novelraw Chapter 187: The Crimson Night [15]
Chapter 187: The Crimson Night [15]
Chapter 187: The Crimson Night [15]
The archangel gave a slight bow with striking elegance, placing his right hand over his armored chest in greeting.
"It is an honor to meet you, ancient guardian of the north and this world."
The expression on his face suddenly turned cold, and the light in his eyes became unsettling.
Solariel slowly raised the spear woven from starlight in his hand and pointed it toward Cryomara’s massive heart.
In response to this false courtesy, Cryomara released a freezing breath between her teeth. Her massive blue eyes narrowed with hatred.
Solariel replied without losing that irritating, humble expression. But the cold arrogance in his eyes betrayed his words.
A mocking, thunderous laugh rose from Cryomara’s throat.
A faint chuckle appeared on Solariel’s face as he tightened his grip on his spear.
The moment he finished speaking, Solariel beat his twenty four wings once and turned into a beam of light, launching himself toward Cryomara.
Cryomara swung her massive claws through the air, but Solariel slipped between them as if he were there and not there at the same time, like an illusion.
As the wave of ice froze the air itself, Solariel spun his spear around him like a wheel. The sacred heat it emitted evaporated the freezing breath and shielded him.
Cryomara lashed her massive tail like a whip, trying to catch him midair. The strike barely missed, but the force of the wind pushed Solariel back.
From within that mist, Solariel emerged with seventeen light clones.
Before the dragon could identify the real one, she lashed out with claws and wings, destroying most of the clones. But the real Solariel managed to drive his spear deep into the base of her left wing.
At the height of the battle, Veviron, who was barely clinging to life among the ruins, gathered the last fragment of his strength despite being drained by Cassian’s curse and launched a low, treacherous attack. A weak but sharp bolt of lightning shot from his mouth and struck Cryomara’s exposed wound.
"Damn it!" she roared, cursing both Veviron and everything that had led her to this state.
The situation turned into a nightmare for Cryomara.
While the primal angels kept her occupied, Solariel delivered the real devastating blows. And from afar, Veviron kept interrupting her regeneration with sneaky lightning strikes whenever he found an opening.
Her left wing had been completely destroyed, hanging uselessly at her side. The claws of her right foreleg were broken, bones visible. Her blue scales had fallen away, and her entire body was covered in deep burning wounds from divine light and scorched marks left by lightning.
Like a wounded beast cornered to death, she continued to attack with desperate ferocity.
Cryomara collapsed to the ground, her breathing ragged.
At that moment, space itself split open.
He did not hesitate for even a second.
Fredrinn swung his sword, tearing through the air. The tear turned into a dimensional rift, and before the angels could react, they were dragged into it and swallowed.
She gathered what little strength she had left, drove her bloodied claws into the ground, and rose once more, growling at her last remaining opponent.
The battle resumed, but now Cryomara’s ferocity was mixed with desperation. Even with broken wings and shattered scales, she tried to push him back.
He avoided her attacks with precise, almost mocking movements. The fake humility on his face had vanished, replaced by pure, sickening arrogance.
The spear filled with such dense sacred mana that it began pulling in all the light on the battlefield.
"Tragic... but this is the will of the gods."
At the back of his neck.
His entire being trembled.
He tried to turn around.
A chilling voice tore through the air.
Solariel swung his spear backward, trying to block the attack.
He managed to block it.
From within the smoke, a pitch black claw struck.
The claw slammed directly into his nose. The sound of bone breaking echoed even through the chaos of battle.
Just before he crashed, hundreds of small, pitch black spheres of chaos appeared in the air around him.
Then, in the next second, after a moment of absolute silence
Dark chaos blasts swallowed Solariel, filling the sky with smoke and dust.
He dove straight into the explosions.
Cassian gave him no chance.
He grabbed one of Solariel’s broken wings and pulled on it savagely, as if trying to rip it off. A divine scream of pain tore through the air.
Cassian grabbed him by the throat, hurled him down into the ruins, and slammed him onto a massive ice spike.
Cassian pounced on him, driving his claws into the gaps in his armor, into his wounds, rotting his flesh from the inside with chaos.
Then he drove the spear into Solariel’s own shoulder.
He beat him like a monster.
Cassian descended on him and stomped down on his chest with both feet.
Watching this brutal scene unfold, Cryomara could not process what she was seeing.
It had completely vanished.
And yet now
And he was beating one of Yavres’s strongest angels like a ragdoll.
While Solariel was being overwhelmed, her true enemy was still alive.
Though drained by Cassian’s curse, witnessing his death and return, and Solariel’s brutal beating, reignited the dark, stubborn fire within him.
Preparing one final, treacherous lightning strike.
It was time to settle their final, bloody score.