Standing in the middle of fire and chaos, Dante faced the descending dragons.
Nine S-rank beasts of pure elemental power. Not a mindless horde. A council of executioners.
His desperate counterattack had bought them a stalemate. But a stalemate was just a slow death.
The true battle was about to begin.
"Masha!" he roared. His voice raw. "Frost Drake! Match its cold and hold!"
He looked at Kael who was still concussed yet standing protected by Erica. And if he was standing it means he can fight.
"Erica, Kael! Face Storm Drake! Wait for my signal!"
"Eric, Jin! Stone Drake! Defense only! Wait for openings!"
"Lana, Talia! Shadow Drake! Stay mobile!"
'Divide and conquer. It's our only chance. They're stronger, but we're not that far away and there is no other way as well.'
His commands sparked the final phase.
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Masha stepped forward. The Frost Drake descended toward her. Massive. Ancient. Radiating cold that made the air crystallize.
