Chapter 450 Clash Of Ice And Fire

Chapter 450 Clash Of Ice And Fire

Just as Drakar smiled menacingly upon seeing the tip of his dagger about to pierce Rowena's heart, his eyes widened when she suddenly raised her hand.

Rowena's swift reaction took Drakar aback as her deft maneuver caused his dagger to plunge into her shoulder instead of her heart. Drakar's brows raised in disbelief, not understanding her ploy until the blood that seeped from her wound erupted into fierce, consuming flames. N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.

"Yargh!" The intense crimson fire spread rapidly, engulfing his arm and eliciting a primal growl of pain from him as he instinctively recoiled.

"Your insignificant experience can never match up to the instincts of my forefathers," Rowena declared, her voice cold and heavy as she delivered a powerful kick to Drakar's chest. The force of her strike resonated through the air, a shockwave rippling outward as Drakar was sent hurtling backward. His body carved a long, devastating path through the earth, the ground crumbling beneath the sheer force of her attack.

Yet, Drakar's resilience was not to be underestimated. His jet-black wings unfurled magnificently, beating against the inferno that sought to consume him, quelling the flames and stabilizing his form. He rose from the wreckage, anger seething in his eyes, a tempest brewing within. It was an affront to his pride, a challenge to his reign, to be outmaneuvered by someone of her youth, let alone a Drake.

In that critical moment, Drakar's gaze fell upon Asher's limp form, being carefully secured within the carriage by Naida. His lips twisted into a smirk, a dark stratagem forming in his mind, "Grab that alien!" he barked at Lysandra, his command cutting through the tense air, "I will take care of her on my own," He added as his gaze shifted back to Rowena.

Lysandra realized this was the perfect opportunity. Naida and that Bloodborn Guard were in a weakened state, and she could easily grab Asher and leave on the pretext of hiding Asher until Drakar was done dealing with Rowena.

Rowena's heart clenched at the sight of Asher's motionless body. Fear and concern flooded her senses as she wondered why he was still here. But knowing him, she didn't have to guess further.

But as Lysandra's form vanished into thin air, Rowena didn't have the time to drown in her worry and knew she had to stop her before she got close to Asher.

Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest as she propelled herself towards the carriage, her determination unwavering despite the obstacles that lay in her path. However, her advance was abruptly halted as the fabric of space itself seemed to ripple and contort, revealing Drakar in her trajectory. With a powerful beat of his steel-like wings, he sent her crashing to the ground with tremendous force.

Undeterred, Rowena rose from the dust, her gaze locking with Drakar's smug expression, "You are going to die in vain by trying to save someone whose fate is sealed," he taunted, his smirk brimming with confidence.

But the skies above betrayed his triumph, as a sudden cascade of flames engulfed him as the majestic figure of Flaralis soared above him.

Drakar reappeared at a safe distance, visibly scorched and seething with rage, fortunate to have escaped by a hair's breadth.

His eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in the charred remains of Lorvo and his 1000-man strong contingent, a grim reminder of the true might of Rowena's dragon. But it only made him feel even more determined to kill it as fast as possible.

Meanwhile, Naida stood protectively before the carriage, her usually vibrant face now ashen and drained after trying to alleviate Asher's pain again.

The battlefield of chaos and destruction seemed to freeze for a moment as Rowena's gaze shifted back to the carriage, her heart pounding with a single, all-consuming focus—Asher's safety. The carriage door was wrenched away with ruthless force by Lysandra, revealing Asher's vulnerable, unconscious form within. The sight of his weakened state sent a shiver of dread through Rowena, though all her exits were surrounded by draconians.

But in that instant, the air crackled with latent power, a sudden shift that drew every eye to the unfolding scene. Before Lysandra could even comprehend the threat, she was forced to evade a barrage of bloody spike crystals, their sharp edges glistening with lethal intent. With reflexes honed in countless battles, she reappeared a safe distance away, her gaze locking onto the source of the attack.

Emerging from the settling haze, a feminine figure took her stand near the carriage. The woman exuded an aura of menacing grace.

Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall of moonlight, framing a face marked by eerie red eyes that burned with darkness.

Her gown, a masterpiece of black fabric adorned with intricate dragon embroidery, wrapped firmly around her voluptuous figure.

Lysandra, her brows furrowing, addressed the newcomer, "Rebecca Drake...I wasn't expecting to see you here now," she uttered, her words hanging heavy in the charged air.

Rebecca's response was a venomous scoff, a sound that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them, "You draconian bitch...Did you really imprison my son?" she hissed, her voice a blend of wrath and raw maternal fury. Lysandra, her posture unyielding, her expression as cold and hard as ice, responded with a chilling indifference, "What if I did?" The air around her seemed to grow colder, her presence an unmovable force.

The revelation struck Rebecca like a physical blow, her eyes trembling with a tempest of emotions. She initially thought Asher contacted her out of nowhere to mess with her. But to think that he was really telling the truth...

But her voice was steady, laced with a deadly promise, "You give him back to me now, or I will suck every drop of blood from your body and let some wretched dogs feast on your dried corpse."

But Lysandra's retort was as frigid as the deepest winter, her words cutting through the air like shards of ice, "I was planning to end his misery soon. But your flimsy threat only makes me want to extend your son's stay in my dungeon—not that you would live to see it." Flames, dark and menacing, erupted from her hands.

Hearing Lysandra's words, Rebecca suddenly burst into laughter, which sounded dark and foreboding, filling the air.

But the next moment, her laughter died down as the air transformed into a chilling silence punctuated by her eerie, dark smile, "Bitch, I heard your precious youngest son had his flesh carved out like a pathetic dog before he died to someone weaker and younger than him. It's a pity he isn't alive to see how I am going to do the same to his mother."

Saying so, Rebecca shot towards Lysandra with her fangs extended and her eyes filled with killing intent.

Lysandra, whose face had remained calm, suddenly shook with fury upon hearing her words as her figure also became a blur of speed and power, emanating an aura of implacable fury.

The very earth beneath them seemed to tremble in anticipation as these two terrifyingly powerful women collided in a maelstrom of wrath and retribution.