Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3276

?Chapter 3276 Falling Apart (Part 1)

A single Howling Void inflicted negligible damage on the massive trunk of the World Tree, but dozens, hundreds of them, required the Yggdrasill to divert a considerable amount of their mana to heal the wounds and stop the Chaos from spreading.

Eycos the Garuda helped the Dark Phoenixes to escape by sharing his Life Maelstrom and shielding those grievously wounded with his body. Phoenixes could regenerate even lethal injuries by converting mana into life force with their bloodline ability, Rebirth Flames.

Yet if they ran out of mana or their bodies were pulverized, they would die like anyone else. Eycos' Abomination side allowed him to resist all elements but darkness and by absorbing the abundant world energy no wound would last long.

The one who shone the most, however, was Zoreth.

Her body was big enough to cover both Gentor and Valtak with her wingspan and her Immortal Flames protected the Wyrms near her from all threats.

A regular Dragon had to use Immortal Flames sparsely since they burned their life force without the aid of world energy. Zoreth, however, was different. Her troll side had an endless vitality that she exploited to release wide bursts of emerald fire that she manipulated like a part of her body.

The Immortal Flames answered her every command even after moving away from her body, becoming thicker when they had to absorb the Tower Tier spells from the Yggdrasill and thinner when they just had to warm a group of Dragons enough to allow them to retreat.

Abthot the Ogre-Eldritch hybrid used her Fae side to heal those too wounded to keep fighting before entrusting them to Aylen's feline Emperor Beasts.

She focused on those on the brink of death that not even Surtr's Sanctuary of Light could save while the Emperor Beasts carried the Divine Beasts back to the safe zone, under the protection of Tezka and his Chaos Dimension.

The World Tree didn't even bother attacking the Suneater. Tezka was the closest one to the power of a Guardian and even though the Yggdrasill was certain to be stronger than the Fylgja, cracking his defenses would leave the Tree too exposed to Lith's forces.

Despite all that, the advance of the Divine Beasts had come to an abrupt halt and even the white cores were fighting for their lives. Many Dragons had fallen out of the sky, most of them with their lungs intact to use Invigoration or lucky enough to be rescued. Some of them were dead, their bloody corpses littering the Fringe as the bloody rivers they formed painted the grassland red.

In his mind, Leegaain had a starry sky representing the lives of all his descendants. Whenever one of them died, their star would go out and the Father of All Dragons would mourn their loss.

The Phoenixes fared better only thanks to Rebirth Flames while the Griffons because they had been trained since their infancy to save a good chunk of their Life Maelstrom for situations like that.

Their mighty bodies boosted by the silver lighting were hard to kill and Griffons had no shame retreating when their lives were threatened. The cold paralyzed only the Dragons, sapping their strength and slowing their movements.

The Yggdrasill focused on them to teach them a lesson and because they were the main core of Lith's forces.

"No!" Valtak cried, seeing his Hatchlings fall. "This is all my fault! All those young Wyrms are dying because of me."

"This is not your fault, old friend." Gentor grabbed the Elder Wyrm and covered him from a barrage of Spirit Spells with his Golden Radiance. "You didn't force anyone to come here. This was a gamble and we knew the r-"

A colossal wooden axe cut one of Gentor's wings off and dug deep into his spine. The Father of All Golden Dragons fell limp to the ground, his words scrambling into an agonizing throe.

"You bastard!" Valtak charged forward, intercepting the second axe-arm of a Wood Golem with his Adamant claws, Balefire, and kicking the first ax out of the wound before it could reach Gentor's lung.