Ashen Dragon

Western Talilo Desert, Desolate Ridge Ashes.

The sand dunes undulate, solidifying into eternal waves in the wind. The horizon twists and boils in the heat.

Black rocks are eroded by the wind into rugged shapes, resembling the desiccated skeletons of giant beasts, filled with the marks of time. The gravel lashes against the rocks, producing a hair-raising hissing sound, like billions of hungry beetles constantly gnawing.

Occasionally, strange lights flicker deep within the desert, ghostly green or dark purple, fleeting, as if ancient magic shards are imprisoned within the gravel, or icy eyes of elemental life lurking in the yellow sands.

This is no ordinary sea of sand, but an ancient battlefield forgotten by the Gods, the graveyard of life—Desolate Ridge Ashes.

No one knows how many years ago, this might have been a dense forest full of vitality.

It is said that in that far-reaching catastrophe, the Sun God and Wind God battled here.

The Sun God unleashed boundless golden flames, incinerating everything to ashes, evaporating all into yellow sand, while the Wind God brought howling gales, delivering terrifying sandstorms over long ages...

But now, this battlefield forgotten by the Gods welcomes a new war—only this time, the war is between dragons.

"Roar——"

In the extremely dry sky, seven fiery Brass Dragons roared aggressively, their scales gleaming in the sunlight, full of metallic texture.

On the sandstone hundreds of meters away stand four Blue Dragons, all bruised and charred, hoarsely growling, with their skins emitting faint crackling sounds.

One of them, a female Blue Dragon, is noticeably larger than the other two, her scales polished bright by the sand, adorned with various magic equipment—this is the most outstanding young Blue Dragon of the Farria Clan—Christia Farria.

Christina flaps her wings and rises into the air, stirring up gales filled with yellow sand, and roars: "Shameless Brass Dragons, get out of this land! This is the Faria family's territory!"

The Brass Dragons glare fiercely, their tone filled with hostility: "Filthy offspring of Tiamat! You're the ones who should get lost! Go to Aphernas to be with your god—"

Before the words were finished, the Brass Dragons dive down, unleashing streams of Flame Breath.

The Blue Dragons flap their wings, swiftly dodging; the Flame Breath hits the sandstone directly, accompanied by a dull boom, causing the ebony rock columns to collapse.

"Damn copper-skin crawlers..."

Facing the menacingly diving Brass Dragons, Christina grits her teeth, her face twisted with fury. She suddenly raises her head to inhale, a dazzling light brewing in her throat.

"Sizzle——Boom!"

Just before the Brass Dragons approach, blinding Lightning sprays from her mouth, instantly engulfing the three leading Brass Dragons.

The Blue Dragon's Lightning Breath is the most powerful among the five-colored dragons, even Red Dragons cannot compete.

Amidst the hair-raising crackling, the three Brass Dragons are electrified, stars dance before their eyes, scorched black all over, trailing wisps of smoke as they plummet from the sky, wailing.

After the fall of their companions in front, the remaining four Brass Dragons hesitate, delaying their advance, while Christina seizes the chance, flapping her wings, soaring into the sky.

In the midst of the thunderstorm, the young Blue Dragon snarls, biting into one of the Brass Dragons' wings, ripping it apart, sending it crashing down.

The remaining three Brass Dragons howl, wanting to move forward for support, but the two Blue Dragons are right behind Christina, furiously roaring, spewing dazzling lightning from their mouths, pushing them back two against three.

"Medling Brass Dragons! Today is your dying day!"

Christina flaps her wings fiercely, suddenly ascending into the high sky, roaring down at the three Brass Dragons, a bowl-sized Lightning jetting from her mouth, aiming directly at the Brass Dragon's head.

The power of a Blue Dragon's Breath, if it hits the head directly, the newly adult Brass Dragon would face grave injury if not death.

The Brass Dragon's pupils reflect the electric light, fear flashing across its eyes, suddenly tilting its head, yet the Lightning strikes its shoulder.

Instantly, amidst the crackling explosion, intersecting electric arcs envelop its body, its scales explode open, and the massive dragon body tumbles uncontrollably to the ground, crashing heavily against the rock below, causing countless boulders to fall.

"Boom——"

The situation on the scene instantly reverses, turning into a three-on-two advantage for the Blue Dragon against the Brass Dragons.

Besides, as the top tier among the five-colored dragons after Red Dragons, Blue Dragons had inherently superior individual strength over Brass Dragons.

Brass Dragons being naturally frivolous, tend to flee when outmatched, the remaining two Brass Dragons exchanged a glance, turning to flee, still shouting:

"Blue Dragons! Just wait, our Metal Dragon reinforcements are coming soon! You offspring of Tiamat won't be rampant for long!"

"Mere talkers!" Christina roars, about to pursue, but the adult Blue Dragon stops her.

"No more pursuit, it's meaningless, be careful not to be lured into a trap, what's more important now is... dealing with the defeated."

While speaking, the Blue Dragon turns to look at the fallen Brass Dragons in the ruins, a hint of ruthlessness flashes in its pupils.