I Got Married to a Yandere Queen
Chapter 41 - 40 - Black Fire and Crimson Scales

Chapter 41: Chapter 40 - Black Fire and Crimson Scales

Silence cloaked the forest like a thin fog holding the world’s breath. No sound, no movement—as if time itself had frozen to witness the silent duel between two beings who were never meant to stand as equals: a woman and a dragon.

Ashtoria stood motionless, her crimson eyes locked onto the sky, where the winged giant hovered—graceful, yet menacing. Their gazes clashed—sharp, cold, and unwavering. Like two flames trying to consume each other without ever touching.

Then—

A voice pierced the stillness—not through her ears, but directly into her mind. Heavy, echoing, and clearly not human.

**"Human... are you the one who stole my child?"**

Ashtoria didn’t move. Only her eyes narrowed slightly, her breath steady but deep. She answered without speaking, her thoughts cutting back like a sharpened blade.

"I’m not interested in your child." Her voice was cold, flat—like a sword freshly drawn. "But because of you, this man... is gravely wounded. Don’t expect me to let you leave here unscathed."

Another pause followed. But only for a moment.

The voice returned—this time accompanied by a harsh, guttural laugh that echoed as if from the depths of the earth.

**"Arrogant human. Answer me truthfully—where is my egg?! If you do not tell me, I will destroy you!"**

Ashtoria gave a faint smile—not warm, but sharp and scornful. She raised her chin ever so slightly before replying, her voice like an icy dagger.

"Destroy me?" She let out a short, cruel laugh. "Go ahead and try. But now that you mention it... I do recall something. Yes. I was the one who took your egg."

She paused, letting her words hang in the air like poison.

"And you know what I did with it? I cracked it open, scrambled it... then cooked it into an omelette. It was delicious."

Instantly—the sky screamed.

"GRRAAAAAAOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"

The dragon’s roar shook both heavens and earth. The night clouds split from the force of his fury, winds slammed into the trees, bending their trunks like blades of grass. Branches snapped, leaves scattered, and the ground trembled beneath divine wrath.

Ashtoria didn’t flinch.

She stood tall, unshaken, one hand still shielding Riven’s unconscious body at her feet. Her crimson eyes burned—not with fear... but with battle-readiness.

And above them, the dragon’s colossal form loomed like a catastrophe about to descend upon the world.

The roar ended. But the dragon didn’t hesitate.

With a sky-rending motion, he opened his maw—rows of fangs like spears of hell revealed. From deep in his throat, a red-orange light began to pulse violently. A sound like boiling lava grew louder, until—

FWOOOOOSHHHH!!

Flames exploded from his jaws. Not a mere breath of fire—but a monstrous, molten wave, thick and roaring, surged straight toward Ashtoria and the two defenseless humans beside her.

But in that same instant—

WUSSHHHH!!

From Ashtoria’s body, black fire erupted—not normal flames, but glowing liquid darkness, like living obsidian. The fire flowed outward, forming a dome around Riven and Mira.

Strangely, it didn’t touch them.

It did not burn Riven’s skin, nor singe Mira’s hair, not even a thread of their clothes was scorched. As if the fire itself knew—who to protect, and who to destroy.

Then came the clash.

The dragon’s crimson blaze collided with the black dome. The sound wasn’t explosive—but dense, like air itself being crushed. The black fire rose, twisting upward, wrapping around the dragonfire like a black hole devouring a star. The remnants of red flame burst into wild sparks, scorching trees and lighting the forest ablaze.

The sky turned red. The ground hissed. The air was filled with the scent of smoke and scorched earth.

Ashtoria didn’t move. But her hand tightened into a fist.

The black fire spiraled around her body, then surged forward in a massive wave—like a tsunami of darkness launched from the abyss. The ground split. The wind bent. Everything seemed to bow to her will.

The inferno rose toward the sky—toward the dragon.

He roared again, louder and wilder, flapping his wings with ferocious strength. The wind gust tore through the trees—but the black flames pressed forward. The dragon tried to ascend, but he wasn’t fast enough.

In a fit of rage, he opened his jaws once more. This time, the flames he unleashed were even larger, longer, brighter. A red explosion lit the distant horizon like colliding suns.

From afar—it looked like the world was on fire.

The red flames tore through the sky.

The black flames engulfed the earth.

And in between them stood Ashtoria—like a war goddess, her figure illuminated by the twin forces of annihilation. Her hair whipped wildly in the magical storm, her red eyes burned with icy fury, and her arms... still encircled the two unconscious lives behind her.

The dragon’s fire surged again—charging toward the black tide that rose like a flood of night. But... there was no explosion. No thunderous clash.

The black fire devoured it.

Every thread of crimson flame was consumed before it could even reach the ground. The darkness climbed higher, crawling like a sentient shadow.

And finally, it touched the dragon.

That massive body—long, scaled, hardened like molten steel—was enveloped in black fire like a serpent swallowed by living tar. But when the dark wave washed over his scales, no wound appeared. The fire churned, coiled, bit down...

But it could not burn.

His scales were too ancient.

Too sacred.

Too invincible.

Ashtoria narrowed her eyes. Her fire could protect. Could strike. But it was not enough.

The dragon, realizing his flames had failed, and his body remained untouched, screamed and dove. His massive form plummeted from the heavens—like a falling mountain. Stormwinds blasted in his wake. The trees below shook and dust exploded from the earth.

BRAAAKKKHHH!!

The ground quaked even before he hit.

Ashtoria did not retreat. Did not flinch.

She simply raised her hand.

In the blink of an eye, the once-fluid black fire solidified—becoming thick, iron-like chains, summoned from every direction. They flew like vipers—wrapping around the dragon’s limbs, wings, and neck.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Chains struck scale. And before the dragon could resist—

Something formed.

The black fire condensed, twisted, and birthed a colossal axe. Not ornate—brutal. Crude. Forged in a vision of hell by gods of ruin. Its size was unthinkable. A mountain-breaker.

And without warning—

It struck.

CRAAAAAKKKHHH!!!

The dragon thrashed, tried to flap his wings—but the chains held fast. The axe smashed into his side—and his crimson scales cracked for the first time.

Dragonblood exploded—glowing like molten silver. His giant body twisted through the air, spiraling down, wings flailing like torn sails.

RAUUUNNGGGHHH!!!

His roar split the sky. But before he landed—the fire consumed him. His entire form ignited, turning his body into a burning comet. Even his eyes became twin infernos.

BOOM!!

He landed.

The earth split. The impact shattered stone and carved a crater. Flames surged from his body—spreading like a tidal wave of red across the land.

The ground trembled.

And the world... shuddered.

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