Chapter 69: I’m here
Skytianeus extended his hand and slightly curled his fingers, his palm aimed at the clear, pristine sky above his head. The only reason no cloud drifted overhead was that he had dragged the Dragon Empress far above them himself. And now, he had fought her long enough to realize that only a single ultimate move could truly finally end this battle.
"Behold the power of the Sky Dragons—the power even your ancestors once feared, Your Majesty!" Skytianeus shouted as mana swirled around his hand, which hardened into a porcelain claw. "Skies Collide!"
Something akin to an earthquake rumbled across the skies. Looking up, the Dragon Empress couldn’t see anything. Yet only a few seconds later she realized what was happening, and the various warnings she’d heard about the Sky Dragons resurfaced in her mind. Just then, a force she couldn’t resist gripped her and outright punched her aside. Then it repeated, pummeling the Dragon Empress from side to side, both horizontally and diagonally. She looked like a doll smashed into the ground by an ungrateful child, except the gravitational force of Skies Collide was that child. The Dragon Empress coated herself in her scales, yet even those sank back into her flesh and cracked under the crushing pressure, their glittering debris drifting around her while she kept getting ruthlessly thrashed again and again without mercy.
Atop the Dragon Mountain’s Spire, Jett’s maids watched the ultimate technique unfold, eyes wide as a chill raced down their spines.
Eleonora remarked, "It’s only the gravity force for now. The crack above them, opened by Skytianeus’s move, has just appeared. The air’s coming—truly, it’s coming in wild and fast."
Just as Eleonora said, the sphere above the dragons’ heads had cracked open, and Skytianeus angled it against the Dragon Empress. Soon the wild air rushed in like an avalanche, drowning her beneath razor winds that sliced from head to toe. Countless lacerations split her skin, yet the blood didn’t fall; it spiraled upward in crimson ribbons. Hair disheveled, she gritted her teeth, focusing on regeneration and shielding her vital points, a horror‑movie monster come alive. The merciless gale tried to flay her, batter her, and shatter her pride. Most impressive, however, was that she maintained her defenses even while being hurled around like a ragdoll.
Skytianeus clenched his claw, and the Dragon Empress froze in place. The gravitational force no longer tossed her about. Instead, she hung motionless, a captive reminiscent of how the seventeenth Warden had once chained Holdrake midair.
"Your Majesty, I knew this much wouldn’t be enough to bring you down, but for my next move I can pray for your well‑being," Skytianeus said, raising his claw high into the air.
At the same moment, the Dragon Empress was blasted upward toward the cracked sky, Skytianeus’s intent crystal‑clear—he intended to hurl her into the sky’s violent void of madness!
Unable to draw even a sliver of oxygen, the Dragon Empress’s lungs burned, yet her eyes still blazed. She parted her lips and screamed into the shattering sky.