Chapter 87: Darkan vs Silver V
The clash between the Darkan pillars and the Silver powerhouses raged with unrelenting fury, a tempest of divine power and primal might that shook the heavens and scorched the earth below.
The battlefield, a sprawling expanse of shattered stone and smoldering craters, bore witness to the unrelenting ferocity of their conflict. Fire and wind howled in defiance, each side vying for dominance in a struggle that seemed to defy the very laws.
Lurnel Silver, the patriarch of the Silver family, stood at the forefront of the fray, his presence a beacon of unyielding resolve. His silver hair whipped in the chaotic winds, and his eyes, sharp as the blade he wielded, gleamed with a mixture of determination and barely restrained rage. In his hands, he clutched his family’s heirloom, the Tempest Blade.
As he activated its divine power, the blade’s usual frenetic energy stilled, its surface gleaming with an eerie calm. The blade seemed to hum with a quiet intensity, as if the storm itself had been distilled into a single, deadly edge.
Beside Lurnel stood the two Silver powerhouses, maintaining a radiant shield. This barrier, pulsating with silvery light, stood against the onslaught of dragon breath unleashed by the Darkan head.
Lurnel’s lips curled into a snarl as he swung the Tempest Blade in a wide arc. The motion was deceptively simple, but the power behind it was anything but. The blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of distorted space in its wake.
The Darkan pillars, confident in their shield’s resilience, failed to sense the danger until it was too late. The blade’s edge, imbued with the essence of a thousand storms, cut through the scales of one elder, a hulking dragon whose roar of pain echoed across the battlefield. Blood, dark and viscous, sprayed into the air, staining the ground below.
"GAAAAAAA!" the elder bellowed, his massive form staggering as the wound bled profusely. His scales, once impenetrable, now bore a jagged gash that pulsed with pain.
The second elder and the Darkan head had no time to react. Another swing of Lurnel’s blade followed, this time accompanied by a maelstrom of fire conjured by the Darkan head’s greatsword.