Chapter 1: The Pendant
It had been a month since the Fallen Angel Incident, and Astrid was pushing herself to recover her arm. Stretching and exercising, she ignored the pain — all she cared about was not breaking a bone in the past month.
Everyone was sitting in Strom's house.
Astrid (twisting her own arm): "Why the hell is this taking so much time?"
Strom: "Come on, Astrid. Leave that alone, or you'll break it again."
Sam: "Yes, you should rest. That will help more."
Astrid: "No. I want to get well fast."
Wraith: "I have a question… why isn't Sam using a spell to heal her arm?"
Everyone fell silent. Sam didn't want to use his spell — not after the sweet kiss he had received for helping her before.
Astrid: "Yes, Sam? Why?"
Strom: "Okay, bro! You're done ✅"
Wraith: "Wraith, the mystery finder strikes again."
Astrid: "Do it… or I'll break your arm."
Sam had no choice. With a soft glow, his healing spell restored Astrid to her prime.
Astrid (creaking her knuckles): "You better not hide your powers, or you won't be able to heal yourself next time."
Sam: "Yes, ma'am."
Astrid: "Okay guys, let's go home."
Strom: "Wraith, I need to tell you something… in private."
Astrid raised an eyebrow at Wraith, silently saying, "Yo girl, private talk — go enjoy."
Sam: "I can help."
Astrid grabbed him by the shirt from behind, dragging him away.
Astrid: "You third wheel — come with me."
As Astrid and Sam left, Strom and Wraith stayed behind. They entered the house together.
Wraith: "So… what do you want to tell me?"
Strom embraced her tightly, tears in his eyes.
Strom: "I'm slowly dying, Wraith."
His words broke her from the inside.
Wraith: "What do you mean? You can't leave me, Strom."
Strom: "it's true,!"
Wraith: "You're my world, my everything. Please tell me it's a lie — please "
Strom: "Sorry… but I can't. This pendant is killing me. Slowly, it's killing my body."
Wraith (crying): "Then don't wear it!"
Strom: "It's too late… I don't have much time."
Wraith (sobbing): "Why didn't you tell me earlier? How can I live with you? Tell me how!"
Strom: "I'm sorry, but I can't see you crying for me. Please forgive me… and, if possible, forget me."
Wraith: "Please, Strom… please."
Strom: "Before I go....Can you do one favour for me"
Wraith ( sobbing ): "okay"
Strom's expression changed suddenly. His voice was no longer Strom's — it sounded greedy, hungry.
Strom (removing his coat): "I want you."
Wraith (shocked and scared): "What!?"
Strom: "You have to do it for me…"
Wraith: "Strom, no! Please, stay away from me!"
Strom grabbed her arm, but she twisted it and ran. Wraith didn't even look back.
Strom's anger flared.
Strom: "You can't leave me like this! Can't you complete my last wish?"
But Wraith had already reached a safe distance. Strom stood alone in his house, the pendant pulsing ominously.
Chapter 2: The Evil Brother
Elena was walking toward Strom's house near the bay. The breeze was calm, carrying the scent of salt and waves. But peace never lasts.
A few boys nearby stopped talking and stared at her. Their eyes fixed on the faint shape of her ears beneath her hair.
Boy 1: "Hey, what's with your ears?"
Boy 2: "She looks like some kind of elf or freak!"
Elena: "You humans don't know anything about me… or my brother."
Boy 1: "We don't want to know, rat."
Boy 2 (grinning): "Come with me for one night, and I'll show you what real heat is."
Elena's anger boiled. She raised her hand to slap him—
—but the boy shoved her back, laughing then the second one threw water on her.
Boy 1: "Wet bitch"
Boy 2: "You don't even know how to impress a man. Let me teach you—"
But Elena didn't stay. She turned and ran, tears stinging her eyes.
Then she crashed into someone — Strong.
Elena (crying, not even looking up): "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
Zyphus (calm, familiar voice): "Elena?"
She froze. Slowly, she looked up and saw him — Zyphus. Without his armor, without his weapons, but still towering, still her brother.
She ran into his arms, trembling.
Elena: "They… they…"
She couldn't even finish her words, sobbing against his chest.
Zyphus's expression darkened. His muscles tensed.
Zyphus(cold): "Don't worry, sister. Just tell me where."
Still shaking, Elena pointed toward the bay. That was all he needed.
Zyphus: "Come with me."
They walked together — silent, heavy steps echoing on the stone path.
When they arrived, the boys were still laughing like nothing happened.
Zyphus: "Say sorry to her. Right now. Or regret it."
Boy 1: "Go away, man. Or better, bring her here."
Zyphus: "Sure."
Before the boy could even blink, CRACK! — Zyphus shattered his arm in a single strike.
Everyone froze.
Then came another CRACK! — the second boy's jaw broke under a punch that sounded like thunder.
Zyphus: "You want my sister, huh? Go on then… try touching her now."
But no one dared.
Zyphus didn't stop. He kept punching — over and over — until the boys cried blood, gasping on the ground.
One heavy strike to the first boy's head sent him crashing down.
A brutal kick sent the second one screaming in agony.
Zyphus (breathing heavily): "Next time… don't even look at someone's sister."
He turned and grabbed Elena's hand, pulling her away from the scene.
Elena looked up at him, her voice trembling.
Elena: "Thank you… brother."
Zyphus: "It's my duty as a brother."
He placed his hand on her shoulder — but something in his tone, in his touch, didn't feel the same.
There was no warmth in it anymore.
Elena (trying to step back): "It's okay… you can let go now."
Zyphus (didn't move. His gaze was sharp, unreadable): "You know… they were right about one thing."
Elena (confused): "What…?"
Zyphus (coldly): "You are really something everyone would want."
Elena froze. His words cut deeper than any weapon.
Elena: "You don't feel any shame saying that? You call me your sister, but still—"
Zyphus: "You're not my sister by blood. Then why should I hesitate?"
Her eyes widened in horror. Before he could say another word, she shoved him hard and ran — not toward Strom's house, but to Astrid's.
It was closer… safer.
Zyphus stood there in silence, staring at his hand that had just reached for her.
For the first time, he looked lost — like he didn't recognize himself anymore.
Zyphus (whispering): "You... are mine"
The bay was silent again. Only the sound of waves - remained.
Chapter 3: The Three Days
Wraith and Elena reached Astrid's house at almost the same time — both crying, both shaking, both terrified.
Astrid (panicking): "What happened!?"
They didn't answer at first. They just clung to her, sobbing.
Astrid wrapped her arms around both of them, holding them close.
Astrid: "It's okay, I'm here. Tell me what happened. Whoever did this will regret ever being born — I promise."
After a while, their voices returned between sobs.
Wraith told her about what Strom had said and how he'd acted.
Elena told her what Zyphus had done by the bay.
Astrid's jaw tightened. She stood up slowly, eyes blazing.
Astrid: "Don't worry. I'll make them pay."
That evening, they marched to Strom's house — no armor, no weapons.
They didn't need any. Astrid herself was a weapon.
Strom looked up as they entered.
Strom: "Hey, guys—"
Her fist cut him off — straight to the face.
The "revenge for my sisters" mission had begun.
Astrid and Wraith attacked with raw fury. Elena stood back, uncertain, her trust still torn in two.
Strom hit the table hard. It splintered beneath him.
Astrid's next kick landed square in his ribs — another crack.
Strom (gasping): "What the hell have I done?!"
Astrid: "You dare ask that?!" — (another punch) — "After what you did!?"
Wraith (slapping him): "You tried to use me — don't you dare deny it!"
Astrid grabbed him again: "You disrespect a girl alone! Try surviving this!"
Before she could strike again, Strom caught her leg and shoved her away.
Strom: "What the hell is this!? I came home after three days — my mom's missing — and now my friends are trying to kill me?!"
Wraith: "Wait… three days?"
Strom: "Yeah!"
Astrid: "Then what did you mean by what you said to Wraith?"
Strom: "I Said what?"
Wraith: "You said you want me but in a different way"
Strom: "You need a slap for that"
Astrid (slapped him first): "Say that again, and I'll rip your jaw off."
Strom (cold rage): "Enough!"
He pushed forward — this time his punches landed, and the table turned in his favor.
In a flash of fury he fought back.
Strike until both Astrid and Wraith collapsed from exhaustion.
He almost swung at Elena too — but stopped when he saw her tears.
Strom (panting): "Elena…I....I.. I'm sorry. Please."
Elena(tears falling): "Just tell me the truth. Did you really… try to hurt her?"
Strom: "No! I never wanted that. All I wanted was her trust."
Wraith (still on the floor): "Sweet words sound like traps now."
Strom: "Elena, please believe me?"
Elena hesitated — then moved beside him.
Strom: "Now start from the beginning. Tell me exactly what happened."
When the whole story was laid out, the truth hit hard — Strom hadn't even been there. He'd been gone for three days.
Later that night, anger inside the house finally quieted.
Astrid and Wraith bandaged each other's wounds.
Elena tended to Strom's.
Elena: "Are you okay, brother?"
Strom: "Ehh— yeah… mostly."
Astrid: "Sorry."
Strom: "Sorry!? Really!?"
Wraith: "I can't believe what just happened…"
Strom: "I came home, my mom and the pendant are missing, and you're telling me I turned into some kind of monster while I was gone?"
Wraith: "You told me that pendant was killing you — that it was your last day alive."
Strom: "My last day? Maybe. But that thing isn't killing me. It gave me life. The pendant's the reason for my power — the dragon blood itself. It's saved me for nine years straight."
Wraith: "I should've listened better… I ran, and now I regret it."
Strom (quietly): "Let's just… stop hurting each other."
They fell silent for a long moment.
Strom (standing): "We'll talk to Zyphus tomorrow. For now, I need to find my world."
Astrid: "Where are you going alone?"
Strom: "Where she'd go if she were hiding something important."
He walked out into the night — tired, bruised, but with purpose burning behind his eyes.
Chapter 4: Cheap Copy
Strom returned at dawn after searching for Dravyss and came up empty—no trace, no clue. The morning light gave everything a brittle, uneasy quiet.
By midday the whole group rode into Zyphus's kingdom. They found him training in the yard, swinging a wooden log like it was nothing.
Strom (cold): "So this is how you use your power—hurting girls, huh?"
Zyphus (pausing): "What are you talking about?"
Elena: "You don't remember any of it, do you?"
Zyphus: "Explain. What happened?"
They told him everything: the bay, the bullies, the broken jaw, the words he'd said. Zyphus went white as the story unfolded.
Zyphus: "Bro… I would never. Violet, Elena—both are my sisters. I wouldn't… I can't do that."
Strom: "Same. Some version of me made Wraith freak out. My Demoness thinks I turned into a lusting monster."
Wraith: "It wasn't my fault"
Astrid (snapping): "You guys have a twin we don't know about?"
Strom: "No. But I swear I snapped that thing's neck with my own hands."
Zyphus: "I don't have a twin. Not a cheap copy of me, either."
Elena (soft): "Sorry."
Zyphus: "It's fine. But whoever did this—he'll regret it. He ruined my name in the entire market."
Strom cut through the noise: "Have you seen my mom?"
Zyphus: "No. Why?"
Strom told them Dravyss was missing, and the pendant gone with her. The mission changed in an instant.
Zyphus: "Alright. First we gather the team and the gear. Then we find her."
Strom (nodding): "Okay."
They prepped fast—armor, weapons, spells, and a shared rage wound tight like wire. Before they left, Strom grabbed Elena's hand.
Strom (soft): "Please stay at home."
Elena: "But I want to help too."
Strom: "I know. But if I can't keep you safe out there, I'll never forgive myself."
Elena hesitated—then agreed.
So the strike team set out: Strom, Sam, Astrid, Wraith, Zyphus, Violet, and Nia.
Nia had shifted into a griffin; the six of them rode on her broad back as she cut through the sky.
Zyphus: "Any leads?"
Strom: "I checked every palace she use to visit. Nothing."
Violet: "Hopeless, then?"
Strom: "Almost. I still have her dragon blood—Sam might be able to track it."
Sam: "Bro, that's your essence in it, not hers."
Strom: "I've got her tail scale."
Sam: "If that's enough, I'll try."
Sam reached out for the mana thread—traced it, pulled, felt. But the trail…ended. It was like Dravyss had been folded out of the world.
Sam (tense): "Someone's hiding her. The mana's been masked."
Zyphus: "Masking magic? Who has that power?"
Before anyone could answer, Zyphus's voice cut the air.
Zyphus: "Hey—look."
They followed his finger and saw smoke on the horizon. A village burned—black towers of smoke rising against the sky.
Strom (grim, low): "Better if it's wasn't her."
The griffin dove, and the team braced for whatever waited under that smoke.
Chapter 5 – The Burning Village
The team landed hard on scorched earth, smoke curling around them. The stench of ash burned their lungs.
A scream ripped through the air—
Violet was already there. Or… someone who looked like her, loosing flaming arrows into the homes of terrified villagers.
Violet (real, shocked): "What the fucking hell—!?"
Strom: "Now this is too much!"
Before they could strike, the duplicate Violet smirked—then vanished in a puff of smoke and embers.
Zyphus: "That's it. We find the freak making these copies—now, I'm gonna kill that brat."
Nia transformed again, wings beating heavy smoke aside. They took to the sky, searching through the ruins, but nothing—no magic trace, no trail, no clue. Just fire and silence.
Zyphus: "Strom! You sure there's nothing in your house?"
Strom: "Not a single clue… but I did feel a presence. One I don't want to believe."
Wraith: "Who?"
Strom (grim): "Darkius."
The air froze. Even Astrid went quiet. The name alone brought memories of blood and thunder.
Astrid: "Tell me that's a damn lie."
Strom: "I wish it was. But it's real."
Zyphus: "Then we hunt him. Together."
Strom: "Alright. Follow me."
They flew toward the Black Candelan, the ancient battlefield where Strom once ended Darkius's reign.
But now it looked different—covered in frost, frozen ruins whispering of another realm's curse.
Strom (low): "Stay sharp. He's not a brute. He breaks minds before bones."
Zyphus: "Then we break him first."
Strom kicked the iron door open—metal screamed—and the chill rolled out like death itself.
Inside sat Darkius, calm, confident, on a cracked throne. In his hand glowed a familiar relic: the Dragon Pendant.
Strom: "Give it back."
Darkius (smirking): "It's mine now. She was mine now. Dravyss belongs to me now."
Strom (angry): "Old man wants to die again, huh? Fine!"
Before they could charge, a phoenix fireball erupted across the hall—forcing them to fall back.
From the smoke emerged… them.
Copies. Corrupted reflections of the heroes themselves.
Each pair stood face-to-face—same eyes, same stance, same rage.
Astrid (real): "Oh great. I finally get to punch myself for every cringe memory I have ever made."
The laughter died when the ground trembled.
From the far end of the hall rose a massive dragon form—Dravyss.
Her eyes glowed red like molten steel; her scales shimmered with dark veins of corruption.
Strom (desperate): "Mom!"
She didn't answer. Just a growl that cracked the pillars.
Copy Strom: "She's not your mother anymore."
Strom: "Then you're not me, cheap copy!"
And so it began—
Strom vs Strom
Astrid vs Astrid
Zyphus vs Zyphus
Sam vs Sam
Wraith vs Wraith
Violet vs Violet
And above them all—
the most terrifying battle yet:
Dravyss vs Nia again...
Chapter 6 – Not So Cheap
The battlefield was pure chaos — steel, blood, and fire clashing in a storm of violence.
Every warrior was facing their own reflection — their strength, their fear, their flaws.
And at the center of it all, on his throne of ruin, sat Darkius, fingers twisting through the glowing Dragon Pendant, chanting words that made the air vibrate like thunder.
Strom vs Strom
Spear met spear — the clang echoed like lightning splitting the sky.
The real Strom blocked the next strike, drove his forehead straight into his copy's helm, then smashed an elbow across the face.
The duplicate staggered — until Strom ripped off his helmet, revealing his bloodied, grinning face.
Strom (real): "Cheap… so damn cheap."
The copy only smiled back. Then, with inhuman rage, he grabbed Strom, slammed him into a pillar so hard it cracked, lifted him again, and kneed him right in the spine.
Duplicate Strom: "You're nothing but my shadow!"
Strom: "Shadow huh!"
He leapt on his copy but moment later Strom hit the floor, gasping, vision shaking — yet even beaten, his eyes burned with fury.
Sam vs Sam
Magic tore through the air — lightning, fire, barrier, counterspell — the ground burned where they stood.
The real Sam threw a surge of lightning, but his copy raised a mana shield, reflecting it back in a brutal explosion.
Duplicate Sam: "Predictable!"
Sam (real): "Then dodge this!"
Sam charged mana through both hands and unleashed a mana blast so bright it lit the sky — but the clone matched it, blast against blast, the shockwave flattening everything around them.
Wraith vs Wraith
Shadow against phantom. Claw against claw.
They moved faster than sight — only slashes of red light and frost left behind.
The real Wraith twisted mid-air, cast a freezing hail spell, and knocked her duplicate into the ruins.
Wraith (real): "Stay cold, bitch."
Astrid vs Astrid
Two storms of muscle and rage collided. Every punch cracked the ground. Every kick shattered stone.
The real Astrid grinned through blood.
Astrid (real): "Hell yeah! Finally someone who can keep up!"
She slammed a headbutt, followed by a hammering combo — the duplicate crashed through debris, still grinning back.
Zyphus vs Zyphus
Twin Spears clashed, sparks flying like thunderbugs.
Each strike was perfect — mirrored. Predictive. Brutal.
Until the real Zyphus caught both of his copy's spears, locked them tight, and punched straight through the mask — sending the clone flying.
Zyphus (real): "That's for my sister!"
Violet vs Violet
Arrows screamed through the air — so fast they sliced anything.
Each dodge, each shot was mirrored perfectly. Shuriken and kunai joined the chaos, tearing skin, breaking bows, leaving both bleeding — but neither slowed.
Two shadows in motion, one heart of rage.
Nia vs Dravyss
Meanwhile, in the center of the battlefield — true destruction.
Nia, in her massive Gorgon form, fought desperately against Dravyss, whose corrupted dragon body burned with molten veins.
Dravyss roared, her claws piercing Nia's chest Deep.
Dravyss (snarling): "Why are you so weak!?"
Nia (struggling, voice cracking): "Aunty Dravyss… it's me… please!"
But mercy was gone. The mother dragon she loved was buried beneath corruption.
Nia only blocked, refusing to strike back, tears mixing with blood — and it was killing her.
Across the field, the tide turned.
The duplicates were winning.
Every strike, every breath — they were being pushed back.
Then — Nia fell, unconscious.
Dravyss loomed over her, claws raised to kill.
Sam (real): "Not this time!"
He roared an incantation — Mana Rain!
Blades of blue crystal fell from the sky like divine punishment, shredding the battlefield.
Even his allies screamed — but it was the only way.
Sam gathered every ounce of power left, eyes glowing white —
"TELEPORT—!"
A flash of light consumed them.
When the storm cleared, the corrupted clones stood alone amidst the wreckage…
and Strom's team was gone.
But Strom was bleeding, barely breathing, his back cracked from battle.
The war was far from over.
The real storm was just beginning.
Chapter 7: The New Idea
The cold wind howled through the mountains as the team reappeared far from Darkius's castle.
Snowflakes danced across the air, glowing faintly in the reflection of Sam's mana aura.
Everyone was bruised, exhausted… but alive.
Strom didn't even bother sitting. He just collapsed into the snow, armor cracked, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Wraith: "Strom, are you okay?"
Strom (snapping): "Really, Wraith? He pissed me off, almost broke my spine, and now you're asking if I'm okay? That's such a bit—"
Wraith (cutting him off): "Say one more thing and I'll kick you so hard you'll fly back to Darkius's throne."
Strom: "Okay okay! Sorry, my bad."
Astrid: "Come on, you two. We just fought our own clones, now you wanna fight again?"
Wraith: "This knight couldn't even beat himself and he's yelling at me now!"
Strom: "That's not my fault, okay?"
Sam: "She's right. We all struggled, but I didn't expect you to lose that badly."
Strom (gritting his teeth): "Listen. Darkius trained me for five years. He knows my every move — my tactics, my power, my flaws.
He made that clone too perfect. I couldn't counter myself."
Zyphus: "Hmm... interesting. So what you're saying is… we need a whole damn new plan."
Strom: "Exactly. You all should've seen — Nia could barely breathe, she's still recovering. I'll handle the rest myself."
Sam: "No, Strom! You can't fight them alone. You don't even have your pendant — you'll die before you reach Dravyss."
Nia (weakly): "She didn't even recognize me… like I was nothing to her."
Astrid: "That wizard freak, Darkius — he's behind all this."
Violet: "My clone… it's like she knew every move before I did. I couldn't even dodge completely."
Zyphus: "How's that even possible?"
Violet: "I don't know. But it felt like… he studied me like he knows me very well."
Strom: "Then we need something unpredictable. Something he didn't plan for."
Wraith: "Only you, Violet, and Nia are having real trouble fighting your clones."
Nia: "Oh, come on. That's Dravyss! I'm nothing compared to her."
Zyphus: "If you can't defeat the Dragon Mother. No one can."
Silence fell. The snow muffled the air, and only the faint crackling of Sam's mana flame could be heard.
Then, Strom's eyes widened — a spark of madness and brilliance lighting up his face.
Strom: "...Wait. Idea." 💡
Sam: "What now?"
Strom: "Darkius made us fight ourselves… but not each other."
Wraith: "Meaning?"
Strom – "My armor can survive anything but not your kicks— barely sometimes. "
Wraith: "True. And I've been wanting to kick you again."
Strom (annoyed): "That's not the point—!"
Sam: "No, I get it. We can't beat our own clones properly… but we can beat each other's clones easily."
Strom: "Exactly."
Zyphus: "Alright then. I'll handle Sam's clone."
Sam: "And I'll take Astrid's."
Astrid (smirking): "A little mage vs. me? Cute."
Sam (grinning): "Just wait and watch, babe."
Strom: "I'll handle Violet's clone."
Violet: "Then I'll deal with Zyphus."
Zyphus: "You? Against me?"
Violet: "You don't know what I can do."
Nia: "What about me? My Gorgon form isn't enough to defeat her."
Wraith: "No one's ever defeated Dravyss, we don't have anything."
Strom: "Not true."
Wraith: "Oh really? Everyone who tried ended up in pieces."
Strom: "There's one who didn't."
Sam: "Wait… you mean—"
Strom (confident): "Zyron!."
The name echoed like thunder across the frozen air. The wind stopped. Everyone froze — not from the cold, but from the memory.
Sam: "Oh my God… yes. He's the one."
Wraith: "Dravyss never defeated him."
Strom: "Exactly. Blue vs Red Flames… one more time."
Nia: "But I can't just turn into him! I don't have anything of his body."
Strom: "You don't need it. My armor was forged with Dragon scales — Bizoker's… and Zyron's, etc."
Sam: "Bizoker is strong enough, but Zyron—he's on another level."
Strom: "And that's why this plan will work."
Everyone exchanged glances — fear mixed with excitement.
A plan built not on power, but trust.
Clones may have their skills…
…but they don't have the bond of the mad team.
The blizzard roared again, and Strom rose from the snow, cracking his neck with a grin.
Strom – "Get ready. This time… we're fighting each other's clones, not ours."
And as lightning split the sky above, the stage was set:
Dravyss vs Zyron — Round Two.
The moon hung high over the black fortress of Candelan, its crimson glow bathing the walls like blood.
Snow had melted from the heat of the dark flames swirling above the castle — Darkius was waiting, surrounded by his servants, and beside him stood Dravyss, the corrupted guardian herself.
The heavy doors burst open — BOOM!
Strom kicked them down with a single strike. His armor gleamed under the red moonlight.
He turned his head slightly —
Strom: "Nia… you're up."
Nia placed her hand on his shoulder plate, her eyes glowing bright as fire.
Nia – "I was born for this."
The ground cracked beneath her as her body began to change — scales, claws, wings — the Red Dragon Zyron rose again.
The air trembled as red cosmic flames erupted, painting the entire hall in light and rage.
Zyron's claws glowed, her wings sliced the clouds, and her aura burned hotter than any sun.
The wizard staggered back, eyes wide.
Darkius: "W–Wait… Z–Zyron?! N–No… how is this possible?!"
Strom (smirked, drawing his spear): "Well, well, well… looks like the old man is counting his last breaths now."
The final battle began.
The Clones Reborn
This time, it wasn't the same fight.
They had a plan.
Strom vs Violet's Clone:
The moment her arrow left the bow, Strom caught it midair.
He blocked her next strike and drove a single, earth-shattering punch to her chest — sending her flying into the wall, unconscious.
Strom: "Too cheap."
Zyphus vs Sam's Clone:
The battlefield turned into a blur. Zyphus's twin spears slashed with surgical precision, leaving no space for mistake.
Sam's clone tried to cast a spell — but Zyphus's blade was already pointed at his throat.
Zyphus: "Not this time, mage." (pushed the blade deep)
Astrid vs Wraith's Clone:
A brutal brawl — fists, bones, chaos.
Astrid's laugh echoed through the hall as she snapped the clone's leg like a twig.
Astrid: "Cry louder, I like the sound of it!"
Meanwhile—
Wraith vs Strom's Clone:
This one hurts to watch.
Wraith's kicks were fast, precise, and way too personal.
The clone of Strom tried to block — but one perfect strike sent him to his knees. Again.
Strom (real one): "Easy, Wraith."
She turned, smirked… and kicked him too hard again, because she was taking revenge for every insult.
Strom (real one): "Thank god it's not me."
Violet vs Zyphus's Clone:
Arrows rained down like a storm — fast, glowing blue.
Zyphus's clone tried to deflect, but her arrows pierced straight through his armor.
Violet: "Weak dummy. Nothing like my brother."
Sam vs Astrid's Clone:
Sam didn't move much. He raised one hand, whispered a single spell—
LIGHTNING FLASH!...
Astrid's clone dropped instantly in seconds.
Astrid (real one): "WTF!? How?!"
Sam (smiling): "I always act soft so you don't feel weak."
The Main Event: Zyron vs Dravyss
The sky split in half — blue and red flames clashing like cosmic storms.
Dravyss roared, her blue scales reflecting the moonlight, her power immense.
But Nia — she was beyond divine now.
The Red Cosmic Flame burned through everything. Every roar shook the heavens, every strike shattered the air.
Zyron clawed through Dravyss's chest, pinning her down.
Her eyes glowed like a burning sun as she unleashed a red flame that engulfed the entire fortress.
Dravyss screamed, the corruption burning away in pain and light.
Nia (stepping back): "I'm sorry but left me no choice"
Five minutes. That's all it took.
The clones were gone. The fortress trembled. Silence fell.
Darkius: "No... No! This is not possible!"
Strom: "You never knew what was possible."
Darkius: "You think this ends here, boy? I am immortal!"
Before he could cast another spell — SHUNK!
A glowing spear flew across the hall, slicing through his arm.
The pendant fell, bouncing across the floor.
Everyone turned.
Zyphus (calm as ever, walked forward): "Come on guys, I hate him too."
Darkius (struggle): "You can't kill me! I'll live forever!"
Strom: "Immortality isn't a blessing… it's a curse, you fool."
Wraith: "Let's chain him then."
Strom: "Nah… I have a better idea."
He approached Darkius slowly.
And wizard laughed weakly — but Strom didn't.
He grabbed him by the neck, staring right into his terrified eyes.
Strom: "You ruined my life, you caused me enough pain for this."
He stepped on his chest then came the sound of cracking bones — one by one each strike was slow but painful until all bones turned powerd.
His punch was too personal that his own knuckles started showing blood but he didn't stop, he wasn't doing this because of present but because of past.
Darkius screamed in pain but Strom didn't stop because he hates him more than anything.
Zyphus (shocked): "Bro… that's a bit much."
Strom (heavy breathing): "He earned it."
Astrid: "I'm blessed by the gods that I'm not your enemy list."
Nia (as Zyron): "Okay Strom, use your pendant. Turn Aunty Dravyss back. I want to leave this cursed place."
Strom lifted the pendant. The symbol of the dragon kind pulsed in his hand — blue light intertwining.
With a single command, he restored Dravyss's human form.
Then they all climbed onto Zyron's back — still glowing with red cosmic energy.
Strom: "Let's go, guys. Time to get the hell out of this place."
Zyron launched into the sky, wings tearing through the clouds.
The red flames blazed behind them, clashing with the blue glow of Strom's pendant.
Two cosmic forces intertwined — Red and Blue.
Darkius (Coldly): "This won't end like this..."