The Dragon King's Hated Bride
Chapter 108: Tough Fight

Chapter 108: Tough Fight

>>Draegon

Blood spattered across the cracked stone tiles as I staggered back, my breath ragged, my claws slick with the ichor of too many slain monsters. The sky was a lot lighter in color now and most of the horde had already been decimated. My men were exhausted, their bodies in tatters, their eyes hollow with strain. Many lay injured, their groans and coughs echoing through the battered halls of the palace grounds.

No matter how much I had trained them, this was still their first fight with the abyss monsters, thus the mass scale

But I couldn’t rest. Not with her still standing.

The horned woman stood not far from me, her pristine white robes now streaked with black blood. Her posture remained eerily composed, hands once again clasped in front of her chest like a priestess in mourning. Despite the gut wound I had torn into her midsection with my claws, she was still upright. Still watching me with that same haunting calm.

For two hours, we had traded blows. I had slammed her through stone columns, raked claws through her limbs, and lit entire sections of the courtyard ablaze in desperation. And yet she endured.

I had seen abyss creatures. I had fought many. But never one like her.

She had attacked without warning, with a speed I hadn’t thought possible. Hands that weren’t her own, that came from shadow and air, had pierced straight through me before I even had the chance to blink. I had retaliated with everything I had. Flame, muscle, fury. And still she remained. Her powers bent the air, dark and wrong, and every time I wounded her, the wounds bled something that looked more like oil than blood.

She moved again, and I tensed.

Her robe fluttered slightly, and those spectral limbs shot out again—a blur of claws and force. I roared and dropped low, skidding across the blood-slicked floor, barely avoiding them as they crashed into a wall behind me, sending up a wave of broken stone. I leapt into the air, spun, and exhaled a stream of fire, the inferno roaring down and slamming into her.

She shrieked, stumbling back, arms crossing her face.

The fire burned her robe away, exposing the grotesque patchwork of abyssal flesh beneath. Her stomach was split where I had clawed it, and I could see it now—the black, pulsing core buried deep within her gut.

I landed hard and dashed forward, dodging a swipe of her spectral arms. I feinted left, then twisted right, slipping through her defenses and ramming my claws into her midsection again.

She wept. It was odd to see her, it was a quiet gesture. Like one weeps quietly for lost lives.

I drove my arm in deeper. Felt the searing heat of the abyssal core—cold, unnaturally so—against my fingers.

Her claws sliced into my side. I grunted but held firm.

She slammed her fist into my jaw. The impact cracked bone. Blood filled my mouth. Still, I didn’t let go.

Another blow. My head rang.

Her blows were far too strong and my head spun too much I let her go. She was about to attack me when someone else attacked her.

A force slammed into her, the floor beneath her burst open. I steadiet myself and looked at who had come. As the dust settled, I saw Drakkar.

A moment of relief

Followed by anxiousness as the dust completely cleared. The nun had her in her grip. His attack did work, I saw that he had done some damage but it got her angry, With a pair still clasped in front of her, she had the second pair of limbs on his neck.

Before my headache settled, I launched myself at them again.

She saw and threw Drakkar at me, making me stop mid-air. Drakkar was about to crash into me when he flipped mid-air, took out his wings and flapped them to stabilise himself.

Then came and stepped on the ground next to me while we both kept our eyes on the nun

He coughed out some blood, "What the hell is she?" He asked and that’s when I noticed she had damaged the side of his gut

"Someone far stronger than any other monster we fought." I replied and the nun attacked us again.

We moved to opposite sides and coordinated our attacks.

With Drakkar it was easier to fight, especially because we had fought a war together.

We attacked again and to counter us she brought out a third pair of limbs. But this time we managed to do more damage on her.

The clash continued till the point Drakkar caught a hold of her from behind, binding her limbs and I grabbed the core in her gut.

She shrieked and tried to take flight, shadow wings bursting from her back, lifting her a few feet from the ground. I growled, anchoring myself by digging my heels into the floor. Drakkar did the same thing, dragging her down with me. I forced my free hand up, grasped the core—

She roared.

I stumbled back, gasping, the dark sphere pulsing in my bloodied hand. It writhed, a living thing, radiating malevolence that made my skin crawl.

I stumbled to my knees, brought it to my mouth, and inhaled deep.

The fire within my lungs ignited.

I exhaled everything.

A blast of hot flame engulfed the core. It screamed—a sound not of this world, it had a unique wailing sound. The core thrashed in my hand, trying to escape the fire, but I held it fast.

It wasn’t easy like the other cores, it wouldn’t break easily.

The nun got out of Drakkar’s grasp and thrashed him into the ground so hard, I heard his bones cracking. How was she this insanely strong? She was taking down dragons like little kids. Heavy dust engulfed them both as the ground shattered beneath Drakkar.

Then she came at me.

Fast

I kept my fire going but her hands reached for me, her long pointy fingernails started to dig into my skull.

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