Chapter 52: Flame Veil: Wyvern Roar!
Chapter 52
"Atta boy. That’s more like it." Tom grinned as he raised his sword up high above his head, the tip pointed upwards as a grin washed across his face. "Let’s take things to the next level."
SWOOOSH!
Flames erupted around Tom’s sword again. But this time, things became different. From the blade to the hilt, it was completely encased in blazing fire.
Instead of looking like he held a sword, it seemed as though he held pure flames, a weapon forged from fury itself. His grin widened as his silver eyes fixed on the fireballs rattling with immense power above.
"Listen kids. It will be good for you all to huddle together." Tom said without glancing back, and immediately, the younglings pressed close, so tightly that they could even feel each other’s breath.
"Hey move aside. You are breathing into my face." Erin scolded Kael in irritation.
"You should be lucky I got to breathe in your face. There are girls who beg to have me breathe in theirs." Kael scoffed with misplaced pride.
"Tch! Who would want a loser like you anywhere near them?" Erin asked with a raised brow, her voice laced with contempt.
"Guys stop! It’s Sir Tom’s order for us to be close right now. We don’t know what he is about to do, so bear with each other damn it!" Aria snapped, her eyes flashing as she glared at the bickering duo.
"Tch." Erin just scoffed and turned her head away sharply.
"Now." Tom’s voice cut through the tension as he noticed the fireballs beginning to move. "Listen again, kids. In a battle like this, you must always remain calm. Rage and anger will cloud your vision and make you behave like a beast. Example!"
The fireballs all rushed in at once with terrifying speed.
SWOOOSH!
CRACKLE!
Tom twirled sharply as the blazing orbs closed in from every side. His sword blazed like a miniature sun as he spun, and in seconds, a tornado of fire formed around him, spiralling faster and faster.
He stood at the very center of the roaring flame, unshaken, while the fireballs now hung just inches away from striking him.
"Disperse." Tom calmly commanded.
BOOM!
The fiery tornado suddenly erupted outward in a violent blast, colliding with the incoming fireballs and sending them flying into the walls with thunderous explosions. The shockwaves were so strong that the beast itself was thrown off its feet and sent skidding across the floor.
"Ahrghh!" The younglings screamed as one, clinging to each other desperately.
The wave struck them too, the sheer force blasting against their faces so hard that it felt like they would be torn away from the ground. But they held on, their teeth gritted as they endured.
Zen’s body began skidding across the floor with the pull of the shockwave, but Aria quickly reached out and grabbed him, dragging him back. Erin, with equal urgency, secured Jace’s unconscious form to prevent him from being hurled away.
Moments later, the force subsided, and silence fell. The room quivered dangerously, cracks spreading along its pillars, giving the impression that the entire structure was seconds away from collapsing, yet it stubbornly held together.
And in the midst of the smoke, Tom stood with a bloodstained grin.
"Now you see why it is important for you to always remain calm? Because with calmness," he spoke, blood dripping steadily from the corner of his lips, though he paid it no attention.
His eyes hardened as he raised his sword once more. Flames licked the blade with renewed intensity until the weapon itself began to grow.
The sword stretched longer and longer until it reached twice its normal size, a colossal flaming edge blazing like the wrath of a god.
"You can think clearly." He finished as he swung the sword in a vertical arc.
In a split second, a colossal slash of fire burst forth. The ground split open beneath it, long trenches carved into the stone as the slash tore forward toward the ogre, who was only just beginning to rise.
BAM!
WHAM!
TCHK!
THUD!
The fiery slash cleaved into the ogre’s arm, slicing it cleanly. The severed limb crashed to the floor with a heavy thud before igniting in flames.
The rest of the slash carried on, slamming into the far end of the chamber, tearing apart the massive throne in a brilliant explosion of fire and rubble.
KUK!
Tom coughed out a mouthful of blood, his knees nearly buckling as he staggered, but he forced himself upright. His burning gaze fixed on the armless beast.
The ogre stared down at the bleeding stump in shock, its chest heaving, and for the first time, its pitch-black eyes widened—not with fury, but with something foreign. An emotion.
Fear.
It could be seen taking slow steps back in fright as it stared at the Reaver before it. Without the slightest hesitation, it spun around and began running away, its heavy footsteps thundering like drums across the stone floor.
"Being a Reaver and a mentor sure is hard. Another lesson, kids. Once your enemy turns their back against you," Tom said after a long sigh. He steadied his stance, his eyes glinting faintly as flames licked across his blade for one final time.
"Then you have most certainly won."
"Flame Veil: Wyvern Roar!" he muttered, swinging his sword diagonally. The moment the words left his mouth, it wasn’t just an attack anymore—it was alive.
From the sword burst forth the blazing image of a wyvern’s head, a creature of pure fire and wrath. Its shape was lean and angular, sculpted like a predator forged for speed and lethality rather than brute strength.
The elongated snout tapered into a cruel jawline, jagged teeth jutting forward even when its maw was clenched shut, as though it bore a permanent, bone-deep snarl.
Two long, curved flame-horns swept back from its skull while smaller fiery ridges traced along its brow and jaw.
Its scales flickered with intensity, rough and armored near the neck but smoother, more refined around the snout. Those eyes—glowing a fierce amber burned with a sharp, vertical slit that mirrored the gaze of a true apex predator.
The wyvern of flames roared, its cry splitting the air, shaking the walls as if reality itself feared its arrival. Then, with a sound-shattering crack, it slammed into the ogre’s head, blowing it clean apart in an eruption of molten light.
BOOM!
An aftershock wave ripped outward, shaking the entire room to its core. Dust and rubble trembled loose from the ceiling as the ground quivered beneath their feet. Tom calmly turned, the storm of destruction behind him, and with a practiced motion wafted his blade through the air.
The lingering flames dispersed into sparks before he slid the sword across his back. Then, with a small, confident smile, he spread his arms wide to the awestruck younglings.
"And that concludes our lesson for the day."
BOOM!
A second explosion thundered through the chamber as the ogre’s body ignited violently. Flames consumed it whole, burning its massive frame to cinders before it could even strike the ground.