The Primordial was a small blur in the air, whizzing around the head of the immense dragon. The androgynous figure’s eyes burned with hatred and it bared its teeth, two sharp white canines glinting.
Spreading its wings, it accelerated and a clap of thunder sounded in the air. The dragon jumped back, keeping the tiny figure that was tinier than his smallest claw within his sights. Giant holes dotted the great dragon’s golden scale armor and crack, another appeared on his chest, heralded by a flash of white lightning.
It should have been impossible that he, a Land God should be getting pushed back by a gadfly like this vampire. He did not climb from the Abyss to play around with such a thing. He came to rampage. To cause havoc. To destroy this puny continent.
To start, he obliterated a small castle that stood in a forest with a single breath. Who would have expected such a nuisance to appear from the smoking wrecks?
Shaking his head in anger, he roared, making the ground vibrate from the noise. Drawing back his head, he straightened his throat and inhaled, before letting out a vibrant bonfire from his mouth. Sweeping his head randomly, he hoped to catch that vampire in the flames of hell itself.
As the flame threatened to engulf the Primordial, it flew backwards as fast as it could, chanting all the while. In an instant, a pure white flower of ice became a shield that held back the flames.
“Zero Ice Blossom,” the Primordial whispered.
The flower shield spun, dissipating the blistering heat, while the petals faded one by one, each signifying the drawing end of the spell.
Although the ice blocked the flames directly in front of the vampire, it was still surrounded on the sides by fire. Vaguely, it could hear the dragon humming, a low vibrating sound. The dragon is casting a spell.
The color of the flames gradually turned from orange to red to purple. The flames became more concentrated and a wall of fire closed in on the Primordial from behind.
Turning around, the vampire created a second flower behind it to seal the flames and brought its hands up above it. A ball of lightning gathered between its palms. Bringing the ball before itself, it lengthened the ball of lightning into a spear.
A small smile parted the vampire’s lips. Although it looked plain, this spear of lightning is a spell of its own creation, and one that it was proud of. One with power befitting a higher being such as itself.
Even a Land God, famed to be indestructible behemoths, would fade before the power of such a spell.
As the last petal of the Ice Blossom cracked and faded, the Primordial threw the spear with all of its power. It carved a path through the flames and straight into the dragon’s mouth.
As the dragon’s mouth erupted with light, the flower sealing the flames behind the Primordial faded and the vampire became wreathed in fire and the spell conditions was satisfied.
“Annihilating Light Spear.”
“Dragon Lotus Fire.”
In an instant, the two ancient entities were engulfed in a massive explosion. The explosion had no sound; it was a deafening silence. As the lights faded, there was nothing left but the sound of the ocean flowing into the newly formed sea.
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