A year had swiftly passed since the dragons and giants officially went to war.
Countless worlds in the Prime Material Plane were engulfed in the flames of battle, with dragon breath and giant stomps causing turmoil and destruction across many realms.
Yet, all intelligent beings understood that this was merely the prelude.
Though the gods of the giants and the gods of the dragons had clashed a few times in the outer planes, these encounters were minor skirmishes with no gods falling or getting injured.
At the war's outset, the gods were still testing each other.
Meanwhile, the races loyal to these gods were fighting with their own blood for their deities.
Dragon territories and lairs were being destroyed by giants, while giant tribes and cities were being reduced to ashes by dragons. The deep-seated hatred between the two sides only intensified with each life lost, reaching a state of no quarter given or taken.
In fact, the gods' call to arms was hardly necessary.
The inherent animosity between dragons and giants meant both sides were eager to kill each other, regardless of the cost.
The gods merely lit the fuse, and the war between dragons and giants erupted like a wildfire.
On the continent of Baroda, one of the Prime Material worlds.
In the vast wilderness, the roars of dragons and giants filled the air, carried by the wind to every corner.
Both intelligent and magical creatures, as well as savage beasts, fled the battlefield in panic, driven by the terror of the dragons and giants' war. However, some daring individuals risked their lives to seek fortune amidst the chaos.
This was the territory of the giants.
Within a dense forest stood a city led by storm giants, where various types of giants lived together.
Today, this storm giant city was under attack from the dragon army.
Dragons swooped through the sky, unleashing breath attacks and spells on the giant territory. On the ground, the dragon-affiliated armies clashed relentlessly with the giant slaves.
Fire and smoke filled the air.
Thunder and blood danced together.
As the war raged on, the once lush forest quickly became ravaged, with even mountain peaks leveled, and the earth cracked and scarred as if struck by an earthquake.
"Basel, since you're here, die here!"
Boom!
Thunder roared onto the battlefield, instantly turning nearby dragon soldiers to ash.
Then, the storm giant leader hurled a spear of lightning at a massive ancient dragon over fifty meters long.
This ancient dragon, clad in scales like amethyst crystals and exuding a regal aura, was the leader of the gem dragons—the amethyst dragon.
Facing the demigod giant's attack, the ancient amethyst dragon unleashed its breath.
A crystalline substance shot from the dragon's mouth, colliding with the lightning spear.
Boom!
The violent explosion generated a shockwave, mixed with electric currents and explosive crystal shards, blasting away dragons and giants alike.
"Foolish giant."
"Cease your futile struggle. We dragons will prevail."
The dragon's roar echoed like thunder in the clouds.
The ancient amethyst dragon descended from the sky, its colossal body brimming with power, charging at the storm giant.
The storm giant met the dragon head-on, swinging a thunder-clad fist skyward.
The storm giant leader and the ancient amethyst dragon were the strongest combatants of their respective races in this world.
Their battle was so fierce that many dragons and giants had to steer clear of their combat zone, continuing their own fights.
Time passed slowly.
After seven days and nights, the demigod battle had left both sides wounded, their strength waning.
However, the storm giant leader held the geographic advantage on home turf.
This area was a natural lightning convergence zone, perpetually shrouded in clouds with constant thunder. The storm giant leader drew upon this power, continually replenishing his strength.
Surrounded by countless bolts of lightning, the storm giant leader clashed once more with the ancient amethyst dragon.
The dragon's chest scales shattered under a punch, while the giant's arm was lacerated, bleeding heavily.
"It's useless. You can't outlast me."
"Even if your entire dragon army perishes here, you won't take my city!"
The storm giant leader declared.
The ancient amethyst dragon glanced at the battlefield.
Indeed, the attackers bore more pressure than the defenders. Given the balance of power, defeating the giant city seemed nearly impossible.
This wasn't the first dragon assault on the city; previous attempts had all been repelled. The giant's advantage in the lightning zone made them relentless and formidable.
Moreover, due to Garon's limited divine power, the Dragonweave didn't cover all worlds. This world lacked the Dragonweave, leaving dragons unable to replenish energy from it. Even the most powerful original magic goddess couldn't extend her Weave over all Prime Material worlds, so this was expected.
Despite these circumstances, the ancient amethyst dragon remained calm, with a determined look in its eyes.
Gazing at the storm giant leader, his old foe, the dragon spoke in a low, reverent voice: "I can't conquer your city on my own."
"But who said I have no allies?"
"This time, you won't hold the giant city!"
With that, the ancient amethyst dragon's expression grew solemn, and it began chanting in draconic.
The storm giant leader's eyes narrowed in unease.
In the next moment, the dragon's pupils turned platinum, and its aura transformed, becoming deep, serene, and god-like, compelling reverence.
"Damn."
The giant's premonition of doom flared just as the dragon lunged.
Simultaneously, the thunderbolts around the dragon froze, as did the smoke and flames, all suspended in a stasis field.
The storm giant leader, caught in the temporal field, strained but couldn't move.
Struggling to muster the power of the storm, the giant broke free after a few seconds, but it was too late. A massive, crystal-clawed hand was already upon him.
Rip!
The dragon's claw pierced the giant's throat, brutally tearing his head off.
The ancient amethyst dragon, its divine aura dissipating, its eyes reverting to normal, proclaimed: "Great Dragon Court Lord, Eternal Dragon of Time, the ancient amethyst dragon Yabo thanks you for your power!"
Holding the giant's head aloft, the dragon roared: "The storm giant leader is dead. Giants, submit to the dragons or die!"
Before the Dragonfall War, when dragons ruled the skies and lands, they loved capturing giant slaves.
Now was no different. With their endurance and strength, giants made excellent slaves for dragon lords.
Hearing the dragon, a few giants dropped their weapons, recalling the ancient fear of dragon domination, and knelt, trembling.
Over ninety percent of the giants, however, cursed and refused to surrender.
"Dragon warriors, kill every defiant giant!"
Despite its wounds, the ancient amethyst dragon rampaged through the battlefield, an unstoppable force, quickly decimating the remaining giants.
As time passed, the triumphant roars of dragons echoed in the sky.
Meanwhile, the giants' morale plummeted, despair spreading across their faces.
Soon, the battlefield quieted as the dragons completely took over the giant city.
At the same time.
The Dragon Court, bustling due to the war, saw countless gates to other planes and countless legendary dragons and quasi-divine dragons moving in and out, many injured but still battle-hungry.
As the gathering place for most high-level dragons, during the war, the Dragon Court served as a command center below the gods, bustling with activity. Many legendary dragons were constantly on the move, striking at enemies across various worlds.
The legendary dragons didn't mind; they were enthusiastic and dedicated.
Their previous victories gave them unshakeable confidence in another dragon victory, believing that after this war, the dream of restoring dragon glory would no longer be just a dream but a reality.
Since the war began, the previously packed grand arena had become quiet. The warlike legendary dragons of the Dragon Court no longer needed arena fights to vent their energy; their new targets were the giants, and they could now kill without restraint.
Additionally, compared to elves, dragons had always preferred fighting giants.
In the Hall of Eternity.
The silver dragon, with eyes half-closed, slowly opened its eyes.
Above Garon's head, one of his three pairs of dragon horns glowed faintly, emitting waves powerful enough to cross planar barriers.
As the Dragon Court grew stronger, the Dragon Court Pact also became more powerful, rivaling even the most powerful artifacts.
Through the Dragon Court Pact, Garon oversaw the war across various worlds, intervening with his will and power when appropriate, assisting Dragon Court members in battle, like a god's avatar.
Moments ago, Garon had enabled an ancient amethyst dragon to achieve victory.
The most powerful giant in that world, the storm giant leader, had just been killed. Unless the giants brought in a new demigod giant from another world, the giants in that world would be slowly eradicated, losing their power.
Garon himself rarely acted directly anymore.
Unlike during the War of Glory, when Garon roamed various worlds like a war fanatic, hunting powerful elven demigods non-stop.
Back then, he was partly venting his anger from an ambush, despite knowing the elves were likely not to blame, and partly indulging in the respect and admiration of his peers, satisfying his dragon vanity.
He also wanted to test his demigod powers, hence his fervor.
Now, Garon had matured and found no interest in slaughtering demigod giants.
Only truly powerful foes could excite him now.
Simply sitting in the Hall of Eternity, channeling his power through the Dragon Court Pact to aid his dragons in battle, already tipped many battles in their favor, a form of combat in itself.
"However, the war has been raging for over a year now."
"Yet, no formidable adversaries have emerged. It's dull."
The silver dragon shook his head in boredom.
Not only Garon, but the gods of both the dragons and the giants primarily engaged through avatars. Their true forms rarely clashed in the outer planes.
If Garon hadn't killed the storm giant leader so swiftly, a giant deity's avatar would have soon arrived to battle Garon's avatar.
Garon had faced this scenario multiple times.
He glanced at the bottom of his dragon nest.
The young force dragon seemed to be in a semi-awake state, her aura stabilizing, and her biological level had finally broken through to sixty, officially becoming a quasi-deity. She just hadn't awakened yet.
"She should wake up soon."
The river of time flowed quietly.
Garon withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and resumed his light slumber while continuing to monitor the war across various worlds. He used his avatar to travel between worlds, silently assisting the Dragon Court members in their battles.
Some time later.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the silver dragon's brow furrowed, then slowly relaxed.
Garon opened his eyes, and a look of anticipation gleamed in his platinum dragon pupils.
"Finally, a worthy opponent has arrived."
The dragon slowly stood up, stretching his spine like a cat, cracking his joints, and shaking his massive wings, causing gusts of wind.
The next moment, the river of time rippled, and the silver dragon's body turned into a dreamy phantom, disappearing from sight.
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