The rumble of battle echoed throughout the valley, an echo of destruction that shook the very foundations of the earth. Each blow shook the ground, causing cracks to spread like open scars, swallowing the bodies of the fallen without distinction.
High above, the sky darkened with dense clouds, laden with storms and the omen of an uncertain destiny. The air vibrated with the weight of unleashed magic, a whirlwind of opposing energies that dyed the horizon with a fluctuating glow between fire and shadow.
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The battle between the members of Purgatory and the dragons was not only a clash of strength but a clash of wills, a war between corruption and purity, between unbridled ambition and ancestral supremacy.
Each side represented one extreme of the balance, a struggle that had been written in the stars long before the first warrior swung his sword. From the shadows, Purgatory’s legion advanced with silent but relentless steps, a multitude of combatants enveloped in the dark essence of their own damnation.
They were no match for the dragons in terms of raw power, but the cunning and corrupted abilities granted to them by their pact with the forbidden allowed them to fight on equal terms.
Their bodies, marked by the magic of despair, regenerated with unnatural speed, rendering the pain that any other mortal being would have felt useless.
This was not a fair battle, but a merciless chaos in which corruption seeped like poison, permeating every corner of the battlefield. The dragons, for their part, had not yet adopted their true form.
They retained their human appearance, a gesture of unwavering confidence that spoke of their ancestral pride. For them, fighting like beasts was a sacred act, a limit that they only crossed when the war reached its point of no return.
They would not waste their power on unworthy foes, but Purgatory was no ordinary adversary. The shadows around them twisted reality itself, warping the perception of space and time, breaking the rules of nature with every whispered spell.
And then, the front line of combat erupted with the violence of a raging storm. War cries, roars of fire, the sound of steel tearing flesh, and the impact of dark spells clashing with invisible scales turned the valley into a pandemonium of destruction.
Members of Purgatory deployed skills that warped the flesh of their victims, attacks that extended the dragons’ agony by draining their very essence. Their blows not only wounded, but corrupted, poisoning their bodies and minds with soul-rending curses, but the dragons were no mere mortals.
Even in their human forms, their movements were unstoppable, their strength overwhelming, and their determination unwavering. With each blow, they sent the Purgatory soldiers flying through the air, their bones breaking as if they were made of glass.
No matter how many times those dark warriors rose from the dead, the dragons would continue to strike them down with the same unrelenting fury. Near the heart of the battlefield, a particularly brutal clash raged.
A group of Purgatory warriors had managed to surround one of their own, a dragon still in its human form. Enclosed in a circle of living shadows that clung to its skin, it felt for the first time the weight of corruption threatening to drag it into the darkness.
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The dark warriors smiled. They thought they had defeated it, but then, the air shuddered. A wave of pure power expanded from the dragon, a fiery blast that tore through the shadows as if they were insignificant mist.
His human form shattered like a fragile shell, and in a single blink, the colossal magnificence of his true essence emerged. The beating of his wings raised whirlwinds of ash and dust, darkening the battlefield with his titanic shadow.
His scales, incandescently bright, reflected the glow of destruction, and his eyes burned with the intensity of inescapable judgment. He opened his jaws and, in a roar that shook reality itself, released a breath of pure fire that consumed everything in its path.
Terror spread through the ranks of Purgatory. They knew that dragons could transform, but facing one in its full splendor was an entirely different story. Their weapons felt insignificant, their enchantments seemed to pale in the presence of a being that had existed since time immemorial. And yet, they did not back down.
The corruption in their veins granted them something beyond fear: an unbreakable will, an absolute denial of death itself. Far away, on another point of the battlefield, a group of dragons maintained their human form while fighting against a Purgatory sect that wove nightmarish illusions.
The ground twisted beneath their feet, the skies were stained with living shadows that devoured the light, and time seemed to fracture into echoes of despair, but the dragons were ancient. They knew how to see beyond the illusion.
One of them closed its eyes for an instant, felt the flow of falsehood around it, and then, with a single blow, it tore apart reality itself. The shadows dissipated in a deafening scream, revealing the traitors hidden within.
Mercilessly, the dragons unleashed their purifying fire, reducing their bodies and souls to ash, but the battle was far from over. Beyond the main field, deep within a ruined sanctuary, Purgatory’s true threat loomed silently.
There, far from the din of combat, its most cunning members, those who sought victory not in battle but in betrayal, closed in on their target: the remnants of the fallen god.
That relic, the corrupted essence of a banished deity, was the key to their triumph. If they could reach it, if corruption touched the core of the world, the fate of all existence would change forever.
Unfortunately, they were not alone. From the shadows, a colossal presence watched them. One of the dragon kings, a being whose existence eclipsed every other on the battlefield, stood before them.
His mere presence altered the air, and his eyes, shining like stars in the darkness, reflected the absolute judgment of the supreme beings. He knew what they were up to.
He knew what they were looking for and he wouldn’t allow them to take a single step further. Silence fell over that corner of the war. The most important battle was about to begin and this time, there would be no mercy.
The battle had suddenly broken out and because of that, no one had noticed it yet. The only two people who could notice the change were Crhono and Sohei, but they were still in the sacred region, so their senses couldn’t pick up on the war.
Sacred regions have a lot of energy concentration, so it’s hard to see what’s happening outside of it when you’re inside. Also, that same energy naturally creates illusions and deadly traps, so there’s no time to see what’s happening outside or it could cost you your life.
Meanwhile, Andrew, Biacko, Lugia, and the other dragons who accompanied them while they trained, returned to Cannes. 6 months had passed, so the city was practically rebuilt. There were still a few things being fixed, but they were minor, nothing that would disrupt the functioning and splendor of the city.
This world may have a medieval vibe, but that doesn’t mean they’re backward. They certainly don’t have the technology and machinery of humans on Earth to make large constructions in a short time, but they make up for it with special skills and magic.
The first stop upon arrival was the Pixoy family mansion. While Andrew’s Celestial Palace had already been rebuilt, it hadn’t yet been christened a temple, so no one was using it.
Not being declared a temple, the Celestial Palace is no different than a regular building, so Andrew’s wives, concubines, and apostles weren’t staying there, but in the Pixoy family mansion, under the protection of Zaros.
Also, these girls are very proactive and restless. They couldn’t stay still, and even with all the projects they were doing, they found a way to help Damon and Abigale in their responsibilities as dukes.
This won the favor of the two vampires, but it was not the only reason they appreciated these girls. Andrew’s wives had not missed an opportunity to tell them about Helga and Layla.
Andrew had already decided to make them his wives, but he had not yet finalized this situation, due to everything that had happened. That is why the girls began to condition their future in-laws. At first, they did not want to tell them things directly, since that is Andrew’s responsibility.
However, these two vampires are very cunning and intelligent, so they pick up on the hints. They already had suspicions that their daughters were in love with Andrew, but they were unaware of Andrew’s attitude towards them.
Now they knew and were glad to see that things were developing this way. The only problem was that the girls had warned them that this engagement had a lot more washers than they thought, but they refused to tell them the details.
This is Andrew’s biggest secret and they wouldn’t tell it, so, despite the insistence, they didn’t say anything and just assured them that Andrew would tell them everything when he returned. Now Andrew was back and he had no idea about any of this.