My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 973 - 974: Moon Above the Glades.

A violent surge of sorcery ignited the heavens.

Seals materialized one by one, layering over the firmament as the elves coordinated their movements with lethal precision.

Barriers appeared.

Intertwined.

Contracted.

Reality itself buckled as the immense dragon was trapped within their formation.

Rexagon unhinged his colossal jaw.

Liquid blue lava surged forth, carrying toxic, putrid fumes in its wake. The world shuddered under the sheer magnitude of his breath as it collided with the tightening seals.

A deafening blast echoed in all directions.

The four elves ascended higher, the Moon Disc blazing at their core. A rotating vortex manifested, grinding against the dragon’s offensive until it shattered into nothingness.

The aftermath was pure pandemonium.

Fragments of molten rock scattered like a tempest.

They rained down in searing arcs toward the city below.

Upon the ramparts, soldiers scrambled in terror.

Some leaped.

Some screamed.

Others were simply too sluggish.

Lava slammed into the fortifications, splashing and searing. Sections of the defenses glowed a blinding white under the duress before erupting in violent detonations. Stone pulverized. Magic exploded. Soldiers were cast into the air like discarded toys.

From above, it appeared as though meteors had struck the city.

And this...

This was merely the byproduct of blocking his breath.

Had that strike landed directly—

The city would have been eradicated.

Kadelas’ features tightened.

His gaze grew colder than a glacial peak.

That wretched Damon Grey.

How...?

How had he incited a dragon to assault the Moonglades?

What kind of deviant scheme had he employed?

"I shall deal with him later," Kadelas mused, unease gnawing at his resolve.

He had underestimated Damon.

Gravely.

The six elves in the sky adjusted, forming a wide perimeter around Rexagon.

They raised their hands in harmony.

A gargantuan formation began to manifest.

Perspiration beaded on their foreheads as they funneled immense power into the construct.

The veteran from the Halls of Steel stepped forward.

He lifted one hand.

Twin blades materialized beside him, shimmering with a silver hue.

Then—

He executed a slash.

Two massive ribbons of energy, each rivaling the scale of Rexagon, tore across the heavens in a crisscross pattern.

Rexagon reacted immediately.

He swung his massive skull.

His horns crashed against the slashes.

A cataclysmic detonation ensued.

The sound of grinding force resonated as energy scraped against hardened scales, showering the sky in sparks.

"RAAAWWGGHHHH!"

Rexagon bellowed.

Pure rage consumed him.

Flames erupted from his hide.

Fissures split across his scales as liquid lava oozed out, dripping and igniting the very air.

Down below, Queen Daphne lifted her hand.

Lunar energy surged.

Beams of pale light streaked upward, striking the dragon’s hulking frame.

Along the battlements, artillery formations flickered to life.

They mirrored her incantation.

Dozens—

Hundreds—

Of beams fired simultaneously.

Each impact sapped the intensity of Rexagon’s flames, dampening the inferno that engulfed him.

The elves above continued their dance.

They circled him endlessly.

Assaulting.

Retreating.

Avoiding close contact.

They struck from the periphery, whittling him away.

Rexagon’s eyes burned.

They were twin suns blazing in the firmament.

"Die... die... DIE!"

His roar shattered the sky.

A massive halo of fire expanded from his body.

The shockwave ripped through the atmosphere.

It intercepted the elves in flight.

They were sent reeling, their forms slamming into the earth below.

One of the elder elves staggered upright.

He coughed convulsively, blood staining his lips as he wiped it away.

Nearby—

Another collapsed.

One of the four who had commanded the Moon Disc.

His chest lay flayed open.

Ribs exposed.

His heart visible beneath blood-drenched robes.

His gaze flickered with the proximity of the void.

Then—

He smiled.

"Indeed... great dragons are terrifying entities..."

His voice was a soft whisper.

Almost reverent.

He pulled himself from the crater, rising amidst burning flora and fractured earth.

This was only a single dragon.

And yet—

They were already in a precarious position.

One of the elders extracted himself from a splintered trunk. His face was lacerated, blood cascading down his jawline. The flesh began to knit together under a faint luminescence as the formation’s magic mended his wounds.

He spat a mouthful of crimson and steadied his respiration.

"That nearly claimed our lives."

His tone was strained.

"I suppose centuries of contending with Ashergon forced us to evolve. Anti-dragon magic has improved significantly."

Above them, the old man from the Halls of Steel hovered. His robes fluttered from the heat rising from the ground. A slight smile touched his lips, though his eyes remained sharp.

"I have not sensed such immense pressure since we fought Demon Lord Baal."

Kadelas ascended and reached for the Moon Disc.

As his flesh touched the artifact, a cool luminescence washed over him. The relic responded, its radiance dimming as it synchronized with his aura.

"Then we must ensure this does not conclude in a similar fashion."

His voice was composed, yet his grip tightened.

"I shall deploy a domain from the perimeter."

His expression hardened.

This was far from ideal.

The Moon Disc stood as one of the Moonglades’ greatest assets; it was intended for the demon war, not to be squandered here.

Nevertheless, he had no choice.

’Damon Grey.’

The name echoed in his mind.

’I will exact a heavy price for this.’

Damon possessed wealth, influence, and the protection of L.a.z.a.r.a.k. Even had he demanded compensation, the man would surely pay without hesitation.

That mattered little for the moment.

Survival took precedence.

Kadelas advanced, halting directly before Rexagon. The heat emanating from the dragon’s hide pressed against him, but he did not falter.

"Great one."

His voice projected clearly.

"We of the Moonglades are neither cowards nor lowly beings."

The atmosphere trembled under the dragon’s aura.

"I understand your wrath is leveled at Damon."

He paused briefly.

"But he is a mere human."

His gaze intensified.

"If he truly were my progeny, would he not be an elf?"

Rexagon’s eyes glowed with renewed ferocity.

The message reached him, yet it was irrelevant. Those beings had dared to draw his blood. To retreat now would be to admit he had been deceived once more.

A dragon could not tolerate such a slight.

His jaws parted slowly.

A profound glow gathered within his throat as destructive force materialized.

The air grew oppressive.

Kadelas exhaled faintly.

"Futile."

His optics turned frigid.

"Dragons are far too obstinate."

He raised an hand toward the firmament.

The surrounding space fell silent as magic coalesced.

"Domain: Moon Above the Glades."

The world commenced its transformation.