Blackout Ascension: Return of Primordial Heir-Chapter 28: God of Time? or Demon of Time?

The world shook, with suffocating pressure and trembling in fear. The moment the five Dracortis warriors stood before Algreth, the atmosphere of the Crystal Colosseum changed completely. It was immense pressure, a kind of gravity that made even Kings feel like crushing insects. The air turned heavy, a thick scent of rusted metal and old blood lingering across the arena. The barrier spells which are protecting the audience broke apart, cracking under the weight of a single man’s presence.

Pyrix Dracortis stepped forward first. Flames rotated across his body, condensing into physical armor. Wings of molten fire burst from his back, spanning thirty feet. His dragon scales turned pitch black, glowing with internal magma.

His voice thundered, shaking the wavering foundations of the arena.

"Algreth," Pyrix roared in an intense adrenaline rush, "you stand before the Dracortis family. We are the Dragons of this era. We do not kneel to demons."

Algreth didn’t blink. He looked at them with a gaze of no mercy.

"Kneel." Just that one word abruptly created immense pressure.

CRACK!!

The arena floor shattered under the monolithic weight of the pressure, the crystal floor disintegrated, spiderwebbing into a thousand jagged shards as the ground itself surrendered to almighty power.

In the stands, soldiers and nobles collapsed unconscious. Even the Generals were forced to grab the railings to keep from face-planting into the dirt.

But in the center of the arena... nobody kneeled. Their knees shook, the stone beneath their feet turned into dust. But they stood firmly.

Because they were not alone, the four others moved to Pyrix’s side, each overflowing with their dominant element in human forms.

Veldra Dracortis roared. Water gathered around his arms like a living ocean, compressing until it formed the serpentine body of a Water Dragon.

Aeryth Dracortis screamed. A storm circled his body, the air vibrating so fast it hummed. He floated and became a Wind Wyvern.

Stark Dracortis stomped. His fists covered in golden stone, the earth trembling at his steps as he transformed into the heavy, armored Earth Behemoth.

Luxara Dracortis shone. Radiance shimmered off her body. Wings of judgment unfolded and sharp. She became the Light Dragon.

Aeryth roared, his voice distorting under immense pressure reaching their siblings. "It’s been a long time since we fought as one, brothers!"

Veldra smiled, his eyes shimmering with ocean blue light. "Don’t slow down, Pyrix. I won’t wait for you."

Stark clenched his fists together with a cracking sound. "If we fall... we fall as Dragons."

Luxara lifted her chin, her pure luminescence surged forward, eroding the Algreth’s darkness. "And if we win... we win for the world."

The crowd stood frozen, petrified, unable to cheer, unable to speak. They could only watch.

Five forces of nature transmuted into dragonized human forms lunged onto one Demon Lord.

"NOW!" Pyrix screamed.

He led the other dragons, and swung his Drakfang with enough force to split a mountain. "Dragon King’s Slash!!"

He slashed, cutting the air forward, towards Algreth.

BANG!!

Algreth snapped it with two fingers effortlessly. Pyrix’s eyes widened, with shock and disbelief.

But Pyrix was a brawler. He spun, flames bursting, thrusting him forward. He unleashed a heavy, devastating kick that shook the arena abruptly, aiming directly towards Algreth’s ribs.

THUD!!

Algreth staggered a half-inch back from the impact.

"ATTACK!!" Pyrix commanded, his voice echoing across the arena.

Stark leapt forward, obeying the command. He slammed his claws into the ground. "Dragon Earthbreaker!"

The earth ruptured, the massive stone pillars took birth from the crystal floor, skewering into sky, and falling inward to trap Algreth in a prison of bedrock.

Aeryth sprinted, moving at the speed of wind, blurred into the gale wind. "Tempest Blades!"

Slash! Slash! Slash!

The barrage of wind slashes tore across the jagged bed rocks.

Veldra followed, summoning a swirling vortex of water with spears . "Ocean Spearfall!"

The hail of water spears rained down, piercing the rock prison.

And then... Luxara delivered the final blow.

She raised her hand, her gaze refracted, shimmering with both mercy and pure judgment. "Wings of Pure Light."

A massive explosion of holy energy descended to destroy Algreth.

BOOOOOOM!!

The arena trembled so violently that even the barriers, reinforced by many mages, instantly shattered into glittering particles. White light erased everything, the sound was a cacophony of destruction, a roar that drowned out even the thought of survival. Then, nothing. A void of sound replaced the chaos, leaving only the ringing in their ears.

Smoke and dust clouds weaving from the impact, lingering across the arena floor. Five Dragons waited, panting with their chests heaving vehemently.

"Did we... did we get him?" Aeryth whispered with struggle. Slowly... the smoke cleared, with a blurry vision of a chaotic arena.

Algreth stood in the center, smearing the thick streaks of dust from his black robe, standing harmless and untouched.

He looked at them. His expression changed, the boring gaze usurped by an angry grin, tracing across his mouth.

"You five..." Algreth said, his voice echoing in their minds, "...are worth killing."

ZIP!!

He vanished and in a heartbeat, reappeared behind Aeryth.

His hand carried one of the Nine Calamity swords known as ’Ninefold Requiem’, named Chronvolr: the Sword of Time.

He slashed once, tracing the sword horizontally. Aeryth tried to block with his storm barrier.

CRASH!!!

The barrier shattered precipitously, disintegrating as a useless waste. The blow hurled Aeryth from the center of the ring, rocketing backward, his frame rolling through the dust until the barrier wall stopped him. A dull, heavy groan escaped the stone as the wall absorbed the force of his fall."

CRUNCH!!

He slid down, splattering a handful of blood onto the crystal floor, and fell unconscious.

"Aeryth!" Veldra roared with rage and anger consumed his voice inward.

Water exploded from his fists, lunging forward onto Algreth. Algreth caught Veldra’s punch with his bare hand. "Too slow."

He dragged Veldra forward, in a blur of motion slammed onto the ground and instantly catapulted into sky, with a devastating force.

Luxara screamed, her voice trembling with anger and agony at a time. She ascended up, hovering near Veldra, grappling him with wings of light before he hit the ground.

Pyrix charged forward, swinging his raging Drakfang with a burning roar, with a spectacular, gargantuan force enough to decapitate the Demon.

Algreth seized the shimmering blade bare-handed. The molten steel shrieked as the heat died instantly, the magma hissing and turning to cold, dead stone under the suffocating pressure of his grip. "Pathetic."

He thrusted a powerful kick into the Pyrix’ unprotected chest.

BAMMM!!!

The cacophony of breaking ribs, rumbling of air weaving across the colosseum. Pyrix hurled across the arena, crashing through the jagged crystal bedrocks before halting.

Stark stepped forward, he was the last one standing in melee range. His eyes flared up with agony as well as sheer will refusing to fall back.

"Not yet... NOT YET!" Stark grinned, his voice roaring into thin air. He unveiled an aggressive punch with all his might.

Algreth blocked it with his palm, holding it like a small pebble.

SNAP!!

Algreth clenched his grip tight, then Stark’s arm broke instantly, with a snap, rattling sound of shattering bones. But Stark didn’t scream in pain. He swung with the other arm with everything left in him.

THUD!!

The punch landed a hit on Algreth’s cheek. Algreth blinked his eyes sharply, his hands tracing the tiny bruise on his face.

Algreth looked at Stark with an annoying gaze.

"Annoying." Algreth grabbed Stark by the throat, lifting the giant into the air and threw him aside into the debris of jagged rocks.

Stark crashed vehemently next to Pyrix, gasping for air. Luxara hovered in the air. She shimmered brighter than the sun, wings flapping behind her human form, a streak of tears in her eyes dripping onto her chin. "Light shall judge you!"

Algreth vanished and materialized from a black hole behind her in a heartbeat. He grabbed her face, and with force twisted his upper body down, slamming her brutally onto the ground.

SMASH!!

Her wings shattered into glittering sparks. The light died instantly. All five Dragons were defeated abruptly.

Broken. Bleeding. Gasping.

The arena was silent, a massive crowd was sobbing in terror. The heroes of the kingdom... the strongest family... had been defeated like a piece-of-cake in seconds.

But then... a sound. Pyrix struggled to still back, smearing streaks of blood on his chin and cheeks. He struck his sword into the ground, trying to push himself up.

"I am..." Pyrix spat a handful of blood. "I am not done."

Stark stood up with his shattered arm. "I am not done."

Aeryth struggled up, drifting his hands up on the wall. One of his eyes was bulged and he was coughing blood. "I am... not done."

Veldra stood up, his eyes burning with anger and fury. "I am not done."

Luxara raised her head slowly. "I am not done."

Their bodies were breaking and mana was empty, but their resolve was absolute. They were Dracortis, who never yields to anyone.

Algreth watched them rise, a fearless, cunning grin spread wide on his face. It was cruel and cold.

"Good," Algreth whispered to the air in the arena quietly. "Struggle more. I enjoy it when the strong refuse to die. It makes the breaking so much sweeter."

He raised Chronvolr, and the colorful air turned monochromatic instantly, wrapping time seamlessly around the blade, and the space trembling with distortion. "Chrono Sever."

The next strike can delete existence and Kairos... Kairos was left in the opposite direction, toward the woman he loved, leaving the Dragons to face the end of the world alone.