'I Reincarnated But Have No System? You Must Be Kidding Me!'-Chapter 53: Burning Sky, Sealed Escape

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Elarya braced herself, wings poised, fully expecting the next Prominence Beam to come barreling her way.

But then—she paused.

Her eyes narrowed, a sharp glint of realization flashing within them.

"It hasn’t even been five minutes since the last Prominence Beam... A skill that powerful should have at least a thirty-minute cooldown. That’s what the ancient records said..."

Her breath caught.

"Then could it be—"

Her thought was cut short.

With a feral snarl, Vulkris shook its blazing mane and furiously flapped its wings—and in the next instant, a storm of fire erupted.

Hundreds of molten fireballs burst forth like a volcanic barrage, each the size of a small truck, each a compressed sphere of seething heat and devastation.

A meteor shower of pure destruction rained down upon them.

They rained down upon the broken battlefield with terrifying velocity, tearing through the red skies like comets bound for ruin. The first one struck the ground—and BOOOOM!—the explosion was deafening.

A crater formed instantly, and the rock turned to lava on contact.

These weren’t just fireballs—they were condensed death!

Anything they touched would be reduced to ash, and the battlefield was quickly becoming a sea of smoke, flame, and exploding magma.

Elarya, still winded and bloodied, flared her mana.

With a flash of emerald light, her six lace-like wings burst forth behind her—woven from pure energy and shimmering like divine silk. She launched upward, darting between the fireballs with impossible speed, gliding and weaving like a phantom through the inferno.

Her eyes scanned frantically looking for her companions in the middle of the chaos—and then she saw him.

Auren.

Still dangling from the cliff’s edge, clinging desperately to his embedded Divine Rapier, his legs swaying over the searing magma below.

"Crap," he muttered, glaring at his boots. "Just when I need you most, MJs..."

Then he felt it—a subtle, terrifying shift.

Crrrk.

The stone holding his blade was loosening, the repeated shockwaves of Vulkris’s fireballs shaking the entire cliffside.

BOOOM!~

Another explosion hit nearby. The edge cracked.

Crrrk.

Then the rock gave way.

Auren’s heart sank.

"Hold on!" Elarya’s voice rang out like a lifeline through the chaos.

She swooped in just as the ledge broke, catching Auren mid-fall in a burst of wind and light. Her arms wrapped around him, and her wings flared wide to stabilize their descent.

"Thank you, Queen Mother!" Auren gasped, half-shocked and half-thrilled.

He glanced at her wings, eyes gleaming with wonder.

’Those are some serious Diablo angel wings... I want one of those too.’

"Don’t mention it," Elarya replied, not taking her eyes off the storm of fire around them. Her tone was calm, but her body tensed with every dodge.

Meanwhile, Vulkris continued channeling, its molten mane rippling and a wide, wicked grin stretching across its monstrous lion-like face.

All around them, fireballs rained like vengeful stars, crashing into the earth with thunderous detonations. The very air shimmered with unbearable heat—warping, searing, suffocating. If not for Elarya’s divine frame and high-level resilience, she would have already been reduced to ash amidst the inferno.

She spotted a small island just beyond the nearest lava flow—stable enough to serve as a temporary refuge.

She angled her wings downward, diving toward it.

Meanwhile, across the scorched landscape, Kardel rode Abthik, his massive Skitterbolt mount, with sweat pouring down his brow. The air was thick with smoke and danger. Fireballs exploded all around them, and the heat was unbearable even with magical resistances.

He spotted Rhiki’s unconscious form lying amidst rubble—a sitting target.

"Hang on, you mad idiot!" Kardel gritted his teeth.

With a surge of speed, Abthik bolted forward, zigzagging between explosions. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Above them, Vulkris’s fireballs painted the sky in orange death. But Kardel courageously pushed through, summoning his remaining floating blades to hook around Rhiki’s body and lift him off the ground with precision.

The maneuver worked—barely.

Now carrying both himself and the unconscious dark elf, Kardel scanned the terrain and spotted a stone bridge linking their island to another one.

Maybe—just maybe—they could escape the bombardment.

Then the thunderous voice came.

"Running away? Not today."

Vulkris had seen everything.

Suddenly, an enormous surge of mana erupted from below the beast. The ground trembled. The air ignited.

[FLAME PRISON]

Just as Elarya and Kardel approached the edge of the floating island for escape, a dome of blazing energy erupted around them. The borders of the island lit up in a wall of unnatural blue fire, searing and shimmering like liquid sapphire.

A flaming barrier sealed them in, completely blocking their escape.

From the outside, it looked like they were trapped in a giant sphere of Vulkris’s own personal hell.

And it wasn’t ordinary fire.

This was a special cursed flame—Vulkris’s blue inferno—capable of leaving permanent burning damage even to elves with high elemental resistance.

"No!" Elarya shouted as she spotted the wall just ahead.

She had no choice but to swerve. Her wings flared backward, and she dove hard, angling down toward the ground. She skidded to a halt with a long streak of scorched earth beneath her, kicking up smoke and gravel.

Auren, caught by surprise, slammed into her back and bounced off her, landing flat on his rear.

"Crap!"

Kardel wasn’t faring much better. He was barely ten meters from the edge when the wall of flame erupted into existence, cutting off their escape. Reacting fast, he yanked Abthik’s reins, forcing the skitterbolt into a sharp turn to avoid the fire.

The sudden shift was too much.

Abthik screeched, chitin legs scrambling for balance before they crashed into a jagged rock outcrop—skidding to a stop in a cloud of dust and scorched earth, a last-ditch effort to avoid being incinerated.

But Rhiki got it worst.

With Kardel’s focus momentarily shifted from the floating blades, Rhiki’s limp body slipped from their grip, skidding harshly across the scorched ground—straight toward the blazing wall of flame.

"RHIKI! Wake up!" Kardel shouted with every ounce of his lungs.

Rhiki’s eyes snapped open, instincts flaring to life just in time. Fueled by sheer reflex, he summoned his dark daggers and slammed them into the ground, dragging himself to a halt mere inches from disaster.

But not fast enough.

His shoulder and back grazed the edge of the flame wall—just for a heartbeat—yet the pain was instant and merciless.

SSSKKRK!

"AAAAAARGH!!"

The contact lasted less than a second—but the damage was instant and vicious. Rhiki’s shoulder and back burst into flame, and he screamed, twisting violently as pain ripped through him.

He tumbled to the ground, thrashing in agony, smoke rising from his scorched flesh.

From above, Vulkris watched them all—grinning like a predator watching wounded prey crawl across a field of blades.

A booming, volcanic laugh erupted.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"That’s right! Suffer, elves! Suffer more! Run if you can—crawl if you must! Feel the agony your kind once gave mine! Run and suffer, just like you hunted my kin before! "

Kardel dismounted Abthik and ran to Rhiki’s side. His floating blades returned to his storage ring, his mana nearly drained from the effort.

"Sorry!" he shouted as he fumbled with his pouch, pulling out a vial of elven healing potion.

Without waiting for permission, he poured it directly onto Rhiki’s burns.

Steam hissed from the contact. Rhiki flinched and roared.

"You b-bastard!" Rhiki snarled, eyes wild with fury. "You did that on purpose! I’m gonna kill you!"

His whole body twisted with the pain, his fingers clawing at the air.

"I don’t think that’s how you say thank you to the one who just saved your sorry ass!" Kardel muttered, already pulling the cork on a second potion and drinking it for himself.

"THANK YOU VERY NONE!" Rhiki shouted, still writhing—but his burns were healing, albeit slow. The potion’s effects weren’t as strong as Auren or Robert’s high-grade brews, but it was better than nothing.

The pain dulled. His breathing steadied.

Then—silence.

The rain of hellfire ceased at last, leaving only smoke, scorched earth, and the distant hiss of molten stone cooling.

One by one, they looked up.

Vulkris was no longer attacking.

It stood still, towering and ominous, its burning eyes fixed on them—not with rage, but with satisfaction. It was watching. Waiting.

Judging by the twisted grin curling across its monstrous face, it was enjoying every moment of their suffering.

Like a lion basking in the terror of its prey before the final, fatal strike.

Then its voice thundered once more—deep, merciless, absolute.

"That’s enough playtime. Time to end your pathetic lives."

And then... the ground began to tremble.

Auren felt it first.

A low hum, eerie and ancient, thrummed through the air—like a choir chanting in a language older than time. The cadence echoed in his ears, Latin-like and haunting... yet no one was singing.

It wasn’t sound.

It was instinct. A gamer’s instinct, flaring deep from his soul—warning him of something massive, something endgame.

Like entering the final stage of a boss fight.

The air pulsed with malevolent energy.

His skin prickled. His blood turned to ice.

Something was coming.

[INFERNAL DOMAIN]

The words carved themselves into the sky in searing flame, the mana pressure exploding outward.

A massive rune spread across the surface of the island beneath them, glowing red-gold, then purple-black. The surrounding lava churned violently, bubbles bursting like open wounds in the earth.

Elarya’s wings instinctively folded around herself and Auren. Kardel took a step back. Rhiki’s eyes widened despite the pain.

They all felt it.

This was no ordinary spell.

This... was the start of the true fight.

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