Chapter 431
fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓ Aska felt an immediate sense of relief when the song ceased, but his expression quickly darkened as his gaze locked onto the dragon. Before he could act, a voice—one only he could hear—whispered in his mind:
"There’s no need to tangle with the dragon. This battle is already lost."
Without hesitation, Aska heeded the warning. He didn’t bother issuing an order to his remaining zealots. Instead, he activated his newly acquired power, accessing the other world as his figure flickered and vanished from sight.
Ceruleanor, having decimated Aska’s forces, did not immediately depart. He understood the delicate balance of intervention—his role was to aid, not to decide the conflict outright. Though the battlefield had been mostly cleared, a few scattered zealots still remained, and more were beginning to pour out from the other world. Their numbers had dwindled significantly, but the battle was far from over.
With a final, thunderous sweep of his tail, Cerluleanor sent a cascade of rocks and debris crashing into the remaining zealots, further disrupting their ranks and ensuring they posed no immediate threat.
With a powerful thrust of his wings, the blue dragon ascended, leaving behind a scene of devastation and a lingering sense of awe. The water churned in his wake, the currents carrying the scent of ozone and the dust of disintegrated zealots.
The last remnants of Aska’s zealots were scattered, some buried beneath the fallen rubble, others struggling to regroup. Yet their will to fight had been shattered. Without their leader, without their momentum, they were nothing more than remnants of a broken assault. Some attempted to flee, slipping into the rift that still pulsed faintly in the water, a gateway to the other world from which they had come. Others, too injured or disoriented to escape, were swiftly dispatched by the recovering merfolk warriors.
One mermaid, Flowua daughter turned her gaze upward, watching the last traces of lightning fade into the depths.
Then, a shift.
The currents stirred unnaturally, twisting in patterns that did not belong to the natural ebb and flow of the ocean. A deep, resonant hum pulsed through the water, not unlike the vibrations of the mermaids’ song, but far more ancient. Flowua’s eyes widened.
Something was answering the call.