Without waiting for the others, Logan began forming a portal to Rubina's side. He glanced back to see who would follow and noted that only Selvora and Queen Virexa—with her four guards—had the strength to join him.
"Silis, keep everyone safe. Myriad, I hope you can stay long enough for everyone to retreat. I need to help out at another location."
Ren and Yui looked like they wanted to co as well, but when Logan turned toward Lisa, they understood what he ant.
She was busy tending to the wounded—and there were far too many to leave them without support.
[Sorry, Logan. I need to help…]
Her voice echoed through the Empathic Link, laced with reluctant guilt.
[Don't worry. I'll finish whatever's happening over there. I bet Scorch is already doing most of the work—and all I'll need to do is pet him.]
Logan's joke made her chuckle softly, but he couldn't linger.
He waited as his two new monarchs entered. Selvora, queen of the Luphirians, howled as eight of her kin stepped through behind her. Virexa, however, was already gone—she had flown ahead and was likely already engaged in combat.
Logan was the last to step through the portal, which closed behind him as he took in the scene before him—and nearly dropped his jaw at the sight.
The volcano was half-destroyed, and what looked like a colossal magma golem was locked in battle with his hydra. Scorch, anwhile, was mopping up remaining demons to keep them from interfering. The others were assisting on both sides, yet despite their efforts, a standstill had ford.
The nearly thirty-ter-tall golem was at least four tis the size of his dragon, making it difficult for her to fight effectively—especially while sharing the sa elental affinity.
[Say, Silvia… I think we'll need your weapon here. I don't think any of my skills are strong enough to damage that creature,] Logan said, calling out to the girl through the communication crystal.
[I know, I'm moving it myself—it's just taking so long since it's not a creature or person... give a few more minutes.]
Logan didn't want to rush her further. Instead, he looked to the left, where Cinder was still engaged with the magma creatures. Yet there was a glimr of hope—a smaller figure compared to the others. He noticed she was doing sothing strange.
[Luna? What are you doing?]
The dium-sized fox—slightly larger than a wolf—was channeling energy through each of her nine tails. They floated behind her as if suspended by magic, each one stretching nearly two ters in length.
[Channeling energy. Waiting for Cinder to weaken the moving rock.]
The lunar fox seed to be using all her willpower to contain the energy. Logan turned to Cinder, who had just slamd the massive golem into the volcano again with a sweep of its tail. The creature fell, but a new limb grew instantly, anchoring it in place before the old one crumbled away.
Logan knew he couldn't deal much damage himself—but he could at least help extend his fox's influence across the battlefield.
He glanced at his skill list and quickly adjusted the necessary links. Then he activated Aurora Shroud.
The battlefield began to grow colder.
His hands, pressed against the ground, felt like they might freeze and fall off if he stayed like this much longer. But he didn't stop. He only raised his fingers slightly—just enough to continue channeling without touching the ice directly.
He then felt a pulse of cold radiate from behind him. Luna, having finished her preparations, called out to Cinder.
[I am ready. Let hit it now.]
Cinder flapped her wings and pulled herself away at top speed. As for the floor beneath Logan—it began to erupt with towering spikes of ice, massive enough to resemble trees. The advancing frost surged forward so quickly it was nearly impossible to outrun.
[At least warn , Luna. I would've been a popsicle if I didn't have your shield skill.]
Logan layered himself with another Cryo Shield, protecting against the freezing gusts. Then, casting Angelic Wings, he rose into the air, using his Wind Domain to boost his speed and escape the spreading frost.
Just high enough to strike from above, he spotted the golem attempting to shift its bulky fra toward Luna, who was already halfway through freezing the volcano—effectively weakening the creature's ability to generate flas.
Logan added to the onslaught with Frozen Echo. The skill required a sound source—and what better way to trigger it than with wind magic? The swirling gusts created the perfect resonance, amplifying the freezing effects and deepening the layer of frost across the battlefield.
[I guess Wyver's going to have a hard ti once you get your next tail, huh, Luna.]
Logan glanced at the fox. She was heaving for breath, too focused on maintaining her spell's duration and trajectory to answer.
But she didn't need to. The battlefield was already set for her next move.
Though she had used much of her energy, three tails still glowed with stored power—more than enough to create Ice Shard after Ice Shard. Each one launched like a missile, impaling the weakened demon. Its molten body began to shrink as the magma it bled froze on contact.
"Damn, you're brutal. How about letting ta it if there's any chance? Imagine stealing three of the demons' greatest creatures... haha."
Logan was just about to join in with a few more Ice Shards when the magma golem could no longer hold itself together.
But instead of just dying off, it exploded—forcing Logan to pull back even farther. The frozen earth and air abruptly shifted, growing warm again. Only this ti, the heat was stronger, and more focused. The creature seed to be absorbing energy from the volcano itself—or perhaps the fire spirit within had awakened.
"Luna, I hope you've got a hidden card left... because that thing's about to regenerate."
[Don't… have.]
Luna's voice was weak, barely holding on. Her ragged breaths made it clear—she was running on fus. Still, she had already done more than enough.
From the communication device in Logan's earring, a burst of static cleared montarily, just long enough for one word to break through:
"Up!"
Logan reacted instantly. He pulled back even farther, darted to Luna's side, and practically dragged her with him to safety.
What happened next was sothing this world likely wasn't ready for.
A powerful beam struck the golem dead-center in its chest. The massive creature didn't even have ti to react. The blast was so devastating, so absolute, that it didn't get the chance to recover or retaliate. It simply stopped functioning—its master was close to dying.
As for the rest of the fire-kin, they began to crumble into embers. The magma-based creature—once towering and fierce—started to collapse, lting back into the lava pit that had ford near the fractured wall of the volcano.
Logan waited for the next shot to strike—but before it could, sothing leapt from within the volcano. Small bursts of fla began erupting from the area where the magma golem had been destroyed.
At first, Logan didn't know what he was seeing—until the tiny flas started drifting toward the fallen firekin, the ones that had turned to embers. They were trying to help.
Then, a voice echoed in his mind.
[Co, hero of taming. I know you need help with the demons, and these will do perfectly. I've been weakened—having given so much of my power to a hero who turned out useless. But I can help you if you ta the leader of these children.]
The voice sounded feminine—gentle yet proud. He didn't see her, not directly, but he could feel the shape of her will. It wasn't anything near the presence of Velmora, but it held a purpose.
[You dare look at with pity? If only you hadn't taken my protector, I wouldn't have lost so many of my spirits. Do you know how many tis those cursed demons ca to pester ? …Now co. I'll be taking the spirit kin as thanks for helping you with their leader. And of course, give him your Monarch Blessing.]
A small ember, no larger than a baseball, drifted toward Logan. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat, before calling to him—guiding him to the heart of the fallen golem.
With a sudden flare, the ember blasted into the center of the scorched battlefield, parting the remnants of the volcanic husk and exposing a flickering fla barely clinging to life.
[Get up. I won't let you die off like that, you hear ?]
Logan could've sworn he heard the sound of slapping, though there was no way fire could slap fire, right?
Monts later, the fla he assud was the Spirit of Fire tossed a small ember his way.
He didn't touch it.
Instead, he already had blood prepared and carefully let a few drops fall onto the ember.
He wasn't sure it would work… but the blood quickly crystallized within the fla's core. The reaction was imdiate—the creature accepted the taming without resistance.
[See? I made it easy. Now give it the blessing so I can have new workers! I need soone to repair my house!]
The bossy spirit didn't let him off the hook.
Logan sighed—it wasn't like he minded giving the Monarch Blessing, but the problem was touching the beast. Placing his hand on it felt like pressing his fingers against a hot stove.
"Hope you're happy now," Logan muttered, clicking his tongue.
As for the small fla beside him—it began to grow, shifting and flaring upward as if the blessing had sparked sothing deeper within.
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