into the chaos, slamming a fully grown Silver Dragon beneath her massive body.
(End of Chapter)
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