Yet Jakra simply took a deep breath and hurled what looked like a cone of bright blue Origin Flames.
Lith was prepared to counter them with his own, but it was pointless. The flames moved akin to a living being, wrapping themselves around Piercing Explosion without letting a single tongue of fire move past their target.
Jakra hurled the flames non-stop so that once the Spirit Spell hit his armor, it had become so weak that Piercing Explosion posed no threat to his Kingslayer armor anymore.
’What the f.u.c.k?’ Lith and Solus thought in unison, before remembering that Jakra had remained a prisoner of the Golden Griffon for almost five hundred years.
The cursed academy granted upon its students an immortal body that would heal even when ground to dust, keeping them prisoners and driving them insane. During that time, Jakra had endlessly fought for everything, from food to the right to sleep.
His mastery over the Origin Flames had reached a peak that could be equaled, but hardly surpassed.
Lith then cast three volleys of the tier two Spirit Spell, Magic Missiles, to strike at the Emerald Dragon from every side. Even if a single Missile was unable to deal damage, the violence of the impact would create an opening that Lith would exploit.
Jakra shrugged at the fifteen emerald projectiles the size of a dagger and emitted a violent burst of Origin Flames from his body without letting them deal any damage to his armor.
Once again, the Flames eroded Lith’s spells to the point of making them harmless.
"I’m sorry, little brother. You should have accepted my offer." Jakra took the kid gloves off and charged at Lith, aiming to end the fight before his status of Awakened could matter.
Meanwhile, Vladion and Scarlett attacked Thrud from opposite sides, forcing her to suffer the attacks of either of them. Arthan’s armor took off the brunt of the damage, but fatigue and wounds kept piling up.
With no time to cast spells nor to cure her wounds Thrud was already panting heavily. Then, a gurgling sound and the clatter of moving glass made the contestants stop.
"I have risen!" Xedros’s voice roared throughout the cave.
He laughed maniacally at the sight of his brand-new set of arms and of his gigantic body covered in golden scales. Now his appearance closely resembled that of Gentor, the Golden Dragon, one of Leegaain’s most talented sons.
"Thanks, brother. You and your wife have played your part. Feel free to sit and leave everything to me. I want to put my new body to the test and those ants will make a fine meal." He said to Jakra.
"Don’t listen to that idiot and keep fighting. He needs help just like you need to experience what an Awakened can do." Thrud said while ignoring the two-pronged attack from the Scorpicore and the Firstborn.
She activated the purple gem on Arthan’s Sword to Blink away while also making the space unstable at the same time. The two Awakened could see both her entry and exit point, but not follow her.
The use of dimensional magic would have backfired, wounding them deeply due to the collapsed space. They could only curse the mastery behind the blade and conjure a quick wind barrier.
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