The moment the icy shell shattered, a massive ice dragon burst out from within like a bolt of lightning.
Its entire body was coated in crystalline ice, radiating an overwhelming chill that froze the very air. The creature's wings stretched wide, releasing a deafening roar that shook the heavens before it launched itself forward like a silver-blue missile.
The sheer size of the dragon was breathtaking—it was more than a hundred meters long, with a wingspan exceeding three hundred. From a distance, it looked like a moving glacier, its body glimmering under the pale light.
It resembled Aegon in shape, a true four-legged dragon, but its scales shimmered with cold brilliance, each one like a shard of frozen glass.
The ice dragon's flight speed was terrifyingly fast. It streaked through the sky like a flash of blue lightning, leaving a long, spiraling trail of glittering snowflakes in its wake. Those snowflakes drifted down like a dreamscape—beautiful, mesmerizing, and deadly.
Rayder glanced back over his shoulder, momentarily stunned by the spectacle.
"This thing even has special effects? Unreal! No wonder it's so strong," he thought with both awe and disbelief. "So that's what pay-to-win looks like… It's unfair even in another world!"
He couldn't help but wonder how far his own ice magic would need to evolve to reach such a magnificent level of display.
Yet his admiration quickly turned to alarm. The ice dragon was closing the distance far too fast—its speed outmatched Ghidorah's.
Rayder grimaced. "Figures… creatures with flashy effects are always overpowered—whether in games or reality."
Realizing that he couldn't outrun it, Rayder steadied himself. A confrontation was inevitable.
He calmed his thoughts and reached out through the mental bond to his three dragons. "Prepare for battle."
The gap between them narrowed until Rayder could clearly make out the figure of the Cold God standing upon the ice dragon's back.
Clad in a gleaming set of frost armor, the god exuded a crushing divine presence. The sight made Rayder's breath hitch.
He hadn't expected her to go this far—fully armored, ready for a fight to the death.
Rayder swallowed hard and glanced down toward the Ghost Shadow Forest below, scanning its terrain to judge his position. His heart sank when he realized how far he still was from the Wall—at least half a day's flight.
And even then, he wasn't sure the Wall could hold off this monster.
At their current speeds, the ice dragon would catch up in less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn. The situation was dire.
Nowhere to run.
When the distance shrank to barely thirty meters, Rayder acted instantly, sending an urgent command through the mental link.
"All dragons—prepare to dodge!"
At that exact moment, the ice dragon opened its colossal jaws. A torrent of frozen Dragon Flame—a devastating blast of condensed ice crystals and deathly chill—exploded forth.
The frigid beam raced toward Rayder, carrying a cold so intense it could freeze a man solid in an instant. The swirling ice shards within it glimmered like blades, sharp enough to tear flesh and bone to fragments.
Rayder's heart leapt.
"Dodge, now!"
Ghidorah reacted immediately, banking hard to the side. The icy torrent roared past, missing by a hair's breadth.
Then, with a sharp roll, Ghidorah twisted midair and unleashed a counterattack—three throats opened, and a brilliant gravity ray shot out like molten gold.
The beam struck the ice dragon's right wing dead-on.
A thunderous explosion echoed across the sky as the wing was ripped apart. Ice and blood scattered through the clouds, fragments of frozen flesh glinting in the light. What remained of the right wing hung uselessly by a few shattered joints.
The Cold God's mount was crippled.
Rayder's eyes lit with grim satisfaction. He urged Ghidorah forward, preparing for another assault. The dragon's massive body arced through the air, its three heads charging energy once more.
Aegon and Im joined the attack without hesitation. Their Dragon Flames intertwined midair, merging into a blazing net of red and black fire that surged toward the enemy.
The combined assault was overwhelming. The ice dragon's body convulsed under the relentless barrage, its form flickering as chunks of frozen armor shattered away.
Yet through the storm of flame and lightning, the Cold God stood unscathed. Her frost armor glowed an eerie blue, reflecting firelight as though mocking the futility of their attacks.
Rayder felt anxiety claw at him. If they didn't defeat her soon, once that dragon regenerated, they would be finished.
He clenched his teeth. "Aegon! Im! Focus everything on the Cold God!"
His command echoed in their minds.
Both dragons shifted their aim, twin torrents of Dragon Flame roaring toward the Cold God. Ghidorah joined in, releasing three converging beams of energy like golden lances piercing the heavens.
Under the combined onslaught of four dragons, cracks finally spread across the Cold God's ice armor.
Rayder's pulse quickened. "It's working!"
But before he could push the attack further, the ice dragon let out a thunderous roar that shook the sky. Its massive form began to swell, glowing with blinding blue light.
An instant later, an ice storm exploded from its body. Cyclones of frozen energy tore through the clouds, scattering the fire and lightning as if the world itself were freezing solid.
At that critical moment, Ghidorah's form shimmered—turning into pure golden light. With a roar that cracked the heavens, the three-headed dragon dove straight through the storm, its power blazing against the cold.
Rayder was ready. He raised his sword, channeling his magic into the blade. Flames erupted along its edge, burning crimson against the endless white.
"Let's see you block this!"
He hurled the sword forward, and it spun through the air like a comet, leaving arcs of gold and red fire trailing behind it as it streaked toward the Cold God.
Aegon and Im unleashed everything they had. Twin torrents of fire crossed the sky, forming a blazing wall that met the ice dragon head-on.
For a brief, shining moment, the sky was filled with light—fire, lightning, and frost colliding in a storm of chaos.
The two fire dragons managed to hold the ice dragon in place, locking it within a searing cage of flame.
Now the Cold God stood exposed on her dragon's back, her barrier shattered, her defenses faltering.
Rayder saw his chance.
"Now!"
He urged Ghidorah downward, the massive creature diving like a golden thunderbolt.
A scorching gravity ray erupted from Ghidorah's central maw, cutting through the air with destructive force straight toward the Cold God.
At the same time, Rayder's sword, wrapped in blazing fire magic, followed right behind the beam—both attacks converging on the target like divine punishment.
But the Cold God did not flinch.
She stood tall in the blizzard, her expression serene—untouched by fear, or even the thought of retreat.
Not a single flicker of emotion crossed her icy face.
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