Ignis lifted her chin just slightly with an indifferent expression.
Then she stepped forward.
Bones shifted, fire rolled beneath flesh, and a pulse of draconic mana erupted like a dormant sun awakening. Her form expanded as scales burst outward. Wings unfolded with a thunderous drag of displaced air, each mbrane burning with solar fire, casting long and twisting shadows across the molten terrain.
When the transformation settled, Ignis’ dragon body towered above the battlefield—ten ters tall, thirty ters long, wings stretching nearly fifty ters wide. Her body radiated heat not like fire, but like the heart of a living star.
Her scales glead with red-orange luster, each one shaped like a refined weapon and then...
She activated the true skill of the (Sunblood Armor) skill.
The scales ignited.
The fiery glow condensed, weaving into seamless layered plates thicker and more radiant than any forged tal, turning her into a living war engine of solar fla and ancient draconic might.
Watching from a distance, Elara tagged at Jas’ coat excitedly. "Brother! Look! Sister Ignis beca a huge dragon!"
Jas chuckled and patted her head. "I know."
The earth trembled from Ignis’ first step.
Lilith’s tails flared in response.
And then they disappeared at the sa ti.
The clash wasn’t heard at first, it was felt instead. Pressure rippled before the sound arrived, like thunder arriving after lightning.
Lilith’s whip materialized mid-strike. It was a long, coiling serpent of concentrated fla with sharp fractal edges, crackling with spatial tearing distortion.
At her sides, four clones flickered into existence with each one mirroring a different intensity of fla and aura: 10%, 20%, 30%, 40% of her power. They moved independently, instincts perfectly synchronized, forming a shifting encirclent around Ignis.
Ignis responded without hesitation. She swept her wing outward in a brutal arc, not ant to dodge but to punish those in the surroundings as she used her (Hellstorm Wingbeat) skill.
The air didn’t simply move... it was combusted.
Shockwaves layered with fire struck outward in a spiraling do, and the clones reacted instantly.
The weakest vanished first, disintegrating in a howl of scattered fla. The second was flung backward, tumbling across the fractured ground. The third and fourth tensed, anchoring themselves with claw and fla.
Lilith herself didn’t retreat, she advanced instead, using her clones as montum and slashing forward in a cross pattern strike aid at Ignis’ throat and joint junctions as they were the weak points of large-bodied beasts.
Ignis’ head lowered, eyes glowing with molten focus. She didn’t block as she decided to counter instead.
Fire surged to her chest, condensed, and then erupted forward in a spear of destruction as she used her (Vermillion Lance) skill.
A crimson-orange beam tore across the battlefield like a falling cot, vaporizing stone and lting terrain into rivers of glass.
Lilith whipped her fla weapon around her body and moved as fluid as water. She redirected the brunt of the lance, but not fully as the shockwave still sent her sliding backward with her claws digging the ground to stabilize her stance.
The battlefield shook. Heat and demonic fla collided in sparks and rupturing bursts.
Lilith lunged again, this ti moving faster as her tails weaving like predicting the fight in real ti. The clones surged from side angles with one going high, one cutting low, one aiming for a gap beneath Ignis’ armor plating.
Ignis twisted sharply, an impossible motion for a creature her size, and yet dragons were not beasts bound by human biochanics.
She countered with a movent born from purely her instinct. Her massive claw slamd down, the force alone shattered one clone, scattering magenta fla across the molten earth.
Lilith closed distance again.
Ignis’ teeth glowed with searing fla as her throat expanded with brewing power while she was using her (Cataclysmic Inferno Breath) skill.
Lilith recognized it instantly, that wasn’t a normal fla breath. It was annihilation condensed into a single exhale.
She vanished backward as Ignis’ chest expanded... And the roar ca first. A thunderous vibration that rattled the battlefield.
Then, a torrent of fla exploded outward in a colossal cascade, washing across the landscape like the horizon itself had caught fire.
One clone attempted to block, layering fla into a barrier, but the beam obliterated it instantly.
Lilith herself narrowly escaped, her fur and armor singing at the edges. Breathing heavily but exhilarated, she licked blood from her lip, eyes burning with a predator’s thrill.
"This... this is what I wanted."
Ignis stared down at her, fire simring beneath every scale.
"You cannot win, I’ve told you."
Before Lilith could respond, Ignis continued. "Not even with her joining hands with you."
Yvonne raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Are you sure?"
"Of course." Ignis chuckled.
"You do realize that I’m stronger than her, right?" Yvonne smiled faintly at Ignis.
Ignis’ dragon face smiled. "Naturally."
"Interesting." Yvonne grinned widely.
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped drastically.
Frost blood across the scorched battlefield, spreading in branching fractal veins through molten stone and still-steaming trenches, freezing fire dust mid-air.
The clash of clashing elents between Ignis’ solar inferno and Yvonne’s ancient frost warped space with violent thermal distortion, the air flickering between heat shimr and crystalline fog.
Ignis’ massive draconic head turned slowly, one molten eye shifting toward Yvonne with asured acknowledgnt.
Before the next heartbeat, she lifted a wing and gestured at Lilith. Ignis’ deep voice rumbled through the ground like an awakening volcano. "Go recover yourself first."
Lilith clenched her jaw but didn’t argue. She reached into her storage ring, retrieving a small obsidian pill etched with runes of demonic life force. The mont she swallowed, magenta veins lit beneath her skin and her aura surged back to its peak as all of her wounds closed, fla refocusing into a denser, sharper form.
Less than a minute passed.
Then Lilith made the first move.
Yvonne watched silently, frost-laden wind swirling around her ankles. There was no hostility in her gaze, only anticipation as if she had already accepted this next phase as inevitable.
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