Third Person’s POV
Instead, they were lethal and fatal.
Sensing that a brief stalemate had ford between the two overwhelming forces, Isha made a swift decision.
A low shout escaped her lips, and a sharp, resolute expression settled onto her face.
In the next instant, the nine white dragon claws extending from her body ignited.
Pure white flas burst forth along their edges and started burning with a calm yet terrifying intensity.
The radiant flas grew rapidly and swelled outward, enveloping the claws entirely.
And despite the oppressive pressure of the dark realm, reinforcing the spears and working relentlessly against her, the dragon claws surged forward with unstoppable force as they overpowered the dark spears.
One by one, the claws tightened their grip around the spearheads, their fingers closing with absolute precision.
Then, in perfect unison, the claws swelled with power before snapping shut.
A deafening crack echoed through the air as the spears shattered cleanly in half.
Unlike the crystalline dragon claws, the dark spears were physical weapons that had been forged and manifested with substance.
Even so, the mont their blades broke, the white flas devoured the remaining shafts and burned them down into nothingness.
Yet the victory was fleeting as the encroaching dark realm surged forward once more, swallowing the lingering white flas and snuffing them out completely.
The oppressive darkness closed in around Isha again, its intent unmistakable—to prevent her from aiding the little duchess, who was currently locked in a deadly struggle within a realm where she was at a severe disadvantage.
Knowing that, Isha lowered her gaze to Ethan.
She knew that if she were free of him, she could have easily interfered in the battle at full strength, but she also understood that Ethan was the dark emperor’s true objective.
Leaving him exposed was not an option or rashly jumping into that battle was not an option as the dark emperor might be eagerly waiting for her to commit this mistake.
With that realisation, she steadied herself, accepting that she would have to advance cautiously, one step at a ti, and remain on the defensive for now.
Moving forward steadily, she approached the point where Altheria and Dajjal were locked in combat.
Along the way, she calmly faced and dismantled various spells and sinister manifestations launched toward her by Dajjal and dispersed them with precise movents and minimal effort.
Her advance was asured and unwavering, and just as she was about to fully enter the epicentre of the battle, sothing incredible happened.
Behind Dajjal’s monstrous demon god manifestation, a sudden and silent spatial fluctuation appeared.
It was so instantaneous and so perfectly concealed that Dajjal had no ti to sense it, forget about any chance to defend against it.
Seeing it, Isha’s eyes widened, and so did Altheria’s.
As they watched with rapt attention, from the black spatial vortex, a colossal black dragon claw erupted without warning.
It was enormous, easily the size of Dajjal’s demon god manifestation’s torso as it pierced straight through the manifestation’s body with devastating precision.
The manifestation shuddered violently, and for the first ti, fear flickered across the cruel, insidious dark eyes of the demon god as it stared down at the massive claw impaling its torso.
Before it could react in any other way, a second claw erged just as silently from the vortex and drove itself through the lower half of the manifestation, pinning it in place by tightly grasping its lower body in its dark grasp.
It was then that chaos followed.
A swirling sphere of blood shot out from the heart of the bloody tornado and slamd directly into the demon god manifestation.
The sphere was dense and unstable, packed with countless chaotic, razor sharp wind blades that collided and shredded against one another inside it.
The instant it entered the demon god’s body, this ti without encountering any resistance from the twin sabres and the dark armour, it detonated.
The demon god’s eyes and gaping mouth flared bright red in the next second as if a bloody sun had risen in him.
In the next mont, its massive form was torn apart into billions of fragnts by the apocalyptic windstorm raging within it.
Armour fragnts and dark energy were shredded simultaneously, erased in a fraction of a second.
Strangely, the mont the bloody sphere pierced the manifestation, the two enormous black dragon claws vanished, and the spatial vortex collapsed just as silently as it had appeared, disappearing as though it had never existed at all.
The battlefield fell into a brief, eerie stillness.
For a brief mont, it appeared as though the dark emperor had been completely destroyed and his existence erased under the combined assault of Altheria and the mysterious ambusher.
The space he had occupied felt strangely hollow and almost empty, yet both Isha and Altheria knew better that such an existence would not fall so easily, no matter how overwhelming their attack had seed.
In the very next second, Isha sensed an extrely subtle spatial fluctuation beside her.
It was faint and so minute that most beings would never have noticed it, but she felt it clearly.
Even so, she did not tense or grow wary.
Instead, she calmly turned toward the source, a gentle smile forming on her beautiful face as if she had been expecting this arrival all along.
A figure erged from the spatial vortex like a ghost stepping out of thin air.
Twin dragon horns, similar in shape and size to Isha’s own, rose from the woman’s head as she stepped fully into existence.
Her presence carried a heavy, oppressive weight, one that made the surrounding air feel colder.
She was none other than Nyx, the dark dragoness and Ethan’s master, who had just arrived here after receiving Altheria’s urgent ssage.
Her dark golden eyes were filled with a bone chilling coldness.
The golden pupils within them narrowed sharply into thin slits as her gaze locked onto Isha without hesitation.
There was no warmth, no curiosity in them, but only suspicion and restrained hostility.
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