Chapter 218: The Dragon (2)
The dragon spoke, and with that single, resonant word, the very fabric of space warped and convulsed.
The shadows clinging to the dragon were obliterated in an instant, bursting apart and reverting to mere ordinary darkness. All at once, Spellweaver’s carefully crafted magic became as ephemeral as mist in the sun.
“Argh!” Fiego shouted. It, too, suffered under the wave of force. The flames that composed its body peeled away, unable to withstand the onslaught. Its once-mighty, bullish form unraveled, the primordial fire dispersing into the air.
Seraphina’s eyes widened in horror as the shockwave swept toward her. Instinctively, she gathered the power of her divine avatar, wrapping herself in the Sun God’s protection.
However, as the wave struck, her shield of holy light shattered like glass, splintering into fragments that scattered and vanished. Seraphina reeled from the blow, her legs nearly buckling beneath her.
“What is this?!” she gasped, her voice shaking with disbelief.
Spellweaver threw up his hands, conjuring a barrier in a desperate bid to protect himself, but the force simply shredded his defenses, sending him tumbling helplessly across the cavern floor.
However, standing closest to the dragon, Bloodedge bore the brunt of the backlash. His focus had been so utterly devoted to channeling his power through his sword that his body was left virtually unguarded. The force struck him like a battering ram, hurling him backwards with breathtaking speed.
Defensively, he tried to brace himself, but the sheer magnitude of the force made all attempts futile. He was on a collision course with the far wall, a blow that might very well have ended him.
In that moment, Ketal moved. Moving with a speed that blurred the air, he lunged forward and seized Bloodedge mid-flight, steadying him before he could crash.
“Are you alright?” Ketal asked him, voice calm but laced with concern.
Bloodedge winced, shaking from the impact but alive. “Th-thank you.”