Velgrynd's lips curved slowly.
"Velzard. It's been a long time since we last met, hasn't it?"
Across from her, the silver-haired beauty stood calm, pale blue eyes cold as eternal winter. Ice coiled gently around her feet, spreading outward in controlled dominion.
"If it isn't the dog of Rudra."
The words landed softly.
Velgrynd's eyes sharpened.
"Dog?" She chuckled lightly. "Wouldn't that title also apply to you? Dog of Guy Crimson."
The air between them warped.
Velzard laughed.
Amused.
"Velgrynd," she said evenly, "I think you've done enough now. You can leave now."
Her gaze drifted briefly toward Loki's broken body.
"Or the consequences will be dire."
Velgrynd chuckled again.
"What? Did you expect me to cower and run away?"
The fire around Velgrynd's feet spread.
"I'm not leaving here without Loki."
Velzard's expression didn't change.
"That's too bad. Because Loki belongs to us."
Velgrynd's eyes flickered.
"Oh? But according to Loki, he doesn't belong to anyone."
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
"Velzard… your behavior is quite disturbing."
Velzard's voice became colder.
"Then, Velgrynd… there is nothing left for us to discuss, is there?"
The temperature plummeted violently.
The sky darkened.
And Velzard transformed.
Her body expanded in a surge of ancient power. Ice erupted outward in a colossal spiral as her form elongated, scales of pale sapphire reflecting frozen starlight. Vast wings unfurled, blizzards forming with each movement.
The White Ice Dragon dominated the sky.
Velgrynd looked up at her sister.
A small smile.
"I guess. We've never seen eye to eye anyway."
Scarlet fire detonated outward.
Her body ignited majestically. Flames condensed into draconic scale and shape, forming a radiant titan whose presence warped the horizon itself.
The Scorch Dragon answered the call.
Two primordial beings.
Frost and flame.
Opposites.
Equals.
The sky cracked as their auras collided.
Velgrynd moved first.
The Scorch Dragon folded one vast wing and vanished reappearing in a streak of compressed red light that tore across the firmament. The trail she left behind glowed like a wound in the sky.
Velzard did not retreat.
She inhaled.
The surrounding temperature plummeted so violently that the air fractured into visible shards. A dome of condensed zero bloomed around her, elegant and silent.
Velgrynd's talons met it.
Flame met frost.
The collision erased.
For a heartbeat, there was nothing no heat, no cold just a vacuum where opposing dominions canceled each other out.
Then the shockwave came.
Mountains far beyond the horizon trembled. Rivers reversed their flow. Birds fell mid-flight, stunned by pressure alone.
Velzard's tail lashed out, coated in layered glacial armor. It struck Velgrynd across the torso.
The Scorch Dragon twisted mid-air, absorbing the impact, using its momentum to spin and drive her wing like a burning blade across Velzard's flank.
Ice cracked.
Flame sputtered.
Neither yielded.
"You've grown more reckless," Velzard observed, her voice echoing like winter wind across an endless tundra.
Velgrynd's eyes burned brighter.
"And you haven't grown at all."
Velgrynd opened her jaws.
A focused stream of condensed thermal distortion so concentrated the space around it bent like glass near a forge. It carved forward in a spiraling lance.
Velzard's pupils narrowed.
A single breath escaped her maw.
White.
Pure.
Her exhale froze the very concept of motion before her. The crimson lance slowed then crystallized mid-advance into a sculpture of suspended destruction.
Velzard flicked a claw.
The frozen inferno shattered into harmless scarlet snow.
The fragments rained across the lands below like falling stars.
---
In the Western Holy Empire—
Inside a cathedral washed in prismatic light—
Luminous Valentine paused mid-step.
The stained-glass windows rattled.
A goblet trembled in her hand, dark wine rippling with concentric waves.
"My, my…" she murmured softly. "The sisters are arguing again."
Her eyes drifted toward the distant horizon where the sky pulsed faintly between red and white.
"If they escalate any further… even faith may freeze."
She smiled faintly.
But her fingers tightened around the glass.
—
In El Dorado
Guy Crimson rested his chin on his palm.
A thin smirk curved his lips.
The sky beyond Leon's domain shimmered faintly with the distant tremors.
"Fufufu…"
His golden eyes gleamed.
"They're holding back."
He tapped one finger lightly against his armrest as another distant shockwave rippled through dimensions.
"Good girls."
His smile widened.
"But if they tear the continent in half, I'll have to step in… and that would be terribly annoying."
—
Back in the sky—
Velgrynd surged upward, spinning violently. Rings of compressed flame manifested around her like orbiting halos. Each ring rotated at a different velocity, distorting gravity itself.
She snapped her wings outward.
The rings launched as collapsing suns.
Each orb condensed inward as it traveled, drawing heat from everything it passed. The ocean below hissed and parted, steam columns erupting like geysers.
Velzard's wings unfurled fully.
Her presence deepened.
The moisture in the atmosphere obeyed her silently. Ice formed in geometric precision. Vast hexagonal shields layered themselves before her like an infinite mirror.
The first collapsing sun struck.
The shield did not melt.
It rang.
Like a cathedral bell forged from glaciers.
The second orb hit.
Cracks spiderwebbed outward, frost evaporating into shimmering mist.
The third—
Velzard raised her claw and tapped the air.
The shield rotated.
Redirected.
The collapsing sun veered off course, shooting harmlessly into the upper atmosphere where it burst into harmless aurora light.
Velgrynd clicked her tongue.
"You're still hiding behind walls."
Velzard vanished.
Velgrynd's instincts screamed.
Too late.
Velzard appeared above her descending like divine judgment. Frost gathered around her claws, compressing inward until her talons gleamed with a translucent sheen darker than space.
She struck.
Velgrynd crossed her wings.
Impact.
The sound did not travel through air.
It traveled through reality.
The ocean far below parted cleanly for miles before crashing back together in titanic waves.
Velgrynd roared, pushing upward, flames detonating from every scale. The two dragons locked mid-sky fire and frost spiraling violently around them in opposing helixes.
—
In the Forgotten Capital of the Giants
Dagruel stood atop a cliff overlooking fractured stone plains.
The earth beneath his feet vibrated rhythmically.
He crossed his massive arms.
"Hmph."
A fissure split the ground several kilometers away.
"Those lizards…"
He exhaled heavily.
"If they intend to reshape the continent, they should at least finish what they start."
—
Elsewhere—
A pink-haired girl laughed as the wind whipped violently around her.
Milim Nava hovered in the sky, eyes sparkling with delight.
"Waaahhh! So cool!"
A distant explosion painted her face red and white in alternating flashes.
"They're going all out!"
She leaned forward eagerly.
"Should I join? Should I? Should I?!"
The continent trembled again.
Milim giggled.
"Nope. I'll watch. If they break it, it'll be more fun to fix later!"
—
Back in the battlefield—
Velgrynd twisted free, flipping backward and slamming her tail downward. A spiral of rotating flame shot toward Velzard like a drilling dragon of pure combustion.
Velzard inhaled sharply.
Her eyes glowed brighter.
The space before her solidified into a frozen corridor.
The flaming spiral entered it—
And slowed.
Velzard clapped her wings once.
The corridor shattered into thousands of angled prisms, redirecting the spiral into the sea in a harmless cascade of steam explosions that towered into the heavens.
Velgrynd grinned.
Velzard's lips curved faintly.
They rushed each other again.
Claw met claw.
Wing struck wing.
Their movements were no longer wide and theatrical.
They became precise.
Measured.
Each collision redirected upward.
They fought like forces of nature—
Velgrynd dove low, skimming across the ocean's surface. The water boiled beneath her path.
Velzard chased, frost spreading across the sea behind her, freezing the boiling wake into jagged sculptures.
The two spiraled upward again—
Then stopped.
Hovering.
Breathing.
The sky above them glowed in streaks of red and white auroras.
Neither bore significant injury.
Velgrynd's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You haven't dulled."
Velzard's gaze remained calm.
"Nor have you."
Below them, the world trembled yet remained intact.
Wind roared between them as the atmosphere struggled to stabilize.
The sisters floated in silence.
The storm they created circled the continent like a crown.
And somewhere far below—
A faint golden radiance lingered in the forest where Loki had fallen.
Unnoticed.
The Frost Dragon and the Scorch Dragon rose higher into the fractured sky—
And the world held its breath.
Below them—
Loki lay broken.
Breathing shallow.
Magicules leaking from his body like evaporating mist.
His vision blurred.
'So this is it… huh.'
He tried to lift a finger.
It trembled.
'At this stage… I'm nowhere near the level of Guy.'
The admission didn't hurt.
It clarified.
'I kind of knew it before… But actually experiencing it puts it into perspective.'
Above him, the sky howled as draconic power tore clouds apart.
His chest rose weakly.
'But I shall take this learning experience to heart.'
His consciousness dimmed.
Darkness wrapped around him.
And Loki lost consciousness.
---
Suddenly the sky detonated.
A burst of gold erupted from the forest floor.
Pure divine radiance.
The shockwave blasted outward in a spherical expansion, freezing Velzard mid-descent and halting Velgrynd's incoming inferno.
Both dragons' pupils contracted.
Simultaneously—
"What is that!?"
The gold light intensified.
The forest below disintegrated from overwhelming sanctified pressure.
Within the epicenter—
A figure rose.
Loki's broken body lifted from the ground.
Cracks along his skin sealed instantly.
His tattered clothing dissolved into particles of light.
And reformed into a full white radiant outfit.
An immaculate outfit befitting a Holy Knight. Layered with flowing divine fabric and subtle golden armor plating that shimmered with sacred inscriptions.
His hair grew longer—
Flowing freely down his back.
Turning gold.
His eyes opened.
They were no longer maroon.
They were luminous gold.
Calm and ancient.
A smile spread across his face.
A gentle confident smile.
He looked upward at the two dragons suspended in the fractured sky.
"Don't worry, Master."
His voice echoed differently now.
"We shall take care of the rest."
The air trembled in reverence.
Velgrynd felt it first.
"This isn't a demonic presence!"
Velzard narrowed her eyes.
"This pressure…"
It was neither playful nor chaotic.
It was absolute.
The gold radiance condensed around Loki like a halo forged from compressed starlight.
Magicules across the entire Jura Forest bent toward him instinctively.
The dragons slowly lowered altitude without realizing it.
For the first time—
Caution entered their ancient hearts.
[As Loki fell into slumber, he forcefully awakened into his Angel form.
And the Manas Ultimate Skill—
Loki, Lord of Divine Farce
took over.
Primordial.
The sky split once more.
But this time—
Not from destruction.
From divinity.
And the war between sisters had just gained a third sovereign.]
________________________________________
Support me on Patreon for early chapters [Patreon.com/tenten100?]