NOVGO.NET Chapter 484: It was pure, unrestrained annihilation.
Chapter 484: It was pure, unrestrained annihilation.
“T-That… w-wasn’t there before…”
Zhahara pointed his trembling finger at the Mage’s chest.
“Wha—?”
For a moment, the Mage froze in fear. His body still hadn’t calmed down, instincts were still screaming, his face was still pale, the fear he just felt was still vivid in his mind, clear to every last detail—and when Zhahara pointed at him—
That fear returned.
Slowly, he looked down to the area Zhahara was pointing at—
And finally—he saw it.
He saw it.
Just above his heart, a tiny flame flickered on his robe—a flame that felt like it would die any moment now.
And the Mage—
His body finally loosened, all that tense energy leaving him as a wide, carefree grin appeared on his face.
“Why do you look so shaken? You need to be braver than this, Zhahara, else you wouldn’t survive in the ranks.”
He gave another life advice before turning back toward the flames—
“Just this? It’s just a little warm, no big deal. I can just shake it awa—”
Saying those words, the Mage brushed the flame with his hand, and just then, it happened.
FWWWHHHHOOOOOOMMMM
The spark erupted.
The flames exploded across his chest, spreading over his body like wildfire. In an instant, the Mage’s eyes widened in horror.
“AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
He screamed, not out of pain, but sheer terror. He did not understand what just happened, and it scared him.
The fire moved unnaturally. It crawled across his body like it was alive—slithering under his robes, climbing his arms, licking his neck.
Every attempt to smother it only made it worse. His palms struck his chest again and again, but wherever he touched—
The fire bit deeper.
And finally—after fear—came the pain.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! IT WON’T—STOP—!!”
The Mage screamed in agony.
The flames wrapped around his face, his hair ignited, his eyes widened as they reflected the hellish red light.
The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
The fire devoured his robe first, then his skin, then his flesh. His muscles blackened and peeled off in chunks as he clawed desperately at himself, trying to tear the flames away.
His beast, the Luminark, panicked.
“KKKRRRIIIIEEEEEHHHH!!!”
It screeched, thrashing its wings wildly, beating the air to blow the flames away. It turned its head, trying to help its master, trying to pull him free—
But then—
A single spark fell on its wings and—
FWWWHHSSSHHHHH
The fire spread instantly, wrapping around the beast’s white feathers and golden wings.
“KKKRRRIIIIEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
The Luminark screamed in agony as the flames burrowed into its flesh. It twisted, flapping harder and harder, but every movement only made the fire grow stronger.
Zhahara watched everything—frozen in disbelief.
He couldn’t move.
He couldn’t breathe.
He just stared as his fellow mage and his beast were burned alive right before his eyes.
“AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SAVE MEE!!”
Then, finally, the Mage’s scream pulled him out of his reverie.
“Water! WATER ARTIFACT—!”
He activated one of the artifacts he was carrying, summoning a torrent of water that crashed over the burning mage and his beast—
But—
FWWWHHSSSHHHHH
Instead of dying out—
The fire roared.
The moment the water touched it, the flames turned brighter, hotter, more… furious.
“AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
The Mage’s voice tore through the air—one final, unbearable scream that echoed across the battlefield.
And then—
He turned silent.
Even his Luminark—
“KKKRRRIIIIIIIKKK—”
After letting out one final screech, it turned silent, just like its master.
The flames continued to burn.
Zhahara’s water evaporated before it even hit the ground.
The mage and his beast, both engulfed in fire, began to fall. Their bodies—blackened, dried, crumbling—hit the ground together.
The instant they touched the earth—
CRACK
They shattered.
Turning into nothing but ash and charred fragments that scattered into the wind.
Zhahara and the other mages who had survived the onslaught stood there, frozen, the light of the still-burning fire reflecting in his wide, terrified eyes.
He didn’t even notice that his own hands were shaking uncontrollably. His beast too just stayed silent, and the same was true for the rest of the bunch.
Not a word left their mouths, not a breath escaped their chests.
Because in that single moment—
Every soldier, every beast, every mage watching realized it—
What they were facing…
Was no mortal being.
He was something… they had failed to understand—
Something they… should not have offended.
Slowly, Zhahara and the other Sky Soldiers turned to the direction Kael had flown toward and there—
They saw another horrifying sight—
Amidst the floating ash and burning air, Kael hovered beside Igni.
The flames around him no longer raged like they had seen just now. Those ferocious flames now… flowed gently, swirling around him and his Dragon so softly that… the sight looked peaceful.
And within those flames, the father and son looked untouched by the chaos that surrounded them, standing in the middle of a sky that had turned crimson from fire and blood.
Kael’s transformation was complete now. His entire body was covered in fiery red scales that gleamed with molten light. His massive wings stretched wide behind him, every single one of their movements carried a force that bent the wind around him.
But despite all that power… his expression was calm.
He stood before Igni, who was still wrapped in half-broken chains.
The giant dragon’s body trembled weakly; his wounds still bled, his flames barely flickered. His eyes, which moments ago had been burning with rage and ferocious battle intent, were now closed.
And Kael—
He had buried his face against Igni’s snout and was holding him tightly, his hand moving slowly, gently across the dragon’s scales.
The ferocious Primordial Fire Dragon—who had faced multiple enemies and never lowered his head—now rested silently. His massive head leaned into Kael’s embrace like a child who had finally found safety after a nightmare.
If one looked closely, it almost looked like Igni was… sulking.
His tail twitched, his wings folded back, and he let out a low, trembling breath. Like a child who had been bullied—dramatic, exhausted, and now being comforted by the one person who would never let the world hurt him again.
A small smile formed on Kael’s lips.
He patted the dragon’s face and showered him with relieving kisses with a gentleness that felt unreal amidst the destruction.
For a moment, it was a heartwarming sight.
A father and son, together again.
A moment of peace.
That is…
If one ignored the screams echoing across the sky.
Because while the pair itself seemed content in each other’s embrace and enjoying their ’peaceful’ moment, what surrounded them was… hell.
“AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“KKRRRRRIIIIEEEERRKKKK!!!”
“RRROOOOOAAAARRRRRRR!!!”
Zhahara’s lips trembled as his eyes darted around the scene.
Everywhere he looked—there was only fire and ruin.
The soldiers who held the chains wrapped around Igni… no longer had hands.
Their arms had melted away up to the shoulders. They screamed as they stared at the burning stumps where their limbs once were. The flames from the chains had crawled up their bodies, devouring their torsos. Their armor had fused with their skin. They couldn’t even fall—some still hung midair, their beasts flailing in panic.
Those whose weapons had pierced Igni’s scales now found their own blades and spears piercing through their own bodies.
They screamed, trying to pull the weapons out, but couldn’t because the weapons were burning—
And the fire crawled up from the metal, along their hands, to their arms, to their necks—
Until their voices broke into nothing but gasps.
Zhahara then turned his gaze to the mages, desperate to find someone—anyone—still alive and… not burning.
But the mages weren’t safe either.
The flames hunted them.
Like predators that had chosen their prey, Kael’s fire moved on its own, chasing every single mage who had targeted his Igni through the sky.
No matter how far the mages flew, the fire followed—just like how the mages’ spells had targeted the chained Igni no matter how desperately he tried to move and dodge.
They cast water, wind, and even barrier spells—but nothing worked.
The flames were too fast. Unlike spells that moved mechanically—limited to how the spell was cast—Kael’s flames were different.
They moved according to his Will; wherever he wanted them to move, they did. So every time the mages tried to intercept the flames, they simply slid around their defenses, crawling across the air before finally reaching their targets—
And once the flames and the target met—
FWOOOSH
A flash.
A scream.
And then… silence.
Yes, the mages, along with their beasts that ran together with their masters as desperately as they could—were burned until there was nothing left.
Zhahara’s eyes widened as he watched three mages burst into flames at once, their beasts screeching as they fell like burning stars from the sky.
This… this was no longer a battle.
It was punishment.
And it all happened so fast—so impossibly fast—that Zhahara’s mind couldn’t even keep up.
Before the battle began, he remembered clearly—there were a total of eighty Sky Soldiers.
Sixty of them fought the dragon, twenty surrounded the Hero.
But as the Hero began fighting—everything changed.
They realized that the Hero was far stronger than they thought, and twenty of Igni’s attackers had rushed to reinforce Kael’s side, together with the twenty more reinforcements that had arrived later.
After everything—
Sixty surrounded Kael.
Forty surrounded Igni.
A fair battle—a battle the Sky Soldiers believed they could have won—
But then—
The Dragon screamed.
And when his father heard his scream, everything changed.
Kael, who had only killed a few soldiers who were attacking him, suddenly changed, and in an instant—more were killed.
In total, thirty soldiers, along with around eighty beasts, lost their lives in Kael’s hands before he moved toward Igni—
Yes, he still left a few alive on his side but…
But on Igni’s side—
It was different.
It was pure, unrestrained annihilation.
All forty soldiers.
Every last one of them.
Along with more than a hundred beasts—were gone—either burned alive or were burning alive.
And the scariest part?
All of it—every single scream, every single death—had happened within seconds.
Zhahara’s mouth hung open.
He wanted to scream, to shout an order, to tell someone to retreat—
But no sound came out.
The only thing that escaped his lips was a trembling whisper.
“…G-Gods… what… what were we fighting?”
And just as he said that out loud, he froze, even forgetting to blink because—
The Hero—no, the Father of Dragons—was now looking straight at him.
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