CHAPTER 90: FRUSTRATION

[: 3rd POV :]

Melira’s chest heaved as the last remnants of her cataclysmic roar faded into the horizon.

Steam and mist rose from the ocean where entire waves had been erased, leaving only silence and the faint crackle of residual energy in the air.

Yet, before her... the barrier of the Forbidden Continent remained untouched—its bluish-white surface shimmering faintly, as if mocking her efforts.

With a sharp exhale, Melira’s scales receded, her horns and wings folding back into her body as she reverted to her humanoid form.

Her crimson, black, and gold aura flickered out, leaving her standing still—frowning, trembling slightly—not from exhaustion, but from the bitter weight of failure.

"It... didn’t even scratch it," she whispered, her voice low but trembling with disbelief.

Caelira stepped forward, her expression tight.

"It didn’t even make a dent?" she asked carefully, though she already knew the answer.

Melira closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe evenly, though her nails dug into her palms.

"Nothing’’

’’It absorbed everything... as if my power meant nothing at all."

A heavy silence lingered, broken only when the Spirit Empress Sylvene spoke softly, her gaze fixed on the unyielding barrier.

"That is no ordinary seal. It feeds on force—turning power into reinforcement. Any direct attack will only strengthen it."

The Demon King Xerath crossed his arms, his deep voice carrying frustration.

"So brute strength is useless here... even from her bloodline. Then how do we breach it?"

Melira’s eyes remained fixed on the barrier, her frown deepening.

"I don’t care what it takes... we will get through’’

Sylvene stepped closer, her tone calm but tinged with urgency.

"Then we must think—not just strike. This barrier was meant to keep the horrors in... and intruders out. But every seal has a key."

"And if there isn’t one?" Kaelgor, the Beast King, growled under his breath.

Melira turned to face them all, her voice firm despite the sorrow behind it.

"Then we will tear the world apart until we find a way’’

Melira’s sharp gaze turned toward Sylvene, desperation evident in the tightening of her fists.

"Then tell me, Sylvene—how do we break it? There has to be a way"

Sylvene met her eyes, her expression sorrowful yet steady.

Slowly, she shook her head.

"This barrier... it was not crafted lightly’’

’’It was forged with the lives of my friends—the First Generation of Rulers.

’’Their very souls became its foundation. To shatter it... You would need an equivalent force and energy to what they once were."

Melira’s brows furrowed, her voice trembling between fury and grief.

"Then we’ll gather it! Whatever it takes—we’ll find that power!"

Sylvene’s tone softened, yet her words struck like cold steel.

"You don’t understand’’

’’Melira, while your potential and strength had surpassed Diana...the First Generation... were not like us’’

’’They were different, not in terms of strength’’

’’They are not like the rulers you see here now’’

’’They were... different, and it was something beyond mortal comprehension’’

’’Recreating that level of force is...close to impossible."

A heavy silence fell over the gathered rulers.

Melira took a step forward, her eyes glinting with frustration.

"If the first generation is so great, then why seal this continent in the first place...?"

Sylvene’s voice rose, louder than before, trembling with memory.

"Because it wasn’t the monsters. Nor the countless Gates inside the Forbidden Continent. It was... him."

"...Him?" Empress Caelira repeated, her voice dropping to a whisper, a sense of dread creeping in.

Sylvene nodded, her tone grim.

"The First Generation sealed that land to halt the ascension of a certain being’’

’’A being who—should he come out...it would bring catastrophe not just to this world, but to the entire order of existence’’

’’That... was the true purpose of their sacrifice."

The air grew cold, heavy with unspoken fear.

Melira’s eyes burned with defiance, yet her voice cracked as she asked, "And my son... he is in there? Fighting through endless monsters... while that thing waits to descend?"

Sylvene lowered her head, her expression mournful.

"Yes...’’

Melira’s fists clenched until her nails dug into her palms.

Her eyes burned with unrelenting fury.

"I don’t care, whatever it takes, I will bring down this barrier!"

Xerath, the Demon King, stepped forward, his dark armour gleaming faintly under the stormlight

. "If sheer force is required, let me lead. My Infernal Abyss can consume land—it should be enough to weaken a barrier, no matter how divine."

Thrain, the Dwarf King, slammed his rune-encrusted warhammer into the deck.

"Hmph! Fire and brimstone alone cannot break something crafted by the hands of gods’’

’’But... I will lend my might, no matter the cost."

Empress Caelira’s silver hair fluttered as she raised her staff.

"If life were the price of this seal, perhaps a concentrated surge of magic from all our realms could unravel it."

Sylvene’s golden eyes flickered with unease, though her voice remained steady.

"Then we must combine our forces. I cannot guarantee success—but for him, we have no other choice."

Melira’s gaze hardened.

"Then we strike together. No hesitation. No mercy."

The air above the Forbidden Continent thickened, charged with energy so potent it made the sea below rise in monstrous waves.

Xerath unleashed the Infernal Abyss, a swirling vortex of black and crimson fire that devoured everything it touched.

Thrain jumped and struck the barrier with his hammer, sending shockwaves of stone and iron ripping toward the barrier.

Caelira chanted in the Ancient Tongue, her emerald light infused with centuries of elven magic, piercing the dark clouds.

Sylthara, the Dragon Empress, roared, letting out a torrent of golden flames and draconic energy that warped the very air.

Kaelgor, the Beast King, bellowed, sending waves of pure primal force into the heavens.

Sylvene wove strands of the Spirit energy, her ethereal light coiling like serpents around her, guiding the energy toward the barrier.

Melira, at the heart of the assault, transformed into Doom of Eternal – Genesis Extinction, her crimson-black-gold aura swirling violently as she exhaled the Breath of Nihil once more.

The energies collided in a single, cataclysmic surge—a convergence of fire, stone, spirit, dragon, nature, and pure destruction.

Thunder cracked, the oceans roared, and the skies tore open under the immense power.

And yet... the barrier did not break.

It absorbed every ounce of their combined might, rippling faintly, then returning to its serene, unyielding state.

Melira’s transformation faded, and she fell to one knee.

"No... how is this possible?"

Xerath’s jaw tightened. "Not even that? Impossible..."

Thrain’s voice was low and grim.

"It’s as if the world itself denies us entry."

Sylvene’s golden eyes shone with sorrow.

"The will of the First Generation is absolute. Even all of us together... we are nothing compared to them."

Caelira gripped her staff, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then... what do we do? Leave him there? Alone?"

Melira’s crimson-gold eyes flared, her aura pulsing even without her transformation.

"No. We do not stop. If strength fails, we will find another way’’

’’I will tear open the heavens themselves if I must... but I will not leave my son to face that place alone."

The rulers exchanged solemn glances.

The barrier stood, impervious, but the determination in Melira’s eyes reminded them all why they had come. The Forbidden Continent might be sealed against the world—but it was not sealed against a mother’s wrath.

Eventually, Melira’s patience and restraint were exhausted.

Her eyes, normally calm yet piercing, now burned with the fury of millennia.

With a guttural growl that resonated across the skies, she invoked the full power of her strongest bloodline dragon—her 3rd form.

[: Doom of Eternal – Third Form, Eternal Ragnarok :]

In an instant, the air itself seemed to warp around her.

Scales of molten obsidian and shimmering crimson surged along her massive form, claws sharp enough to pierce realities, wings spanning across the horizon, thrumming with destructive energy.

Her body expanded at an impossible rate, growing until she eclipsed entire continents, her colossal form floating ominously above the Forbidden Continent.

The sky darkened further as the storm answered her call.

Lightning split the heavens, each strike trembling as if the world itself feared her.

Her roar—deep, echoing, almost alive—shattered the silence of existence:

"FALL OF RAGNAROK!"

The words alone carried the weight of annihilation.

A blinding wave of energy erupted from her maw, spiralling outward in a storm of crimson and black, twisting the very fabric of reality.

Around her, the dimension itself bent and buckled, warping like a mirror in heat before snapping back, leaving the landscape scorched, broken, and trembling in terror.

Seas boiled and evaporated under the pressure of her presence.

Mountains cracked as if fragile toys beneath her power.

The sky cleared, the clouds torn apart by the magnitude of her release.

Entire storms that had raged for centuries were silenced in the wake of her wrath.

And yet... even with such apocalyptic power, even after unleashing the full magnitude of her Third Form, the barrier stood unwavering, unyielding against her might.

Not a single scratch marred its surface.

For a brief heartbeat, the fury in her eyes faltered—not from fear, but from disbelief.

Even this—the culmination of power, the wrath of a god-born dragon—could not pierce the defences that protected the Forbidden Continent.

Melira hovered there, colossal and indomitable, her roar fading into a low, seething hum, her gaze fixed on the impervious barrier as the world itself trembled beneath the weight of her frustration.