Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 471: SOVEREIGNS’ BATTLE XIV

The breath unleashed by Flameborn was not ordinary fire, it was Abyssal lightning. Deep violet, almost black, the bolts crackled with an otherworldly menace.

Unlike the usual bright blue of lightning, this was slow and deliberate, humming with a low, ominous resonance that vibrated through bones and teeth.

The lightning swallowed energy around it greedily, drawing in ambient mana, heat, and even the residual flames from Apollo’s arrows.

The more energy it consumed, the stronger and thicker the bolts grew, expanding into a writhing storm of dark electricity.

The Abyssal lightning clashed with Apollo’s blazing arrows, and swallowed them whole without resistance.

There was no prolonged battle for supremacy, no explosive standoff.

The arrows simply vanished into the violet maw, their solar fire absorbed and used as fuel to make the lightning surge even more powerfully.

Apollo stared at the oncoming lightning, his movements paralyzed.

The air around him turned deathly cold, as if winter itself had descended in an instant.

His blazing aura, once radiant and unquenchable, extinguished like a candle snuffed out.

The golden light around him flickered and died, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

Apollo tried to move, to dodge, to fight back, but it felt as if something deeper had locked him in place.

A primal fear gripped him, one he couldn’t shake off no matter how hard he willed his body to respond.

His limbs felt heavy, frozen by an instinctual terror.

He turned his head slowly, staring at his sister with wide, pleading eyes.

"Sister... Help me," the Sun God whispered, his voice cracking as fear seized his heart completely.

But alas, no help came.

The lightning breath consumed him entirely, enveloping him in a roaring violet storm.

In an instant, Apollo was reduced to ash, his body disintegrating into fine gray particles that scattered on the wind.

It felt like a single heartbeat to those watching, but to Apollo it stretched into an agonizing forever.

He was trapped in a paradoxical torment: coldness radiating from the lightning, seeping into his core like frost, while at the same time excruciating heat scorched him from within, burning every nerve until nothing remained.

"Brother!!!!!!" Artemis roared in raw, heartbroken sorrow, her voice tearing through the battlefield like a wounded animal.

She sped off toward the empty spot where her brother had stood mere seconds ago, her wings beating frantically.

A part of her shattered in that moment.

A crazed, feral look twisted her facez eyes wild, tears streaming as grief and rage consumed her.

She ignored Isobel completely, directing her bow toward Flameborn in a fit of pure, blinding anger.

The string drew back with trembling fury.

But Isobel, of course, wasn’t going to let such a priceless, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away.

With her claws stretched long and dripping corrosive venom, she lunged forward in a blur.

She stabbed straight into the heart of the Moon Goddess, her talons piercing flesh and bone with ruthless precision.

And as fiercely as she could muster, Isobel pulled out Artemis’s still-beating heart in one savage yank.

Blood sprayed in dark arcs as the life faded from the disoriented goddess’s eyes.

The entire battlefield went silent in an instant, the clamor of clashing weapons, roaring flames, and pained screams dying away as if someone had snuffed out sound itself.

Every eye turned toward the new party joining the fray, drawn irresistibly to the colossal black-scaled dragon whose presence alone warped the air around him.

"Since when did Flameborn become a sovereign?" King asked aloud, voicing the question burning in everyone’s mind.

His tone carried a mix of disbelief and wary calculation, eyes narrowed as he studied the dragon’s towering form.

Jeremy, ever observant, swept his gaze across the faces of their adversaries.

Confusion was etched plainly on every one of them, wide eyes, furrowed brows, mouths slightly agape.

The sudden shift in power had caught them all off guard, and the uncertainty hung thick in the tense air.

"Heal," Flameborn commanded in the ancient dragon tongue, his voice deep and resonant, rumbling through the ground like an earthquake contained in words.

The command took effect immediately. A soft, dark glow enveloped Leo’s severed arm stump.

In an instant, flesh knit together, bone regrew, and skin sealed over the wound as if the injury had never existed.

The pain vanished, leaving only the faint, lingering warmth of restored tissue.

"You...? How did you...?" Leo stammered, staring at his fully regenerated arm in stunned disbelief, flexing his fingers experimentally.

The shock on his face mirrored the confusion rippling through the battlefield.

But no one was more lost at Flameborn’s actions than Ignis and Rhaigon.

The two dragons stood frozen, their massive forms tense and wings half-unfurled.

They had never witnessed any dragon perform the exact same feat Flameborn had just demonstrated so casually.

The dragon tongue he used was a rare privilege, reserved for only the most exceptional and ancient of their kind, something far beyond ordinary dragons.

As for Flameborn’s sudden sovereign rank, it all stemmed from a single, extraordinary reward Aaron had received before the start of the final military assessment event.

The reward had been a Limitless Sync Card, the first time Aaron had ever obtained anything quite like it.

The Limitless Sync Card was straightforward in concept, yet outright overpowered in execution.

Aaron could sync his own rank to any being of his choosing.

Whatever rank Aaron held at that moment, the selected being would automatically ascend to match it, perfectly aligned in power and potential.

It was an absurdly strong ability, especially given how rapidly Aaron ranked up.

His explosive growth had created a massive chasm between him and his allies, leaving them far behind and increasingly less helpful in high-level fights.

The higher he climbed, the more isolated his strength became.

For instance, the strongest among his companions had only reached the Galactic Filament rank, and even that was thanks to the rare nourishment fruits produced in the sanctuary, which could temporarily boost others’ ranks.

Now, with the Sync Card, Aaron could ensure he always had at least one ally on the exact same level as himself, rank-wise, no more being the lone powerhouse while everyone else struggled to keep up.

When the time came to use the card, Aaron had chosen Flameborn without hesitation.

His first system-granted biological reward, his loyal buddy from day one, the dragon who had been by his side through every trial.

The syncing process had demanded an immense amount of time and energy.

It forced Flameborn into a deep, enforced hibernation, his body locked in stasis while the card’s power gradually rewove his essence to match Aaron’s escalating rank.

But the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

Just as the battle reached its critical peak, Flameborn’s synchronization completed.

He awoke in sovereign rank, temporarily aligned with Aaron’s current level, emerging from his slumber with overwhelming presence and authority.

The dragon’s obsidian scales gleamed under the dim battlefield light, absorbing every stray ray and casting long, unnatural shadows.

His wings, vast enough to eclipse small hills, flexed once with a low, thunderous whoosh.

The air around him thrummed with raw power, mana still swirling in reverent spirals as if paying homage to a living god.

Flameborn turned his massive head slightly, crimson eyes glowing with quiet amusement as he regarded Leo once more.

"Don’t worry, Uncle," he rumbled again, the dragon tongue carrying an almost gentle undertone beneath its inherent menace. "You will be fine from now on."