CHAPTER 1094: BLASTING

Erend’s punch sent molten fragments scattering through the air, and for a heartbeat, he thought the wyvern would stay down. But then it twitched again. Its half-destroyed head began reforming through writhing veins of glowing magma or some kind of sludge materials in orange red.

He grimaced. "Damn it... they’re more durable than I thought."

"They’re stronger than they should be! These aren’t normal monsters!" Aesa’s voice broke through the roar of battle.

Erend clenched his jaw. She was right. These monsters weren’t like the usual corrupted beasts or summoned shades.. They fought with ferocity and resilience more than the creatures he’d faced before.

He could feel the raw and unnatural power radiating from each one of them.

"If this is the first wave, he thought, then what will come next?"

For a moment, a flicker of unease crept into his chest. This world had already died and now the entity was using its own ruin as a weapon against them and maybe enhancing their power as well.

But when he turned, that feeling faded.

Eccar stood among a storm of shattered rock and molten shards. The attacks that he delivered shook the ground, sending shockwaves that splintered monsters into rubble and ash.

A few meters beside him Aesa moved like a streak of blue frost. Her ice cut through the heat, freezing beasts in the middle of their movements before shattering them with blasts of pressure.

And then there was Krono. His every motion bending the air around him. He weaved through enemies effortlessly, his fists and legs breaking through bodies that aged and decayed on contact, disintegrating as time itself ate away at their forms. His attacks weren’t just strength alone but also inevitability.

Watching them, Erend felt a breath of relief escape his chest.

"Right... I’m not alone." He smiled faintly, heat and lightning sparking around his shoulders. "We’re Dragonborns and our power could be said to be standing at the peak of the worlds."

He surged forward again. Fire bursting from beneath his feet as he collided with a mass of deformed wyverns.

His body blazed with lightning. He killed through them like a living storm of lightning and fire.

The battlefield turned into chaos. Flame, frost, earth, and gold light intertwined under the red sky.

Wave after wave of monsters came at them, each of them feels stronger and more twisted than the last. The scorched land trembled under the weight of their struggle.

Creatures burst from fissures, from the fog, and from the air itself. Some like crawling shadows with solid forms and the others were towering titans of fused flesh and stone and orange red materials.

But the four of them tore through them all with ease.

Eccar raised walls of rock that crushed entire packs. Aesa froze molten rivers of black water into crystalline shards that exploded like shrapnel. Krono accelerated time for his allies, slowing their enemies until every movement turned sluggish and easy to shatter.

Erend became a whirlwind of stormfire. His attacks leave trails of molten light as his fists burn holes through anything in his way.

But the waves still didn’t stop. They fought without rest. Their breath steaming in the scorched air and their auras clashing with the corrupted Magic that filled the land.

Then they saw that the ground ahead split open.

The earth tore apart with a deafening crack, revealing a chasm so vast that even the crimson lightning couldn’t pierce its depth. From below came a pulsing glow of ominous red-black radiance that made the air vibrate and their skin prickle.

The Magic that poured out was so dense it felt physical, pressing against their skins.

Aesa stepped closer, her expression tense. "What is this place?"

Krono’s eyes glimmered faintly gold as he stared into the abyss.

"This... is where most of the dead creatures gather. But not all of them are truly gone."

Eccar frowned. "What do you mean?"

"There are creatures sleeping down there," Krono said quietly. "Old beasts whose essence never fully died when the world fell. The entity binds them here, using their half-living soul as fuel. Their hearts still pulse with Magic and waiting for a call to rise again."

The chasm shuddered, and the red glow pulsed brighter for a moment like something beneath was stirring.

"If those things wake up..." Erend trailed off.

"They will," Krono interrupted, his voice heavy. "When we step any closer to the spire, the entity will rouse them. It’s saving them for last."

Aesa exhaled slowly, frost curling from her lips even in the burning air. "We just have to be ready when that happens."

Erend looked over the edge once more, the abyss reflecting in his eyes. "Well, let it send whatever it wants," he thought. "We’ll tear through everything it throws at us."

He turned toward the spire rising in the distance. Its shadow cutting through the chaos.

"So, we just jump through this chasm?" Eccar asked, cracking his neck as his gaze followed the endless darkness below.

"Not yet," Krono replied, his tone calm but sharp. "Let’s hit it first and destroy as much as we can before we go further."

"Alright," Eccar said with a grin, slamming his fists together. Golden-brown energy erupted from his body and swirling around him. The ground beneath his feet split open and from it, massive pillars of rock shot upward and he sent it piercing into the abyss.

Erend stepped forward next. His aura flared. Fire and lightning intertwined until the air itself warped from the heat.

Then he swung both arms downward, releasing a torrent of blazing lightning and fire that streaked into the chasm then exploding into a sea of white-blue flames that lit the darkness.

Aesa’s hands glowed with pale azure light. The heat around them turned to mist and then to shards. Hundreds of spears of ice formed above her before plunging down like rain or hail.

The three attacks merged below—light, fire, and frost converging in a cataclysmic blast that made the entire darkness tremble.

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