The Rise Of Calamity

The fist was immediately covered with an azure-silver light before turning into a blur and appearing again in front of the wyverns chest. 

The wyvern was very quick on its feet, moving its wing in front of its chest allowing it to take the hit, yet that was one of the biggest mistakes it could have made.

Immediately, a layer of frost began to spread from the place my fist made contact before spreading along the wing, almost covering half of it with ice. At a slower pace, the same azure flame was spread from the point of contact with a much deadlier effect than a bit of ice on top of the wing.

It began to freeze everything, create more ice around it before starting to burn the wing of the dragon, digging deep into the wing and freezing a lot of the blood that circulated there.

At the same time, I looked at my fist in slight shock too.

'Since when could I move at this speed?' this speed was simply not within my grasp yet, even if I had just used all the body boosts that I could use at the same time.

While the fake dragon might have been slightly shocked that this mysterious flame was able to penetrate its defenses, the mainshock came from the fact that the flame was emitting the same feeling one would get when presented with an ice spell, intertwined with the feeling one would get from a fire spell.

It was burning vibrantly, yet, that burn let outwinds that would only be felt in regions of the planet where boiling water would turn into ice in less than an instant.

He had simply never seen anything like it, yet, he did not look at it for very long in shock before trying to flap its wings once again before disappearing from its location.

Of course, I did not allow it to do so since I was not going to stay idle the entire time it was in a state of shock. Instead, I flashed with even brighter golden light and flickered above the wyvern head to land a critical blow.

This time my fist was not only covered with the azure flame, but it also crackled with golden electricity as well as having a vortex created out of wind around it.

The feeling of danger made the tail of the wyvern shudder, making it finally use one of its trump cards.

When my fist finally landed on its enormous head, all I felt was the feeling of emptiness instead of the sturdiness I once expected.

Instantaneously, a shadow thicker than the shadows created by the clouds loomed over me while an incredibly bad stench began to breathe onto my back.

*CHOMP*

The sound of the wyverns maw closing could be heard, leaving an eerie silence to resound in the area for a couple of moments as the bottom half of my body began to fall as its support of the upper body disappeared into the draconic maw.

The silence was finally disturbed by the sigh of the wyvern.

It had been fighting this divine being tirelessly for countless minutes now, yet the fight ended just like that. A single trump card at the right time was all that was needed to kill it, simultaneously making a feeling of relief spread throughout its heart.

'Finally... I will finally become ascend to the Liquidus stage... After so many years' Tears could be seen in the eyes of the relaxed wyvern, yet in an instant, they turned into ice and shattered the same way his dreams of ever reaching the liquidus stage were about to crumble in front of his very eyes

The feeling of immediate danger swept past the barren lands and landed on the wyvern. The next instant, it felt its entire maw drop to a scorchingly cold temperature while its insides also began to gradually freeze into sculptures of their former self.

For the first time in the wyverns life, it finally felt the terror of true despair.

In front of a being that it considered under itself, it could not move a muscle, partially due to the ice, and nor could its gaze away from the dense danger signals coming from the attack that was being weaved 800-meters away from it.

The question still stood, how did I escape alive?

And the answer to that question is quite simple. I was never there in the first place.

After the first hit to the wing, I had activated future sight and saw that I would die if I were to try to attack the head directly. So instead of attacking the head, I planned a trap for the wyvern that was clearly still underestimating even though it had seen my battle prowess was able tochallange its own.

You might call it a dragons pride, yet I call it pure stupidity.

All I did was create a light clone in a split instead with the use of a little bit of illusion magic to make it seem more realistic. Afterward, I shoved a lot of icy balls of flames in it before concentrating them in a single place and waiting for the dragon to eat them. From then on, everything else was common sense.

Speaking about azure flames, this was a spell that I was able to create after using plasma and a concentrated amount of nitrogen from the atmosphere to create a cold flame. All I had to do from then on was add a little bit of ice magic to it and WALLA! You have yourself an azure flame that burns with coldness instead of heat. 

Anyway, the whole time I just watched in joy as the expression of the wyvern turned from relief to pride and right back down to immediate despair. 

The scene was so satisfying that I had almost forgotten about the mind crippling pain surging throughout my body, alongside the cracks that keep becoming wider the longer I did not use any mana.