Chapter 369: Red death fury
The air itself began to scream.
Nyx’s body had become a living furnace, every scale glowing white-hot as his Primordial Molten Fusion reached critical mass. The dragon’s form pulsed with barely contained stellar fire, reality warping around him like heated glass. The ground beneath his claws had turned to obsidian, then to flowing lava.
Noah felt the heat wash over him from fifty meters away, his skin prickling with the intensity. Through his bond with Nyx, he could sense the dragon’s absolute focus—every fiber of his being channeled into this one devastating attack.
’This is it,’ Noah thought, watching Kruel’s eyes widen as the Harbinger finally understood what was coming. ’This ends everything.’
Nyx opened his maw, and the sun poured out.
The blast wasn’t fire—it was something beyond fire, beyond plasma, beyond anything that should exist in normal space. It was as if the dragon had torn a piece of a star’s core from its chest and vomited it into the world. The beam carved through the frozen atmosphere, turning ice to steam, steam to superheated gas, gas to raw energy.
Noah threw himself behind a fallen chunk of EDF dreadnought hull, Lucas diving beside him. Even through the twisted metal, the heat was overwhelming. The light was so intense it turned their closed eyelids red.
The roar was indescribable—not just sound, but a physical force that shook their bones. The beam lasted only seconds, but those seconds felt like eternity.
When it ended, half the battlefield had been scoured clean.
Noah peered over their makeshift shelter, expecting to see nothing but molten rock where Kruel had stood. Instead, he saw something that made his blood run cold.
The Harbinger stood at the very edge of the blast zone, his body a patchwork of burns and blisters. His clothes had been incinerated, his skin blackened and cracked. But he was healing—fast. The wounds were closing even as Noah watched, flesh knitting itself back together in real-time.
Kruel had dodged. Not completely—the blast’s edge had caught him—but enough to survive what should have been instant death.