The walls of the great arena of Cælora resounded with the echo of the footsteps of the assembly. BOOM... BOOM... Volmeryn Vorthyx, the Dragon King, sat on his throne with the vampire Duke Darius, Lyara, Carlos, and Trôk at his side, who were intently watching a clash between two dragons-gods.
Lysandros and Arelon stood in the center of the arena, and each displayed an expression of concentration. The other dragons, meanwhile, watched from behind. CRAAACK – The ground under their feet was starting to crack. This duel would not only be a show of strength, but also a way for Volmeryn to better understand who among his allies was best suited to defend Cælora.
Lyara: «This fight is going to be something to see. I bet Lysandros will crush them all with his raw power.»
Carlos: «Lysandros is powerful, but Arelon has nothing to envy him. If you ask me, I think it's Arelon who will end up dominating.»
Trôk burst out laughing. "BWAHAHAHA!" «Arelon? You're kidding, aren't you? Lysandros could erase him in the blink of an eye.»
Darius: «It's all about strategy. Brute strength is nothing without finesse of mind. These dragons must prove that they are more than fighters: they must be strategists.»
Volmeryn stood up and said in the arena, "LET THE FIGHT BEGIN!"
The arena, suddenly, was transformed into a battlefield. BOOMOOOM! Lysandros spread his wings in all their glory, ready for battle.
Lysandros: «Get ready, Arelon. You'll understand what it means to be a real dragon.»
Arelon: «I prefer to let myself be surprised. I just hope you're not rusty, Lysandros.»
Lysandros rushed at Arelon with his fingers imbued with a crackling dark energy ready to lacerate him. CRZZZT!
«You won't have time to joke.»
But Arelon anticipated his movement and dodged with a bound. SWISH! In his icy voice he murmured:
[Meteor of Divine Judgment.]
With a gesture, BOOOOM!, he summoned a huge flaming meteor surrounded by a divine halo. The huge fiery mass sliced through the air as it crashed into Lysandros' path, and he had to flap his wings quickly to avoid the impact. KABOOM! A shockwave spread through the arena and raised a cloud of flames.
Trôk (with a surprised smile): «Arelon is wasting no time. It's not a fight, it's a duel of artists.»
Darius (arms crossed): «Lysandros has the experience. He knows that this is just the beginning.»
Lysandros would stand up in the air creating whoosh bursts that kicked up debris in the arena.
«Do you want to play with the sky? Very good.»
Suddenly, the energies around him condensed vrrrmmm.
[Fall of the Infernal Meteor!]
An abyssal black meteor, surrounded by infernal flames, descended from the skies at a rapid fwoooosh speed, and headed straight for Arelon.
Arelon, concentrated, responded to the attack without hesitation.
[Divine Flame of the Infernus.]
An explosion of golden flames came out of his hands BOOOOM and collided with the black meteor. The two energies collided shaking the arena with a titanic shock KRRRRSHHH!
Carlos (burst out laughing): «Lysandros is not afraid to destroy everything. He wants to win, no matter the cost.»
Lyara (fascinated): «Arelon is brilliant, but this raw power of Lysandros is terrifying.»
Lysandros: «Do you think you can compete with my power?!»
He clenched his fists as he focused a dark energy around him ZZZZHHH.
[Black Flame of the Abyss.]
A wave of black flames was spreading FOOOOSH! by burning everything in its path.
Arelon, still unperturbed, raised his hand:
[Flame of the Lost Aeons.]
A blue flame, ancient and unchanging, appeared WOOOM! by annihilating the black flames and then creating a blinding burst of light SHIIIIING! .
Volmeryn: «Interesting, he manages to manipulate a flame that transcends even time.»
Lysandros, far from giving up, swooped down with his hands surrounded by a dark WHOOOSH!
[Creation of Living Darkness.]
Countless shadows appeared around him taking monstrous GRAAAAH forms and rushing at Arelon.
Nethrath: «Impressive spell of Lysandros. But Arelon is not the type to be surprised.»
Arelon took a step forward and then murmured:
[Dark prison.]
The shadows that came in his direction were immediately absorbed into a dark sphere SHOOOM! and sealed in a parallel dimension.
Lysandros was getting furious GRRRR, but he wasn't short of resources.
Lysandros: «You want to lock up my darkness? Then march with them!»
He used another of his dark skills:
[Darkwalker.]
Her body, suddenly, became a vaporous silhouette FWOOOSH! , and his movements became faster than ever ZZZZH.
Arelon sensed the danger, but he remained focused: «I see... So, let's dance.»
Lysandros was now striking with unequalled rapidity—no, a rapidity that defied measure. WHAM WHAM WHAM! Every shot he threw was so swift that even time was unable to keep up with his movement. His fist appeared everywhere at once, it was a myriad of superimposed shadows that the universe itself could no longer contain the infinite cadence of its attacks.
Arelon dodged with calculated moves—at least, he tried. SWISH SWISH! But faced with a speed that transcended all limits, his body struggled to keep up. His sharp reflexes were derisory in the face of this avalanche of attacks.
A blow that he thought he had avoided hit his chest without warning. CRACK! The pain was exploding in his ribs. Another hit his shoulder before he could even figure out where he was coming from. BOOM! Each dodge became a desperate attempt, it was a fight against the inevitable. Even when he anticipated, his movements were slowed down in a reality that no longer followed the same rules as Lysandros.
The strikes were so fast that they beat him in time, inflicting wounds on him before he could even perceive them.
Sepharon: «We have to recognize one thing. It's not just a duel of power. It's a duel of intelligence and strategy.»
Lysandros, still driven by his rage, unleashed one last attack.
[Fall of the Infernal Meteor!]
Arelon, in order not to be crushed, responded to the attack by quickly raising his hand.
[Meteor of Divine Judgment.]
The two meteors collided KAABOOOOM! and put the arena in total chaos CRAAAAACK ! . But amid the debris and dust WOOOSH, the two dragons remained standing with their bodies unharmed.