The battlefield burned with red light as the dragon's massive body coiled around the tyrannical man. The ground cracked under every step, molten lines spreading from where flame and domination pressed down.
The red dragon's molten eyes narrowed, his voice deep and thunderous."Strange… brother, how did you finish your battle so quickly? I thought that angel would have stalled you."
The silver dragon, smaller now but radiating lightning like a living storm, scoffed."Because unlike you, I don't waste time showing off. If you think you can handle this brute alone, you're more foolish than I thought. We end him now, or Khai will face Damien without our aid."
The tyrannical man's laughter rumbled like rolling boulders. He flexed his fists, and the very air bent around his frame, muscles swelling with raw power. His aura crashed forward like a tidal wave, shaking even the dragons' massive forms."Two dragons? Hah! I've crushed mountains with these hands. What's a little thunder and flame to me?"
He slammed his foot down, sending cracks racing across the earth, before lunging. His punch tore through the air like a meteor, colliding with the red dragon's fiery claw. The impact exploded, sending a shockwave that flattened the battlefield for miles.
The silver dragon flashed in an instant, his lightning form blinding as he streaked forward, claws compressed to blades. He raked across the tyrant's arm, sparks flying as scales of lightning bit deep. But instead of retreating, the man caught the claw with his bare hand. His veins bulged, and with a grunt, he twisted—forcing the dragon sideways before slamming a fist into the earth, creating a crater that swallowed them both.
The red dragon roared, releasing a torrent of crimson flames. The fire wasn't just heat; it carried domination, a burning will that forced all who faced it to kneel. The tyrannical man, however, stood tall in the inferno, sweat steaming from his body as his muscles hardened like iron.
"Your flames will not make me bow!" he bellowed, grabbing the dragon by the horn and hurling him across the battlefield.
Before he could follow through, a thunderclap split the sky. The silver dragon compressed himself further, lightning surging until his body blurred into a streak of destruction. In the blink of an eye, he appeared above the tyrant, claws striking down like judgment itself.
The tyrant blocked with his arms, lightning scorching his flesh, but his grin only widened. "Good. This fight finally feels real."
The red dragon shot back into the fray, flames wreathing his smaller, compressed body until he looked like a blazing comet. He spun, tail igniting, and whipped it into the tyrant's ribs. The impact echoed like thunder, sending the man skidding back, carving trenches in the earth.
For the first time, his grin faltered. He spat blood, wiped his mouth, then cracked his neck."Two beasts against one man. Then let me show you why raw strength stands above tricks."
His body swelled again, muscles thick as steel cables, veins glowing faintly with a strange golden hue. The earth trembled as he stomped forward, each step breaking stone.
The silver dragon roared, lightning burning so bright it turned night into day. The red dragon's flames howled, his wings spreading wide as if to engulf the world. Together, they charged, one storm and one inferno.
The tyrannical man met them head-on, fists swinging like hammers of war.
Claw, flame, and thunder collided with flesh, bone, and will. Every clash ripped the sky, tore the land, and sent waves of destruction rolling outwards.
And as the three titans roared, the world itself seemed to groan under the weight of their fury.
The battlefield groaned beneath the clash of giants. A sea of fire coiled into a towering vortex as the red dragon exhaled with full might, his flames melting stone into rivers of molten glass. Beside him, the silver dragon compressed his body, lightning arcs rippling off his scales until he resembled a living storm. The two brothers roared in unison and descended, one as fire incarnate, the other as thunder given form.
The tyrannical man raised his head. His body was already seared black, great welts burned across his chest, arcs of lightning still dancing over his muscles. Yet his grin never wavered. His feet dug into the earth, cracks spiderwebbing beneath his heels. He bellowed, not in pain, but in savage joy, and threw a single punch upward.
The punch struck the incoming storm.
Flames shattered apart like glass. Lightning dispersed in wild fragments. The air itself was torn, leaving behind a shockwave that blasted mountainsides into dust.
"Impossible," the red dragon growled, pulling back midair, eyes narrowing. His flames were not ordinary — they carried the weight of domination, the right of a king. Yet this human had swatted them aside as if he were tearing paper.
"Not impossible," the silver dragon hissed, arcs still snapping across his wings. "Just insane. He's breaking his own body to stand against us."
The tyrannical man stomped forward, each step booming like a war drum. His skin was charred, yes, but every wound only made his frame more monstrous. His aura wasn't technique, wasn't cultivation — it was raw existence. He was simply too strong to fall.
He leapt.
The ground collapsed where he had stood, and in a blink he was upon the red dragon, arms wrapping around the dragon's neck. The beast roared, thrashing, fire erupting in waves that scorched the skies, but the man held fast. His veins bulged, muscles grinding like coiled steel cables as he slammed the colossal dragon down into the earth.
Boom!
The land cratered, dust erupting in pillars.
But the silver dragon was already there. Compressed into his lethal form, his body blurred with lightning speed. He struck with claws like spears of thunder, piercing through the dust cloud. Each slash disintegrated air and stone alike.
The tyrannical man raised his arm to block — and though his flesh split open under the strike, he laughed. He caught the dragon's claw, blood hissing against the lightning, and yanked the storm-born beast closer before driving his skull forward.
Crack!
The headbutt rang like iron against iron, arcs scattering into wild webs. The silver dragon recoiled, dazed.
"You call that strength?" the tyrannical man barked, voice booming, his chest heaving with primal ecstasy. "I'll show you real strength!"
Before the red dragon could rise again, the brute stomped his foot on the beast's chest, holding him down with nothing but weight and will. Then, with his other hand, he dragged the silver dragon closer, pinning both brothers in his grasp. Flames raged. Lightning exploded. The world convulsed beneath the struggle.
The red dragon coughed embers. "This… isn't possible…"
The silver dragon's eyes narrowed. "Brother… listen."
Despite the brute's hold, lightning began to pulse more violently along the silver dragon's scales, burning through the tyrannical man's flesh, searing deeper. The dragon's voice shook the air like rolling thunder:
"We kill him together. Storm and flame, one strike."
The red dragon's body trembled, but fire surged once more through his veins. The tyrant's foot held him down, his claws still pressed into the earth — yet the furnace within him burned hotter, bright enough to melt even the chains of raw strength.
Flame and lightning began to merge. Sparks became firestorms. Fire became thunderclouds. Their powers no longer fought separately — they fused, spiraling into a singular, cataclysmic tide.
For the first time, the tyrannical man's grin faltered. His grip strained as the force between his hands grew unbearable.
"Good," he snarled, blood dripping from his chin. "Show me everything you've got!"
The battlefield shook. The brothers roared, one voice fire, the other storm — and unleashed the combined wrath of dragons directly into the monster's chest.
The explosion ripped the horizon apart, a blazing storm of fire and thunder swallowing all sight.
And when the dust began to clear—
A silhouette still stood.
Knees bent, chest torn open, flesh seared nearly to bone, yet the tyrannical man remained upright. His grin returned, bloodied and wild.
"You'll need more than that to kill me."
The red dragon's eyes widened in disbelief. The silver dragon growled, his body trembling with exhaustion.
And then—
The scene cut.
Far away, where shadows twisted and stars warped, Damien and Khai's battle raged. Lightning arcs of time and blades of paradox split the void between them, every clash threatening to tear reality apart. Their gazes locked, brothers not just by blood but by fate.
Damien smirked through the crackling storm."You always were too soft, Khai."
Khai's blade glimmered with a sharpness that could sever eternity itself."And you… were always too reckless."
The two launched forward — their strikes set to collide.