Otaku Translation: The Amber Sword V3C68

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Chapter 68: The King Beneath the Earth, Part 19

To be precise, it was a subspecies of dragon—a .

When the beast stood on its hind legs, it loomed like a fortress carved into the earth. Its scales shimmered with an azure-green hue, their edges glinting coldly like steel. Each thick, keratinized scale gleamed as though draped in metallic armor.

But the creature’s most striking feature was its grotesque, angular triangular head. Deep-set eye sockets housed motionless pale blue eyes, their pupils flickering faintly with golden flames—a hallmark of draconic lineage.

The . Before this specimen, even a would appear docile. It reigned supreme at the apex of Wind’s Rest’s lowermost domain, known to the natives as the Sovereign of the Skies.

Legends claimed Aldra descended from the Sky Dragon, , whose calamitous wrath had once shaken the mortal realm. However, in Brandon’s previous life, the had debunked this myth, favoring instead the theory of the high mountain dwarves:

Aldras were descendants of blue dragons, yet unlike their ethereal kin, they embodied ruthless predators. Their veins coursed not with icy elemental blood but with the heated essence of primal ferocity.

Regardless of its heritage, there was no denying the dominance of this airborne titan. Even the adolescent before them possessed strength rivaling upper-tier gold-ranked foes.

“Damn it,” Brandon cursed inwardly. Aldra’s true terror lay in its immunity to all wind-based magic. Clearly, had scanned and unleashed this monstrosity—its natural predator.

This blatant exploitation infuriated him. In the past, he’d have stormed off to vent his rage on forums, lambasting the designers. But now, he could only swallow his frustration.

Still, fortune favored him. It seemed the arena could only scan summoned creatures themselves, not the enchantments bound to them. Since the derived their power from Earth Element—the bane of wind-based beings—he felt a surge of vindictive satisfaction.

Contrastingly, others reacted differently upon seeing the towering behemoth. A collective gasp echoed through the crowd, hearts tightening with primal fear.

Even the unworldly youths of Shafrend recognized the creature for what it was: a dragon.

Though they might not distinguish between true dragons, wyrms, lesser drakes, or flying lizards in Amber Sword, one thing was certain—they all played the role of ultimate villains in legends and bedtime stories alike.

Everyone grew up hearing tales of dragons: mythical ones like Twilight and Darkness, or Cerulean Sky; fire-breathing titans of the earth; countless narratives extolling their might. As the last golden lineage in this world, these creatures carried an aura of mystery and nobility.

Joka, Mahler, and Koven held their breaths. Yuta, Cinnabar, and Kulan froze, recognizing Eruin’s military wyverns but nothing like this.

This radiant azure-green leviathan, its wings slicing through the metal cage like blades, left them awestruck.

“So this is what a dragon truly looks like,” they thought in unison.

Amidst the stunned silence, Mahler was the first to react—or perhaps his nerves were simply thicker than others’. He nudged Koven urgently, whispering, “He… he challenged again. Is he trying to save us?”

Koven said nothing, his heart pounding as he stared at the dragon. Though he knew it wasn’t targeting them, the sheer presence of such a creature made him feel infinitesimally small. It seemed that even the slightest flap of its wings could scatter lethal gusts.

His fear wasn’t entirely unfounded, though Aldra couldn’t possibly breach the arena’s protective barriers.

“Koven?”

“Quiet!” The usually timid boy snapped, shaking his head firmly. While Aldra captivated his gaze, his mind lingered on something else—a detail gnawing at him. His hand slipped into his pocket, gripping something tightly.

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“The Wind Wyrm Aldra.” Metissa tensed, her lips pressed thin, silver eyes locked ahead. She gripped her spear instinctively.

Upper-tier gold-ranked strength posed a grave threat to them all.

“My lord,” the Silver Elf princess murmured softly, “though this beast appears massive and cumbersome, it is deceptively swift and agile—”

Her words were cut short as the dragon spread its wings and shot skyward with shocking speed. Even Brandon barely registered a streak of cyan before it dove into the cluster of Wind Spirit Spiders.

The spiders were familiar prey for Aldra, yet the golden Holy Swords clinging to them prickled its senses like a looming sword of Damocles. Its instincts weren’t wrong—but Brandon’s summons bore the brunt. In the blink of an eye, a gaping hole appeared in his Holy Sword formation.

“Scatter! Free-fire!”

Brandon barked orders, losing 2 Earth Elements as golden nets wove across the sky.

What happened next etched itself into his memory forever. As the dense web of light converged, Aldra moved effortlessly within it, weaving like a fish through water. Over seventy percent of the beams grazed harmlessly past, while those that struck merely glanced off its scales. Air seemed less an obstacle and more like another set of wings for this creature.

It wasn’t just Brandon—everyone gaped, mouths agape. Though fleeting, the moment stretched endlessly in their minds.

They watched Aldra twist and roll midair, dodging beams with deliberate slowness that paradoxically evaded every strike. This illusion shattered abruptly as the wyrm burst through the netting toward another cluster of spiders.

Such was the prowess of an upper-tier wind elemental being.

“No wonder it hails from the ,” Brandon marveled, a strange sense of beauty swelling within him. Tales of Aldras had reached him through players who ventured into the Plane of Wind, but witnessing one firsthand was awe-inspiring. Its speed alone left a profound impression. “Descendants of cloud spirits indeed live up to their name.”

Legends spoke of rolling storm clouds and lightning strikes heralding blue dragons soaring above the land, their velocity matching light and electricity. Clearly, their progeny inherited this legacy.

There was little time for reflection. On land, facing a gold-rank foe, Brandon, Metissa, and the spiders might stand a chance. But The Arena of Destiny had presented a formidable challenge.

Fortunately, it wasn’t insurmountable. Stepping back, Brandon shouted, “Metissa! Summon your unicorn!”

“Yes, my lord.”

The Silver Elf princess leapt into the air with her spear, and a emerged from a portal of light, catching her neatly on its saddle.

Merging rider and steed, Metissa soared toward Aldra. Though the wyrm rivaled lightning in speed, unicorns were no ordinary mounts.

Unicorns were among the strongest individual combatants, bonding exclusively with the and willingly serving as mounts. As part of the elves’ eleventh-tier forces, unicorns neared gold-rank peak individually, with elder specimens awakening elemental affinities.

Had Unicorn Knight allowed both Metissa and her mount to fight fully, the unicorn’s strength would far surpass hers. But constrained by card rules, only its speed remained intact here.

Still, it sufficed. Aldra immediately sensed the approaching threat. Though Metissa ranked merely at the lower end of gold-rank, exposing its back recklessly would spell disaster akin to Kulan’s plight.

Reluctantly abandoning the spider swarm, Aldra turned to confront the Silver Elf princess.

Their clash in the skies saw Aldra disadvantaged by its abrupt pivot, yet Metissa still bore the brunt of injury.

In a single fluid motion, the wyrm batted aside her spear, countered with a swipe, then ascended gracefully—unscathed.

Though Metissa narrowly avoided a fatal blow thanks to her royal unicorn’s speed, the swirling air currents surrounding Aldra sliced numerous wounds across her armor and skin.

These vortexes were characteristic of high-tier wind elementals. even mimicked them to create a spell—. However, compared to the original, the spell retained only defensive aspects.

As for offensive capabilities…

The girl aboard the unicorn touched her cheek, her palm smeared with silvery blood. Looking up, her eyes flashed with caution.

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