The air burned for miles around as powerful auras clashed. The afternoon sun shone down on the waters as small waves rose and crashed, terrifying the many breasts in the area from the weight of the different powers being released.

Damien watched as the dragon—out of some strange sense of pride and the refusal to concede to a human summoned its astral image. If any other creature hadn't been aware of what was happening before, they were surely to be aware now. He hadn't wanted things to get this far, trying his best to minimise any damage dealt, even going so far as to extend an olive branch. And he wasn't known for extending peaceful gestures to people who had just tried to kill him. But the dragon just wouldn't let sleeping dogs lie.

A projection of a colossal dragon appeared behind dragon Prince Renogoth. It towered far above them and into the skies. A colossal dragon with scales of the deepest blue glared down at them with an aura of dominion emanating from it and blasting around for miles. A massive wave rose behind it, as if in subjugation to its ruler, emanating a profound aura so deep that the different creatures—even spirit lords, ran away in fear of being consumed.

The remaining dragons roared as the massive wave rose behind them, acting as a symbol of power. Still prideful, they glared at him. "Cower before the might of dragons! You pathetic little creatures!" one of them roared.

Not one to be outdone, Damien rose higher into the sky until he stopped, levitating a thousand feet off the water bed, he summoned a partial image. A cape of grey flames materialized over his shoulders, flowing down to his feet and then below them. His aura changed as his power was boosted, taking on a new quality as the portion of the world his aura presided over was tinted a touch of grey. The sea waters calmed wherever his aura covered, as if in fear of his wrath should it choose to act out. All the different beasts shivered in terror wherever they hid as they felt his aura.

Not wanting to be left behind, Keilan joined, summoning a full image. An equally colossal image materialized behind him. A lithe man with a pair of giant green wings behind him. Wings made of pure condensed energy from the dimension of wind. Damien could see hundreds of natural air disasters trapped in those wings, from giant tornadoes to massive hurricanes and cataclysmic typhoons and cyclones. Keilan was the embodiment of natural disasters. His aura shook the winds for miles and different natural disasters showed signs of being born wherever his aura touched.

If the dragons wanted to announce this fight to the whole sea kingdoms, then he was going to announce it to the whole continent.

By now, the dragons must have felt that they were massively outmatched, but their vain pride wouldn't have allowed them to submit without a fight.

Roaring, Renogoth commanded the wave towards them. The primordial element changing as it flowed closer towards them. Going from the naturally calm but cataclysmic element to a wave of corrosive blue liquid. The other dragons were being protected by a thin shield of energy granted to them by their leader.

Damien's cape slowly flapped and a ripple of power emanated from him. When it touched the wave, a portion its massive body turned into puddles that then splashed down onto the sea, returning to where it came from.

Keilan then acted, a massive tornado was released from the wings of his astral image, growing bigger as it came down and swallowed the remainder of the wave. The calm winds roared from its passage, jubilating at the arrival of its wrathful alter ego.

Having seen this, the dragon prince did something it hadn't ever done before but was well known for as a powerful technique used by dragons of all different elements.

It summoned a rain.

Rainfalls of corrosive waters rained down on and around them for miles. The downpour was corrosive enough to melt down a small weak city to the ground and turn everything into sludge.

A massive star materialized over them both, and Keilan flapped his wings once, the winds redirecting the rain down towards the dragons.

Having seen that it couldn't get anywhere with exchanging techniques like that, the dragon prince attacked, its claws raised and energy began gathering into it. Damien flashed towards it, fist pulled back. Their collision shook the sea, a clap of thunder sounding as the air cracked, unable to take the strain. Winds and waters were pushed back as a massive wave formed around them, flowing away like the water itself was afraid of their battle.

When they separated, the dragon's hands were left mangled. It shrieked as its limb was turned to crushed meat. Damien shook his hands in mild pain. It wasn't easy exercising strength like that, but damn, did it feel good.

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Having sensed the tides of battle changing, the other dragons began fleeing. "Oh no you don't," Keilan said, flashing down towards them, his spear leading the way.

Blocking their escape, he interposed a giant wall of condensed wind between the sea and the fleeing dragons. The leading dragon at the front slammed down into it, the force turning it into dragon paste. The others changed direction at the last moment. Having seen their paths towards escape blocked, the dragons turned towards their jailer, trying in a futile attempt to kill him.

Keilan crashed down into their ranks and began decimating them. He took his time, neatly tearing into their ranks with his spear. With deft precision, he cut open one from head to tail like a fish, its innards spraying down on the green condensed air construct. He separated the head of one dragon from its body, both body parts landing in different places. Terror gripped the dragons as they watched Keilan tear into them, butchering them like sheeps to a slaughter.

Damien focused on his own fight, dodging a bite that would have crushed him, he swung his spear, a star forming at its tip as he swung down. For the first time, the dragon prince elicited a wrenching cry of pain as a massive part of its body was burnt away, caused by Damien's energy.

It looked at him and for the first time, Damien saw true fear in its eyes, fear of what it had just gotten itself into. It had thought they were weak humans who couldn't do anything but cry and beg to be spared from being eaten, but now Damien could see how its opinion was being changed. All done at the tip of a spear.

Realising that it didn't have any hope of coming out of this fight alive, the dragon decided that if it was going to die, it might as well take Damien with it.

Flying down towards him, dragon's breath rained down on him. It slashed its claws, sending blades of energy towards him. Damien danced around the attacks, dodging the ones he could and using his constructs to tank the ones he couldn't.

He replied with beams of destruction and starfalls. Burning the air and seas as the energies flashed across space towards his target. Flashing towards the dragon, he began dismantling it piece by piece. A limb here, another one there. Scales fell in droves as he burned them off the dragon's body. He swung his spear, cutting a horn off the dragon's head, eliciting a pitying scream from the creature as its symbol of nobility was cut down. Another cry of pain and horror erupted from the dragon as its second horn was cut off. A creature of pride brought so low by the hands of a man they so looked down upon as pathetic and weak.

Blood fell in rivers as he slowly took apart the creature, methodically taking off its remaining limbs one by one until the dragon was left without a single limb.

Normally, a creature that had reached the rank of spirit lord could regrow all the limbs that were cut off, even monarchs could do it. But the pains mostly came from the pure disgrace. For a dragon, pride was everything, their way of life. The foundation in which their civilization was built. And humans—a race that they considered lowly, weak and pathetic had brought down one of them so utterly that its horns—a symbol of status were thoroughly cut off. No dragon wanted to suffer such horrific disgrace, especially nobility.

Not being one to leave things half done once he'd started, Damien summoned a massive wave of energy, further eroding space around them as black hairline cracks began appearing, spiderwebbing through the air. A large towering spear materialized above him, its tip pointing towards the colossal dragon's image.

Keilan's image spread its wings wide, the very air itself gathering for miles to constrict around the colossal dragon's, forming a large titanic box around the image. It wasn't to prevent the dragon from fleeing, it couldn't. It was to at least try containing the massive destruction that was about to erupt.

The dragon watched in horror as its image was caught in a cage, about to be destroyed. It flashed towards Damien in a futile gesture to stop him. The weapon flashed, spearing into the body of the colossal dragon.

They say a dragon's will is indomitable, unbending. But what happens when it finally gets broken and shattered?

Prince Renogoth, first son of dragon king Regonoth. The heir to the throne of the Rens nest froze as its astral image was pierced. Whether in shock or surprise, they'd never know. All they knew was that the dragon prince froze as its astral image, the foundation of its bridge to the heavens was completely and utterly destroyed.

When the spear struck, there was a pop, and then both the spear and the dragon's image imploded, compressing upon each other until the different energies couldn't take it any longer.

Damien quickly grabbed Keilan, warning him. "Unsummon your image unless you want to join the dragon," Keilan getting the cue and quickly unsummoning his image. The large man with wings visibly dispersed into green energy that then melded with the air around them.

They managed to teleport away for miles before the explosion occurred. The world flashed a combination of grey and blue as an explosion rocked the dragon sea. There was no doubt that the dragon itself died from the explosion, its body turned to crisps, leaving nothing, not even bones. The sea around the radius of the explosion dried up for meters deep into the ocean, forming a massive whirlpool. Waters from around began flowing over to cover what had been turned to steam.

"Damn, we just rang the largest bell ever rung, and I don't think even you want to be here when everyone comes to investigate," Keilan said, his voice a little shaken. "If anybody ever doubted your arrival or power, this fight would have dispelled any lingering doubts."

Damien nodded in agreement. This fight had just put a lot of complications into his plans, him not knowing whether they were positive or negative.

Deciding to put some distance between them, they both teleport away, putting miles and miles between them and the crime scene.