Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

The army marching at them didn't take long before appearing on the horizon. It was like a locust of hungry wolves, running without rest to one end... Their end!

"They accepted the invitation with such excitement," Doaf stood by Amera's side as the two oversaw the incoming army from the top of the mountain.

"Our boys did a great job," Amera nodded in contempt while seeing a small group of mages running as fast as they could towards her.

Compared to the grand army behind, compared to the endless horizon, this group of mages looked so tiny in their eyes.

"We need to be ready," Doaf started to move fast, descending from the top to the midway of the mountain.

During the past few hours, all the mages here turned this mountain into a grand fortress, one that would stand against armies and not only one.

"I'll stay here," Amera shouted without turning her back to the incoming army. That was a grand scene to behold, and inside she felt deeply worried from the result of this war.

She already got in touch with her grandmaster. Aemie was racing time to catch up. She even ditched the main army and led a group of elites to travel so fast towards here.

She would take roughly one hour to reach them, and that meant they only needed to endure for such time.

"I hope you can end this by then," she stole a glance towards the direction of the tower. From her location, she could easily spot the tower like a weathered tree rising from a crack in rocks.

And this tiny thing appearing like a dried up branch carried the fate of the entire planet and all the lives inside.

The army didn't take more than ten minutes to arrive at the foot of the mountains. The group they sent originally was two thousand, yet only a handful of hundreds returned.

She didn't need to wonder about what happened to the rest, despite this paining her a little.

"Prepare for battle!" Doaf's strong voice echoed from his lower position while she could already hear the clanging sounds of weapons.

This war... it all came down to this confrontation. Few thousand had to stop an army of tens of thousands, or even more.

"Attack!"

This shout didn't come from Doaf or his army, but from the traitors army.

The first thing she and Doaf noticed was the presence of faces different from the cauldron clansmen.

"So you brought more filthy lycans with you, huh?" Amera sneered before she took out her spear. "Everyone is lashing themselves to save my world, my people. It would be a shame if I didn't do the same."

She didn't resign to stay up there for no reason. She could see everything around for miles, and so she could easily spot what she wanted to kill.

"Here you are!"

As the first waves rushed towards the mountain, they all got fried by the dense arrays laid by the opposing army.

Sounds of bombardment echoed while the traitor and lycans combined army kept pushing forward. They tried their best to penetrate through the thick veil of the arrays, yet they failed.

"Keep pushing forward!"

More shouts came from a certain spot, the one that Amera just spotted.

"To kill an army, you have to start with their generals first," she instantly pointed her spear towards the direction of that spot before she started to perform a special technique of her family.

"I'm light," she deeply muttered, "I'm fire," she slowly added, "I'm the wrath of gods on anything living!"

The next instant she merged with her spear. For everyone watching her from both sides, she did something usual.

Yet what happened next wasn't usual at all!

Instead of going towards the ground like she used to do, she headed towards the sky. The moment she rose high up, the sky turned dim as a large amount of dark clouds appeared out of nowhere.

For those watching this from down below, they had the feeling that all these clouds were given birth from Amera's shining body.

Or it came from the spear.

No matter the reason, they stood there in awe while watching the birth of thick arcs of lightning in the depth of these clouds.

It was like a beast was rumbling up there, twisting in rage and discontent.

For her enemies this looked quite intimidating, and some even had shaky legs for no proper reason.

Yet what came down next proved their instincts to be frightened was true.

All of sudden thick tongues of lightning descended upon them. Thunder long curved arms landed over the ground, touching everyone standing there and turning them into a poof of smoke.

No one was spared from such torment. Not even those who were so lucky enough to stand outside the region getting hit constantly by this strange thunder.

It was like thunder adored this region and kept hammering over it one time after another without any stop.

Very horrifying silence prevailed while this happened. There was no explosive sound, no rumbling or even a hiss. Silence prevailed over everyone here, turning this place into an area of ancient graveyard.

"Phew, this was fun," yet no matter how strong the technique was, it didn't continue for more than five minutes.

Once it ended, Amera returned to her spot where she swayed a little. Pulling such a technique wasn't that easy at all.

She had to lean over the ground using her spear so she wouldn't fall. Yet her ashen white face showed a triumphant look... She did what she wanted and exterminated the heads of this grand army alongside thousands others.

"Attack!"

The first one to regain his composure was Doaf. As someone seen in high regard by his grandmaster, he knew this was an ultimate technique done by Amera.

And as any ultimate technique in the broad universe, this one was scary and deadly, and also quite taxing over the body of its user.