Primordial Sin System Chapter 591-Power of Flames

The clash between Dave and the Illusion Queen stretched far beyond his expectations.

Her endless taunts, the dancing butterflies, and the spirit-based assaults began feeling like mere amusement to him.

He stayed composed and even entertained, yet the era of play had ended.

She was obviously toying with him, a situation Dave refused to tolerate.

Dave harbored his own hidden moves, and now was the moment to unleash them.

Violet glow erupted in Dave's eyes, with the Chaotic God's Eyes releasing even greater strength inside him.

He refused to let this woman manipulate him further. A scheme was ready.

The Illusion Queen hovered elegantly amid her butterfly swarm, eyeing him sharply, a taunting smirk on her lips.

"Still not giving up?" she questioned, her voice sweet as honey.

"You really think you can beat me, Dave? I'm the Destroyer."

A smirk tugged at Dave's lips, his stare firm. "You're not as tough as you think."

His tone stayed serene, as if no desperate fight swirled around him.

"You've got plenty of tricks, but I've figured you out."

Her eyes expanded slightly, grasping that Dave had ceased mere reactions.

Strategic thoughts filled his mind. He'd uncovered a path past her barriers.

A butterfly cluster shaped her form right before him.

"Is that so?" she responded, her smile twisting wider. "Then show me what you've got, Dave."

During her words, a butterfly drifted his way, but Dave's response shifted this time.

He lunged ahead and snapped his fingers in a quick flick.

Suddenly, the surrounding air twisted, golden blaze bursting from his frame to cloak him in a searing shell.

His nearby butterflies shriveled and faded as the fire rapidly spread.

Primordial blaze fully consumed Dave's form, its fierce glow making the woods shudder.

The Illusion Queen halted, her smirk vanishing into stunned horror. "No… that flame," she breathed, fear creeping into her tone.

"That's the Primordial Flame... the strongest flame in the world."

She retreated a pace, wings fluttering in unease.

Dave let out a soft chuckle, his voice rich and playful.

"I didn't think you'd recognize it so quickly. You're right, though. This is the power of Flamy—the Primordial Flame, the flame that burns through everything. Nothing can resist it."

His tone turned teasing and flirtatious as he advanced, flames around him pulsing with menace. "What's wrong, Illusion Queen? Are you scared now?"

She backed away more, eyes flicking about nervously. The butterflies encircling her dissolved in the blaze's scorching presence.

"That flame… it's impossible… How can you—" she faltered, assurance crumbling.

Dave cut her off. "You thought you could toy with me, huh?"

He grinned, fire sparkling in his gaze. "Now, it's my turn."

His hand rose, and the golden flames encasing him exploded outward with savage force.

The region blazed with the fire's dazzling light, and the Illusion Queen cried out as the inferno rushed her.

The butterflies fled chaotically, but they crumbled before the blaze's ferocious heat.

Dave's strike shredded the air with ruinous might, shattering her deceptions and draining her vitality.

The Illusion Queen panted heavily, her cheeks reddened by the intense warmth.

"No… no! This can't be…" she gasped, clutching her chest. Her wings beat faintly, robbed of prior vigor.

The Primordial Flame's potency had crushed her safeguards.

"Looks like you're not so tough after all," Dave noted, his voice deep and icy. He stepped closer, his flaming silhouette shining ever more intensely.

"You should have known better than to mess with me."

The Illusion Queen summoned extra butterflies for cover, yet they faltered, helpless versus the golden blaze.

She stared at Dave, confidence erased. "Please… Don't…"

Dave's eyes flashed as he bridged the gap swiftly, his fire-wreathed body moving like lightning.

Far too weakened to slip away, the Illusion Queen was seized at the waist from behind in one fluid grab.

Her frame tensed in his grasp as he yanked her against him, securing her in a relentless clinch.

She thrashed, wings jerking in panic, but Dave's hold proved unyielding.

Golden flames enwrapped them together, the blaze surging fiercer as his embrace tightened.

She drew in a sharp breath, face burning with anger and shock. "Let go of me!" she insisted, voice shaky.

Dave murmured calmly into her ear, his tone low, "You smell amazing."

His remark carried playful derision, designed to throw her off.

"A little sweet, a little spicy. I never thought I'd say this, but you've got a certain charm."

The Illusion Queen's look wavered briefly, a hint of fragility appearing.

She fought back harder, wings battering wildly, but Dave's grip stayed solid. Without butterflies for aid or illusions for cover, she was exposed.

Her strength waned steadily, the surrounding golden flames burning on.

"I'm going to end this now," Dave declared softly, tone decisive. "It's time to say goodbye."

Drawing a profound breath, Dave concentrated his energy, golden flames surging to unprecedented brilliance.

The blaze nipped at the Illusion Queen's body, but escape eluded her, her resistance fading second by second. Gasps escaped her lips, face draining of color as power slipped away.

One final look at him, eyes brimming with incredulity, and Dave whispered, "Goodbye, Illusion Queen."

As golden flames engulfed them fully, the Illusion Queen's form slackened limply in Dave's arms.

The blaze reduced her to cinders, and with a last elegant breath, her body dissolved into ash, leaving no trace.

The fight concluded. Dave remained standing, clutching empty space where the Illusion Queen had stood instants before.

His frame, flames now dimmed, eased, yet his face held steady poise.

He scanned the burned terrain and the forest's charred leftovers, once lush.

"Well, that was fun," Dave said to himself, rubbing his palms. "Guess I should get ready for the next one."

Even after the fierce confrontation, he stayed unruffled and serene. Countless foes had fallen before, and the Illusion Queen was merely another rung on his journey.

Nothing could impede his progress.