Amidst the storm in the gray skies, a flickering fla weaved left and right, dodging wind projectiles with gritted teeth.
nas prioritized dodging the wind tornadoes, as being caught up in one ant death.
He also tried firing back here and there.
However, the rain reduced the effectiveness of his attacks by around fifteen percent, rendering his fireballs and fla tornadoes unable to stand up to the might of the wind tornadoes and projectiles.
Nonetheless, spending his mana at least allowed him to knock them off-course.
nas flapped his vermillion wings desperately, soaring high one mont and dipping low the next.
Unfortunately, despite his efforts, wind cutters and wind cannons occasionally struck him, causing scorching red blood to splatter out of the wounds, his consciousness slowly fading.
The raindrops against his body also felt slightly unpleasant, a discomfort tied to his nature as a fire dragon.
Shye watched everything with gritted teeth and clenched fists.
'Why did I let it escalate this far? I could've stopped it earlier!' he thought, filled with regret at the possibility of losing nas.
If that happened, he wouldn't just lose the strongest fighter in his dragon army—he would gain almost nothing in return, with only a few wind dragons left.
Even if he managed to ta them all, they could never replace nas, who had just proven his unmatched might to his master.
Shye could only hope that the windstorm would end soon.
If his elder fire dragon is still alive by then, he would quickly step in and save him.
It didn't take long for Shye to get his wish, as just a few more seconds later, Zephyrus stopped roaring, and the silver magic circles around him slowly dispersed.
[Wrath of the Wind God Lv.3 (Legendary)], had exhausted around sixty percent of the Wind Dragon's mana.
Soon, the skies cleared, revealing a vermillion figure.
As the sun peeked through the slowly dispersing gray clouds, the once small, flickering fla burned brighter and brighter.
There flew nas, the elder dragon of flas.
His draconian body was ravaged by grievous wounds, leaving him seemingly clinging to life by a thread.
Yet, the crazy smile on his face remained steadfast, despite shattered pieces of his rugged vermillion scales falling off.
Shye, however, did not dare appreciate the glorious scene of his tad monster literally weathering a horrifying storm.
He quickly sprang into action and used [Flight], swiftly moving to stand in front of nas.
The elder dragon naturally sensed his master's approach.
"Master!" He roared, slightly furious. "You promised!"
Shye frowned.
However, he continued his swift ascent, not daring to stop as it might an the death of his strongest dragon.
He refused to let the opportunity granted by the gods and goddesses go to waste.
"I promised I wouldn't intervene in you killing them, but I never promised that I wouldn't step in if it seed like you would lose." He sternly replied.
Unfortunately, soone like nas would never appreciate being saved by his master; he would much rather die in battle.
"SHYE CROWLEY!!" the elder fla dragon roared, his voice reverberating with fury and defiance, even startling the Wind Dragon Emperor. "If you dare intervene, I swear to snuff out my own life, even if you manage to save . I will either return to your side and follow you until your final breath as an emperor or die trying to beco one myself. Don't you dare interrupt my ascent... Puhaahk!!"
The long, furious reply drained nas, who was barely holding on, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
The frown on Shye's face deepened.
nas always ant what he said, and Shye knew that even if he tried to save his ta, it would be pointless— the unappreciative bastard would simply take his own life.
Still, though Shye found it difficult to relate to the absurd pride inherent in dragons, he could sowhat understand nas' unwavering resolve.
After all, he, too, had shown that sa level of resolve when he carried his sick little sister on his back, searching for a mythical hermit in the beginner adventurer zone, uncertain whether the hermit truly existed.
It was just that their goals differed.
nas would rather die than be stuck as an elder dragon for life, just as he would rather die than let his little sister perish without trying to save her.
Realizing it was futile to convince the elder fire dragon, Shye descended, clicking his tongue:
"Tch, you dumb dragon…I still need you to lead my army, so you better return alive."
Due to the situation, this was the only help Shye could offer his ta: motivation.
Unbeknownst to him, his words had just secured the loyalty of the most troubleso dragon to ever live, igniting nas' passionate heart.
"Hahaha! Very well, master. Since you're holding up your end of the deal, I'll do the sa. Just watch till the end, bear witness to my resolve!" the elder fire dragon laughed.
Zephyrus hadn't personally faced a challenger in a long ti.
Now, with a significant portion of his army lost, the emperor felt utterly drained.
All he wanted was for all of this to co to an end.
"I've had enough of your nonsense, fire dragon. This ends now!" Zephyrus roared as a massive magic circle materialized above him, enveloping his body in whirling wind cutters.
He then charged at his barely surviving opponent without hesitation.
Unwilling to be outdone, nas flew shakily, his entire body covered in flas.
Shye frowned at the sight.
From the looks of it, his tad beast was on the verge of defeat, the flickering fire surrounding its body growing weaker and more unstable by the second.
nas seed resolute, intent on going down in a blaze of literal flas.
anwhile, Zephyrus shalessly felt proud of his impending triumph, believing that after this final clash, he would've successfully defended his throne once more from the toughest of challengers, unconsciously acknowledging the elder fire dragon before him.
Though unstable, nas charged forward with ferocious intensity, the flas within him roaring fiercely, perhaps for the final ti.
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