His prized Adamant armor, the several enchanted protections that he wore, and even the Blood Barrier he had activated at the last second had all been useless against the Dread Flames.
Healing Shroud could only keep Shelk undead, but his core was spent and only nourishment could replenish it. Ulma was in his same situation, battling for survival.
His apprentices were using massive amounts of darkness elements to fight the Cursed Flames and Shadow Transfer to supply their sire with a constant flow of nourishment, yet it was barely enough.
The Wendigo snarled, unleashing the most powerful Chilling Wail that Lith had ever experienced. Knowing how it worked, however, the Voidfeather Dragon had a countermeasure at the ready.
A single deep breath enveloped him in a pyre of Origin Flames that kept his body warm and prevented Ulsor from exploiting the Dragon's natural weakness to cold.
"Not bad for a runt. Too bad I can't play with you a bit." The Wendigo nodded in approval and released a tier five Source Magic spell.
The Voidfeather Dragon's eyes went wide in surprise as Silent Night used the air element to suck the humidity out of the air, reinforcing the cold wave conjured by the water element.
At the same time, darkness element coated the frozen shockwave, and a second burst of air element filled Silent Night with bolts of thunder. A tier five Source Magic spell was a scaled-down version of a tower tier spell but Blood Maelstrom more than filled the gap.
The Voidfeather Dragon found himself being swept off the floor despite his mass, the shockwave carrying him like a feather in the wind. The bolts of lightning sent him into a seizure while the shockwave dissipated the Origin Flames enough for the cold to seep inside his body.
"The wings!" Shelk yelled and Ulsor complied.
Tier five spells would last as long as their caster had mana. The Wendigo didn't hesitate to burn through his blood core and Blood Maelstrom reserves to keep the enemy pinned to the wall and exploit the element of surprise until it lasted.
Windgust rained left and right, hitting the Voidfeather Dragon's unfurled wings away from Ragnar?k's reach. The Voidwalker armor took part of the damage, but the Wendigo was stronger.
Stuck between the wall and Silent Night, Lith couldn't dodge or block, leaving the enemy free to hammer at his limbs. By the time he let go of the angry blade, one wing was already smashed and Ulsor was moving his attention on the other.
Ragnar?k cried in fury, collecting the blood lost by its master to reinforce the Immortal Flames. Usually, without a hand holding the blade, an expert like the Wendigo would have had an easy time dispatching the new threat.
Yet after spending so much mana and Blood Maelstrom on Silent Night, Ulsor was weakened. His full focus was devoted to keeping Lith trapped and what was left of his physical strength he needed it to neutralize the wings.
Wendigos were naturally immune to fire, the eternal cold accompanying them drained even the heat produced by magic-fueled flames in seconds. Yet the Immortal Flames scared him.
They burned at his weapon every time he blocked, leaving behind emerald flames that consumed the enchantments of Gustwind until he spent enough energy to neutralize them.
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