The once bright skies above the Dragon Kingdom had turned dark with clouds of divine energy. Milim Nava, the Dragon Princess, was already weary from days of ceaseless battle. Her dragon flames had burned through countless forces, but the relentless attacks from the Angels, Seraphs, and Insectars had slowly taken their toll. Her movements had become heavier, her energy reserves depleting.
In front of her stood Feldway, now in his true form, his body colossal and radiating divine power. His wings, shimmering with divine light, spread out wide, casting an overwhelming shadow over Milim. His aura was immense, the weight of it bearing down on the battlefield like a natural disaster.
Milim's eyes sparkled with determination, but the weariness was evident in her expression.
"You'll have to do better than that, Feldway!" she shouted, her voice still laced with defiance.
Feldway smiled, his eyes narrowing with an icy, calculating look. "I've seen your strength, Dragon Princess. But your time has come."
With a sudden roar, Feldway surged forward, the sheer velocity of his movement distorting the air around him. His wings sliced through the atmosphere like blades, and in a single motion, he swung a divine sword of light towards Milim.
The sheer speed of the attack was blinding. Milim barely had time to react, but her dragon flames erupted from her mouth in a massive torrent, clashing against the blade. The explosion of energy shook the ground beneath them, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
Milim's breath was ragged. She could feel her strength waning, her flames flickering with less intensity. She gritted her teeth. "I'm not done yet!"
In an instant, Milim pushed forward, her speed blurring as she attempted to close the gap between her and Feldway. She struck with her fists, each blow crackling with dragon-infused energy, but Feldway effortlessly blocked her punches with his wings, his form too large and powerful to be fazed by her attacks.
With a flick of his wrist, Feldway released a barrage of lightning strikes that seemed to come from all directions, a blinding explosion of divine energy. The bolts crashed down on Milim, one after another, each strike draining more of her energy. Her once invincible form was beginning to falter.
Milim barely dodged, but she could feel herself slowing, her body not reacting as quickly as before. She deflected one more strike, but it grazed her arm, sending searing pain through her. Her eyes flared with desperation, but she was tired — so tired.
"Come on, Milim!" she shouted to herself, summoning the last of her strength. With a mighty yell, she gathered her remaining dragon fire, preparing for one final strike.
However, before she could release her flame, Feldway moved faster than she could react. With a single motion, he cast a spell that enveloped her in a blinding flash of light. The magic locked her in place, her movements paralyzed. The divine energy constricted around her like chains, draining her strength.
"I told you," Feldway said calmly, his voice carrying an air of finality. "This is the end."
Milim's body finally gave way, her consciousness slipping as the overwhelming pressure of Feldway's magic held her in place. She could no longer keep her eyes open as the light from her own flames dimmed.
Meanwhile, in the icy expanse, Velzard stood in a stance of controlled fury, facing Zelanus, the Insectar King. The battle had taken a turn, and now, it was just the two of them, standing in a field of snow and ice, the only sounds the wind and the crunch of their footsteps.
Zelanus clicked his mandibles in irritation, his insect-like form bristling with energy. "You should not have come, Velzard. I will break you like the rest."
Velzard narrowed her eyes. "I'm not like the others."
Without another word, Zelanus charged. His speed was phenomenal, his insectoid body moving in jerks, a blur of motion that made it nearly impossible to predict. But Velzard was no stranger to speed herself. With a single wave of her hand, she summoned a blizzard that froze the very air, sending shards of ice spiraling toward Zelanus. The snowstorm roared like a dragon, a veil of cold fury.
But Zelanus was quick to retaliate. He leaped into the air, his massive insect wings beating fiercely, creating gusts of wind that shattered the frozen projectiles. With a click of his claws, he unleashed swarm attacks, summoning thousands of smaller insect-like creatures to overwhelm Velzard.
Velzard's eyes glowed coldly. She raised her hand again, and icy tendrils erupted from the ground, freezing the insects mid-air, trapping them in a solid block of ice. "Is that all you have?" she taunted, her voice calm but filled with biting venom.
But Zelanus was not to be underestimated. With a roar, he unleashed his true form — a wave of poisonous energy that surged toward Velzard like a tidal wave. It corrupted the very air, leaving behind a toxic trail. Velzard raised her barrier of ice, but the poison ate through the icy defense like fire through paper.
"I won't be beaten so easily," Velzard snarled, summoning her frost dragon form. Her body became a massive, crystalized serpent of ice and snow, her claws as sharp as frozen daggers. The very earth beneath her feet cracked as she surged toward Zelanus, the cold winds howling as if echoing her fury.
Zelanus barely managed to dodge her icy barrage, but the collision of his wings against the storm sent shockwaves across the battlefield. He clicked angrily. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."
Back on the battlefield, the Demon Lords were beginning to feel the weight of their endless battle. Velgrynd had torn through wave after wave of enemies, but now she was slowing down. Her once radiant dragon flames had become dimmer, her wings faltering as she dodged another attack from an Angel.
"Not much longer…" she muttered under her breath, her body aching from the constant combat. Her magic was beginning to run dry, and she was struggling to maintain control of the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Veldora was no different. His monstrous form had decimated countless enemies, but with each passing hour, his energy seemed to fade. His once unstoppable speed had slowed to a crawl as he grappled with more and more powerful enemies.
"This… is starting to hurt," Veldora grumbled, his usually carefree demeanor replaced with exhaustion. He swung his claws, but the strength wasn't there anymore. The enemy forces were too numerous, and their relentless onslaught was wearing him down.
In the midst of the chaos, Feldway, watching the fall of Milim, grinned. He raised his hand high, the divine energy crackling in his palm as he cast a debilitating spell across the battlefield. A vast golden aura spread from him, enveloping the Demon Lords and their forces.
"Celestial Descent!" Feldway's voice boomed, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundation of existence.
The spell's energy washed over the entire battlefield, and the Demon Lords felt its weight instantly. It wasn't just a simple attack — it was a weakening curse, one that drained their stamina and sapped their magical reserves. Even Velgrynd, Veldora, and Velzard were not immune. The spell weakened their powers, slowing them down and making each movement feel like it required ten times the effort. It drained their will to fight, forcing them to stagger and pause.
"No… this can't be happening," Velgrynd gasped, her wings faltering in the air as her flames sputtered out.
"We… we can't give up!" Veldora growled, but the weight of the spell was too much. His massive form fell to one knee, his claws scraping the ground in frustration.
Feldway and Zelanus, seeing the Demon Lords faltering, moved in for the final strike. Their celestial forces, renewed by the weakening magic, charged forward, surrounding the Demon Lords from all directions.
Milim, now completely drained, lay immobilized by Feldway's spell. Velgrynd and Veldora, overwhelmed by their weakening states, were captured by divine chains, their bodies held by the energy of the spell. Velzard, too, found herself trapped in a similar manner, her frosty barrier no match for the combined might of the celestial forces.
"Your battle is over," Feldway said coldly as he looked at the captured Demon Lords. "The Cardinal World will now belong to us."
The sky itself seemed to dim, the once-bright flames of battle fading as the Demon Lords were finally brought to their knees.