Novel Full Chapter 777: Cassian Vs Kain (2)
Chapter 777: Chapter 777: Cassian Vs Kain (2)
Coming into the match, one of Kain’s biggest concerns had been the Verdara inheritance.
Cassian’s strength alone was enough to make Kain feel that his victory was unlikely, but an additional final inheritance of an entire civilization would be like adding wings to a tiger. Fortunately, inheritances were not so easy to master. Kain knew that firsthand. Depending on the degree of mastery, their impact in battle could vary from trivial to overwhelming.
Kain had hoped that Cassian had only just barely begun to explore his inheritance. Now, watching the battlefield, he knew better.
Cassian hadn’t just unlocked the Verdara inheritance.
He’d begun to master it.
Without warning, something shifted on the battlefield.
Tiny golden seeds appeared—not floating through the air, not conjured from light—but growing out from the chests of Cassian’s dragons. Each seed extended a fine tendril downward that anchored into the scales of its host, before a coiling vine grew rapidly along its limbs and torsos.
The audience murmured.
Even the announcers faltered.
“What… is that?” one announcer whispered. “That doesn’t look like any known dragon ability. Not to mention it’d be unlikely for dragons of such different species to all have the same skill…Nor is it like any spiritual skill I’ve ever seen…hmm…how to explain this?”
Kain tensed.
The vines were too small to be threatening. They didn’t seem defensive either. If anything, they looked—decorative? Peaceful?
But Chewy’s sudden mental alarm cut through the confusion.
Energy. Chewy broadcast into Kain’s mind, a rare, heavy and sombre emotion transmitting from the typically bubbly spore. Energy is being harvested.
Kain blinked. “What?” And then Chewy proceeded to explain the situation to him. Likely nobody in the arena was so sensitive to energy and able to identify the effect of those vines so quickly.
The vines were absorbing solar energy, according to the spore. Converting it into spiritual power and then feeding it back directly into their bodies.
Kain’s heart sank.
The implication was immediate and damning. He had thought that the energy endurance brought about by Chewy was his advantage. His unique strength.
Chewy’s ability to absorb stray energy and restore his teammates was one of the cornerstones of his entire team’s strategy. No one else had a support like him.
But now, Cassian did. And it was better. More sustainable. Chewy was still yellow-grade, after all. His abilities, while impressive, were still limited by his grade. He couldn’t feed energy to five higher-grade contracts at once forever without getting tired.
The vines didn’t rely on stored power. They just needed sunlight.
And they were in broad daylight.
Kain cursed inwardly. Then Chewy screamed internally.
’DODGE!’
Kain dove to the side without hesitation.
A moment later, claws raked through the space he’d just occupied, cutting cleanly through the air with a sound like tearing cloth.
The Coronaflow Dragon appeared not long after the sneak attack.
Wrapped in a cloak of light and water, its form shimmered and distorted like a mirage. Kain had momentarily forgotten it in the chaos of the initial summons, but clearly, it hadn’t forgotten him.
It pressed forward, a blur of motion. Kain had no time to think, only react.
His spiritual skill Threads of Destiny activated.
His body moved before his thoughts caught up. A twist, a sidestep, a pivot on his heel as another claw swept across. Water surged from the dragon’s body like an extension of its will, forming spears of glowing liquid that struck with blinding precision.
Kain ducked beneath one and kicked off the stone floor, narrowly evading a sweeping tail cloaked in radiant mist.
Chewy held on for dear life to his sleeve as he ducked and weaved, still trying to absorb the residual energy.
But unlike before where it was able to focus on feeding the energy to Kain’s contracts, now much of that energy was being diverted to Kain so that he could keep Threads of Destiny up and running.
Which was likely Cassian’s plan to begin with…
’Dammit!’
The Coronaflow Dragon wasn’t fighting like a beast.
It was fighting like a hunter.
Every step was calculated.
Every strike, a trap.
Even the placement of water pools forming across the arena had purpose—Kain could feel it. Every dodge needed to be done in a specific way to avoid falling into a follow up trap.
But worse than its tactics was its power. As a blue-grade contract, it was fast. Brutally fast. If Kain hadn’t activated the Threads of Destiny from the very beginning, he wouldn’t have survived more than three exchanges.
Meanwhile, across the battlefield, Kain’s team was being pushed back.
Queen’s Vespid swarm was faltering. The Ethereal Dragon, now with seemingly unlimited energy in the sunlight, was cutting them down with increasing ease. Each time it flickered between dimensions, it shattered their formations.
Bea was holding strong against the mental assault of the Dream and Nightmare Dragons, but even she was starting to strain. Especially after the energy support from Chewy wained and the opponents’ energy grew. The Nightmare Dragon had begun whispering images into the minds of Kain’s other contracts—twisted fears, false memories, nightmare variants of their own deaths.
Bea blocked each one. But she could not go on forever.
Aegis roared.
The Solar Dragon had ignited its core, creating a halo of fire that made every nearby strike land with concussive force. Aegis responded with defensive bursts of Abyssal pressure, matching fire with darkness, but he was being worn down.
Only Vauleth seemed to be holding his ground.
No. Not just holding. Thriving.
Much to everyone’s surprise, due to the pressure the dragon brought to him before the match began. But that blood pressure was more a measure of its high potential. This juvenile light-plant dragon, as of now, may not even be the strongest amongst all of Cassian’s contracts.
Right now, he and the fused plant-light dragon were locked in a brutal contest of dominance. Flames and vines tore into each other, claw against claw, wing against wing.
The bloodline suppression had awakened something feral in Vauleth.
He refused to yield.
As the ferocity of the battle deepened, an almost audible ’click’ seemed to go off in Vauleth’s head as if something long suppressed had been unblocked.
The next time Vauleth opened his mouth to launch a dragon’s breath, what came out wasn’t the usual red flames—it was a stream of corrosive black acid, hissing and steaming as it struck the arena floor. The stench of decay filled the air, and the stone beneath sizzled, melting as if devoured by rot.
Kain’s eyes widened.
That was the breath of the Black Dragon Clan—thick, acidic, and deadly. Despite being a red dragon, this was the second time that Vauleth had used a dragon’s breath not typical of the Red Dragon clan.
But Kain couldn’t focus on the curious change. He gritted his teeth as the Coronaflow Dragon surged at him again.