Novel Full Chapter 282: Shining Warrior
Chapter 282: Shining Warrior
Time seemed to freeze, the battlefield caught in an eerie stillness. In that fleeting moment, everyone instinctively looked above.
The light dragon was here.
It roared, a sound that shattered the silence and reverberated across the chaotic terrain. Its radiant form shone, illuminating the fragmented platforms and the emerald void.
But it was alone, all alone, without its eternal counterpart. The dark dragon, its equal and opposite, was nowhere to be seen.
At this moment, no one could speak, nor even think beyond the single, chilling question that seemed to rise in every mind:
Why?
Why would the light dragon, bound by destiny to battle the dark dragon, abandon its archenemy to come here?
And then the answer struck them, a silent revelation that filled the air with an oppressive weight. Those who had heard the tale of the two orbs, the eternal balance between light and dark, and the reason they had appeared here and now, knew the truth. The answer was terrifying in its simplicity.
The light dragon had come because it was no longer its own master. It had intervened not by choice, but because its vessel called to it. The bond was established.
Kallistra’s gaze snapped to Eratz, her glowing emerald eyes now tinged with a radiant white. Her lips moved, forming words that echoed like a divine pronouncement.
“…Game… over.”
A blinding light erupted from above, engulfing Eratz in an instant. Waves of energy rippled outward, and Kallistra stood at the center of it. The light dragon’s energy began to flow toward her like rivers of molten gold.
Eratz was flung backward by the force of the blast. His body spiraled through the air, his lightning aura flickering as he struggled to stabilize himself. The light surged like a shield, protecting Kallistra as a transformation began.
Her body absorbed the dragon’s essence, glowing with a dazzling brilliance. Her hair turned a pure, shimmering white, cascading around her like a light waterfall.
The emerald cracks on her face healed, replaced by glowing golden markings that pulsed like a heartbeat. Her skin glowed faintly, exuding a radiant warmth.
The light spread to her entire being. Her cracked body now shone with perfect symmetry, her form no longer fractured but whole.
The battlefield held its breath. No one dared move. No one dared speak. They could only watch in silent awe as Kallistra completed her transformation.
At last, the radiance dimmed slightly, revealing the new Kallistra. She floated above the battlefield, her presence undeniable, her aura radiant and suffocating.
She spread her arms wide, her golden eyes surveying the fighters below. The light dragon’s essence had become her own, and she now exuded an overwhelming power.
“At last…” Kallistra whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, a raw mix of relief and disbelief. Her golden eyes shimmered as she looked at her own glowing hands, the radiant markings pulsing softly. “It’s a miracle… I did it. After everything… I actually succeeded.”
Her voice grew steadier, filled with a profound weight as she continued.
“This is the proof that I was right, that I was always right! Even when everything and everyone was against me, I was the one who saw the truth.”
She raised her arms slowly, the golden light flowing from her, then she laughed. It was a laugh of pure, unrestrained joy, echoing across the battlefield like a song of triumph. The sound sent a shiver through those watching, their expressions tense with unease.
Tamara gritted her teeth, her draconic form trembling with frustration. Eratz stood atop Raijinara, his eyes fixed intently on Kallistra, his lightning aura crackling faintly.
“I was right!” Kallistra cried out, her voice ringing with euphoria. “I was always right! Everyone is wrong, except for me! This battlefield, this moment… it’s mine! I have won!” Her golden eyes scanned the fighters below, the radiant markings on her body pulsing in harmony with her emotions.
“You fought so hard, each of you. What a great story.”
She laughed again, her voice a melody of vindication and delight. Her golden eyes scanned the battlefield, glinting with an edge that made everyone freeze in place.
“You tried. You fought so hard, each of you. And you annoyed me so much… It really gives me some desires… for a punishment.” Her gaze fixed on Tamara, her smile widening.
“Tamara… Vicky?… Hm, no, not you, let’s replace you with Leonidas, because why not?”
Tamara’s teeth clenched in silent frustration, her aura flickering faintly. Leonidas, standing further back, clenched his teeth.
Everything went as they had planned, but now that Kallistra was on her throne, he saw in her less of an ally and more of a danger.
Was he even an ally in her eyes to begin with?
Finally, Kallistra’s eyes moved, landing on another target.
“And my personal favorite, my dirty mouthed soulmate, Eratz. There’s a big place for you in my world of pain,” Her voice softened mockingly.
Her golden eyes gleamed, locking onto him as he stood atop Raijinara.
His body stiffened, and his red eyes narrowed as he glared back at her.
Kallistra turned her gaze toward the light dragon.
Now that she had achieved her goal, there was a burning desire in her, a desire to experiment.
She raised her arm gracefully, her fingers curling as if grasping an invisible tether. The air around her shimmered with an ethereal glow as the light dragon responded to her command. The massive beast roared, its voice resonating like the tolling of a celestial bell, shaking the heavens and earth alike.
The air grew dense with energy, charged with a light so intense it painted the battlefield in blinding hues of white and gold.
Slowly, the dragon opened its colossal maw, radiant energy gathering in its depths, pulsating like the heart of a dying star.
“Show me the power of a true legend,” Kallistra declared, her voice carrying over the stunned
silence.
With a deafening roar, the light dragon unleashed its attack.
A single, concentrated beam of light erupted from its mouth, streaking across the battlefield.
The beam bent the air around it, distorting reality with its raw intensity.
The land beneath its path trembled violently, fissures splitting open as the ground itself recoiled from the dragon’s wrath, and finally, the attack struck a distant mountain range with
cataclysmic force.
For a brief moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, and then…
An explosion of light and energy erupted, consuming everything in its wake.
The mountain range shattered, its jagged peaks reduced to a blinding cascade of debris and
molten rock.
A shockwave rippled outward, flattening the forest in its path, the sheer force toppling trees like mere twigs.
The sky lit up with a radiant dome of golden light, visible even from the farthest corners of
the island.
On the other side of the island, citizens huddled in the relative safety of makeshift shelters, their faces pale with fear.
The explosion’s light reached them, bathing the area in an unnatural daylight that seemed to
stretch endlessly.
The shockwave hit moments later, a deafening rumble that shook buildings to their foundations and sent waves crashing violently against the shores. People screamed, shielding their eyes from the brilliance and bracing themselves against the tremors.
Back on the battlefield, the fighters stood frozen, their faces pale and their breaths caught in
their throats.
Even Tamara could only gasp at the aftermath, her fists trembling at her sides. Mercury, perched atop Zephyraquiel, gripped the beast’s mane tightly, her knuckles trembling as her
wide eyes scanned the devastation.
Eratz stared at the destruction with big eyes. This power, this scale. There was many way to spell defeat and this attack was all of them.
As the light dissipated, revealing a molten, smoking crater where an overgrowth of vegetation had begun, even Kallistra seemed momentarily taken aback.
She lowered her arm slowly, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came.
Her eyes flicked to the light dragon, which stood majestically, its radiant body pulsating with energy, unbothered by the destruction it had wrought.
A flicker of something crossed her face, surprise, perhaps, or awe, but she quickly masked it
with a tight smile.
Her teeth caught her lower lip for a brief moment before she forced herself to laugh softly, the sound hollow against the backdrop of devastation.
“Well,” she said, her voice trembling slightly before regaining its usual confidence. “This
power… it truly is legendary, isn’t it?” She paused, her gaze lingering on the radiant beast
before her.
“Even I have to admit, this… is dangerous. Too dangerous. A legendary beast like isn’t suitable for vulgar competitions among beast masters.”
She turned her gaze back to the stunned fighters below, her golden eyes gleaming with pride.
The air was heavy with tension, the battlefield cloaked in an oppressive silence after the
devastating demonstration of the light dragon’s power.
She turned her gaze toward Eratz.
“You’re a lucky man, Eratz,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “I was considering making you my
test subject. But for now…” Her smile twisted, and she shrugged. “I’ll settle for something
less lethal.”
Before anyone could respond, a powerful voice boomed through the battlefield, cutting
through the suffocating tension.
“Kallistra!”
All eyes turned skyward as Victoria approached, riding a majestic, winged beast that
glimmered faintly under the fractured light.
The beast’s powerful wings beat steadily as it carried her closer to Kallistra. Victoria’s
expression was firm, but her voice carried an uncharacteristic note of desperation. “Please, stop this. It’s over! You’ve won, Kallistra. You have what you wanted. The legendary
beast is yours. Now, no more fighting!”
Kallistra’s eyes flicked toward Victoria, her smile faltering slightly.
“Vicky…” she murmured.
Victoria’s beast halted a few meters away from Kallistra, the two women now facing each other. Victoria raised a hand, palm outward in a gesture of peace.
“Listen to me. At this point, nothing can challenge you. No one here can oppose you. Not
Tamara, not Eratz, not me. You’ve already won. So please, stop. Stop before there are consequences we can’t undo.”
The battlefield seemed to hold its collective breath. The fighters scattered around exchanged
uneasy glances, their hearts pounding as they watched the exchange.
Victoria’s words carried a gravity that resonated with everyone present.
She was right.
Kallistra had gained possession of a legendary beast.
In a world where the more unique a beast was, the stronger the master would be, nothing
could stop her now.
Even Tamara seemed to give up, her draconic form trembling slightly. Kallistra appeared to hesitate, her golden eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms. She let out
a soft sigh, almost as if conceding.
“You’re right,” Kallistra admitted, her voice tinged with reluctant agreement. “I have won.
This power…” She looked down at her glowing hands, her golden markings pulsing faintly.
“It’s everything I worked for. Everything I deserved.”
Victoria bit her lips, hope flickering in her eyes.
“Then let this end here,” Victoria urged. “No one needs to suffer. You can walk away now,
Kallistra. As the victor.”
But Kallistra’s gaze snapped back to Victoria, her face conveying a troubling emotion: regret.
“Oh, Vicky,” she said, her tone almost pitying. “You’re missing the point.”
Victoria’s brow furrowed, confusion flashing across her face.
Kallistra turned her back on Victoria, floating higher as she spread her arms wide.
Her golden eyes began to glow with a fierce intensity, and the markings on her skin pulsed
brighter.
“Don’t worry,” Kallistra said calmly. “I’m not going to hurt anyone. I don’t need to. Not for
what I’m about to do.”
The words sent a chill through everyone on the battlefield. The light dragon, still hovering in
the sky, let out a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the air.
Its eyes glowed in sync with Kallistra’s markings, the connection between them
unmistakable.
Kallistra flew backward, her arms still spread as if embracing the world. Her voice echoed,
carrying a chilling finality.
“With this power, I can finally open the doors of my world.”