Rising god
Chapter 87: Darkan vs Silver V

Chapter 87: Darkan vs Silver V

The clash between the Darkan pillars and the Silver powerhouses raged with unrelenting fury, a tempest of divine power and primal might that shook the heavens and scorched the earth below.

The battlefield, a sprawling expanse of shattered stone and smoldering craters, bore witness to the unrelenting ferocity of their conflict. Fire and wind howled in defiance, each side vying for dominance in a struggle that seemed to defy the very laws.

Lurnel Silver, the patriarch of the Silver family, stood at the forefront of the fray, his presence a beacon of unyielding resolve. His silver hair whipped in the chaotic winds, and his eyes, sharp as the blade he wielded, gleamed with a mixture of determination and barely restrained rage. In his hands, he clutched his family’s heirloom, the Tempest Blade.

As he activated its divine power, the blade’s usual frenetic energy stilled, its surface gleaming with an eerie calm. The blade seemed to hum with a quiet intensity, as if the storm itself had been distilled into a single, deadly edge.

Beside Lurnel stood the two Silver powerhouses, maintaining a radiant shield. This barrier, pulsating with silvery light, stood against the onslaught of dragon breath unleashed by the Darkan head.

Lurnel’s lips curled into a snarl as he swung the Tempest Blade in a wide arc. The motion was deceptively simple, but the power behind it was anything but. The blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of distorted space in its wake.

The Darkan pillars, confident in their shield’s resilience, failed to sense the danger until it was too late. The blade’s edge, imbued with the essence of a thousand storms, cut through the scales of one elder, a hulking dragon whose roar of pain echoed across the battlefield. Blood, dark and viscous, sprayed into the air, staining the ground below.

"GAAAAAAA!" the elder bellowed, his massive form staggering as the wound bled profusely. His scales, once impenetrable, now bore a jagged gash that pulsed with pain.

The second elder and the Darkan head had no time to react. Another swing of Lurnel’s blade followed, this time accompanied by a maelstrom of fire conjured by the Darkan head’s greatsword.

The flames roared forward, consuming the Silver shield in a blazing inferno. But the Tempest Blade, undeterred, sliced through the explosion with a single, precise cut, dissipating the fire as if it were mere mist. The air crackled with residual energy, and for a moment, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath.

Undaunted, the Darkan head transformed into a being of pure flame, his body wreathed in fire as he launched himself at Lurnel. The collision was thunderous, a clash of titans that sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Lurnel grunted, blood pooling in his mouth as he raised the Tempest Blade to block the onslaught. The impact drove him back.

The two Silver powerhouses rushed to aid their patriarch, only to be intercepted by the Darkan pillars. The battlefield erupted into chaos once more as the two sides clashed. Lurnel, seizing the moment, roared,

"Breath of Four Winds!" His voice carried the weight of command, and he stretched out his hand, the Tempest Blade glowing with a fierce light. The two powerhouses mirrored his gesture, their hands extended toward the cardinal points of the battlefield. The air shimmered as their combined power summoned hurricanes, each ten meters wide, spiraling with devastating force.

SHAAAAAAA...

The winds converged, their howls merging into a deafening roar as they formed a massive vortex that tore across the battlefield. The Darkan pillars, caught in the onslaught, morphed into their full dragon forms to withstand the attack.

Their scales gleamed under the onslaught, but the hurricanes battered them relentlessly, leaving gashes and tears in their once-invincible hides. The Darkan head, gripping his greatsword, reverted to his humanoid form, his body riddled with wounds. Thankfully, the attack wasn’t complete, as it was only carried out on three cardinal points, sparing them.

Small and medium-sized holes marred his flesh, a testament to the hurricanes’ power, yet his draconic resilience kept him standing.

"Ha... ha... ha..." he panted, his grip on the greatsword tightening. His mind raced, analyzing the battle. ’That blade can’t do much damage up close,’ he realized, noting the Tempest Blade’s limitations in close-quarters combat. But Lurnel was also smart. As he scanned the Darkan pillars with a calculating gaze, his mind piecing together their weaknesses. ’They’ve only just regained their powers. They haven’t fully mastered their draconic forms.’

Before the Darkan head could act on this realization, Lurnel struck again.

The Silver powerhouses unleashed a roar that took the form of a lion within their domain, its soundwave disrupting the Darkan’s fiery territory. The pillars shifted their formation, the two elders reverting to their dragon forms while the Darkan head remained in his humanoid state, his greatsword blazing with dragon breath. Fire erupted from the pillars, a coordinated assault that overwhelmed the Silver shield, scorching the powerhouses and reclaiming lost ground.

"Tch," Lurnel cursed under his breath. The Darkans had found a way to counter their defenses, combining close-range assaults with long-distance dragon breath. The Silver powerhouses struggled to maintain their footing, their bodies accumulating cuts and burns as the Darkan flames encroached on their domain.

The battle’s tide turned decisively when Lurnel’s left arm was severed in a brutal frontal assault. "Gahhh!" he screamed, pain contorting his features as blood poured from the wound.

The powerhouses rallied to protect him, their own conditions deteriorating under the relentless barrage. The Darkan head, sensing victory, morphed back into his dragon form, his scales gleaming with malevolent intent.

Together with the pillars, he unleashed a barrage of dragon breath, the flames intensifying into an inferno that threatened to consume the Silver powerhouses entirely.

[Just a little more. Attack!] the Darkan head roared, his voice a guttural command that spurred his allies forward. The fire surged, and the Silvers teetered on the brink of annihilation.

But then, like a miracle, the tide shifted.

Shuuuuuuuu...

A surge of divine energy washed over the battlefield, dousing the Darkan flames and restoring the Silver domain. The air itself seemed to bow to the Silvers’ will, the flames retreating as their territory expanded. The Darkan pillars froze, their eyes wide with shock as the markings on the Silver powerhouses’ foreheads glowed with an otherworldly intensity.

The Silver powerhouses raised their fingers, tracing intricate runes in the air. The clouds above churned, dark and ominous, as the atmosphere grew heavy with power.

"DIE!" Lurnel bellowed, his voice thick with fury as he swung the Tempest Blade downward. A concentrated wind tornado, summoned from the heavens like divine judgment, descended upon one of the Darkan pillars.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

A Darkan pillar was obliterated, its massive form reduced to a lifeless husk as it crashed to the ground. The Darkan head and the remaining pillar, already wounded, morphed into their humanoid forms and erected barriers in a desperate bid to retreat.

But the Silver onslaught was relentless. Another tornado slammed into the Darkan head, shattering his ancestral armor and sending him reeling. The injured pillar, clutching a useless treasure, fared no better, his defenses crumbling under the divine assault.

"Hahaha, you thought you could kill us after becoming dragons?" Lurnel taunted, his gaze shifting to a second battlefield in the sky. "Before I kill you, watch as your army crumbles."

The Darkan head and the surviving pillar, battered and broken, struggled to stay aloft.

Below, screams echoed as Lurnel and the powerhouses unleashed their divine judgment on Tasha’s battlefield. There, the Darkan forces faced utter devastation.