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Chapter 69: The King Beneath the Earth, Part 20

Above, the regrouped for another volley. Golden beams crisscrossed the heavens, weaving a dazzling tapestry of light.

Brandon’s held only 3 Earth Elements remaining, but he quickly placed Roshar's Market horizontally, ensuring the could strike twice within fifteen minutes.

Yet their attacks proved ineffective. Individual beams struggled to pierce even the outer magical defenses of , let alone melt through its thick scales. Concentrated barrages fared no better; Aldra’s speed outpaced the spiders’ ability to target it accurately.

It was then Brandon realized another fatal flaw in the combination. Once the swords were attached, their accuracy depended on the spiders’ attributes—but these creatures were woefully inadequate. Their agility and perception were abysmal, and their intelligence too low to calculate lead times.

Though sheer numbers might compensate for such shortcomings, the hundred-odd spiders left in the sky barely registered as a nuisance to Aldra. Its flight speed gained a bonus from agility of at least 300%.

Even with Metissa’s intervention, they could do little more than restrain the dragon temporarily.

Brandon watched the aerial battle intensify, stepping back as he drew another card—. He tossed it into the arena’s center, where it scribed a glowing sigil on the ground. A silvery steed erupted forth, gleaming like liquid moonlight.

“He’s summoning again!” one of the youths exclaimed, eyes wide with wonder.

To them, this fight had transcended comprehension. If Aldra represented the most fearsome monster in existence, then Brandon and Metissa had become paragons of strength in their eyes.

, however, remained silent. His focus was entirely consumed by the spectacle unfolding before him. Though the had been grander and bloodier, they lacked the fantastical splendor of this clash—golden nets slicing through the air, a wyrm battling an armored unicorn.

This skirmish evoked memories of his youth, when passion burned bright and battles felt less like grim necessity and more like heroic legend. He absently touched the on his finger, nostalgia washing over him.

Meanwhile, Brandon mounted the silver warhorse, urging it forward with a swift pat. The mechanical steed surged ahead, becoming a streak of light aimed straight at Aldra.

Mid-flight, Brandon activated his charge skill, accelerating past Metissa’s royal unicorn. Sword in hand, he targeted the dragon’s underbelly—the weakest point on any dragon. Unlike lesser drakes outfitted with chest plates by their human masters, wild wyrms like Aldra bore no such armor.

But Aldra sensed the threat below. With a sweep of its wings, it deflected Metissa’s spear and twisted its massive body midair, lashing out with its tail.

The steel-like appendage sliced through the air with a banshee-like shriek, narrowly missing Brandon as it grazed past him. The vortex of sharp winds shredded a strand of his hair. Ducking just in time, Brandon lost his opening. Aldra seized the moment, soaring upward before diving toward him like a bolt of azure lightning.

“Ah—”

Yuta heard Cinnabar gasp behind her. Startled, she realized she’d unconsciously gripped the iron bars so tightly her knuckles whitened. Embarrassed, she loosened her grip, though unease lingered.

Looking up, she saw Aldra’s overwhelming power exceed all expectations.

But Brandon himself harbored no such doubts. Tail sweeps followed by pursuit were classic dragon tactics. Though unfamiliar with wind wyrms specifically, Brandon knew flying lizards well enough. Without hesitation, he reined in the silver warhorse, halting midair, and called out softly to the distant Silver Elf princess:

“Metissa—”

Chasing after Aldra, Metissa glanced up, meeting Brandon’s gaze. Instantly understanding, she nodded as Brandon raised his sword. The surrounding Wind Spirit Spiders received their orders, organizing another barrage aimed directly between him and the wyrm.

Intersecting beams blocked Aldra’s descent, forcing the beast to pause midair. For a fleeting moment, the very winds seemed to still, silenced beneath the glaring brilliance of the light net. Aldra flailed against the barrier, unable to advance, while Brandon seized the reprieve. Glancing at his Elemental Pool—now down to 2 Earth Elements—he urged the warhorse to dive through the netting. Simultaneously, another materialized in his hand.

On the other side of the web, Aldra failed to notice Brandon’s maneuver. It faced a greater predicament: the sudden barrage of Holy Swords forced it to stall momentarily. This disruption proved costly. Though brief, it allowed Metissa and her royal unicorn to close the distance.

“.” Metissa tightened her grip on the silver spear, thrusting forward. Her petite frame unleashed terrifying force, spear and rider merging into a silver streak that cleaved the sky.

The streak pierced Aldra instantaneously, eliciting a roar that shook the entire arena. Despite attempting to evade at the last second, the vacuum zone generated by Metissa’s spear pulled the wyrm inexorably back.

The spear shattered Aldra’s outer magical defenses, parted the swirling winds, and shattered its azure-green scales, embedding itself deep within the wyrm’s spine. Blue blood erupted midair, raining down like a cascade before evaporating halfway, forming wispy clouds of pale blue.

This phenomenon exemplified —they were composed of wind essence, dispersing upon death and returning to the world as free-floating particles.

The agony stunned Aldra briefly. Thousand-Man Strike, an ancient elven technique slow to execute yet devastating in impact, inflicted severe harm despite the two-tier gap between Metissa and Aldra.

The behemoth plummeted downward, but Brandon and his warhorse had already traversed the same path through the pale clouds. Raising his head, Brandon watched Aldra fall toward him—one hand lifting the card high. “Reveal,” he declared.

The card depicted a charging cavalry unit. Releasing it, the card spiraled skyward, emitting blinding radiance:

“Fate Card—Charging Formation enters play. Planeswalker pays 2 Earth Elements.”

“Summoner and card—Unicorn Knight gain link affinity, shared strength, and damage distribution.”

In that instant, Brandon felt his power surge, doubling or more. Activating Ghost Knight Crystal and Strength Surge, he maximized his physical output, exchanging stamina for explosive force. Then he swung his sword upward.

A seemingly simple strike—but the blade unleashed a crescent-shaped shockwave that tore through the air. Compressed airflow formed razor-sharp currents, refracting light into a thirty-meter-wide arc stretching across half the sky.

That shimmering crescent hung suspended, freezing time for an eternal heartbeat. To those watching, it appeared as though space itself had been rent asunder.

“Upper Gold Rank…” Kulan stood rigid, statuesque. He didn’t understand what sorcery Brandon employed, but witnessing the young man ascend abruptly to was undeniable proof of extraordinary potential.

Few in the Vonder world experienced such epiphanic breakthroughs. In Kulan’s eyes, Brandon now bore resemblance to the rare few born of pure Gold bloodlines. He couldn’t help but wonder if the stubborn Tobbs might have descended from an ancient, long-established family.

Regardless of speculation, the crescent surged forward mercilessly, severing Aldra’s wings. Another deluge of blue blood rained down as the once-soaring wyrm tumbled earthward like a plucked goose.

With a thunderous crash, it landed heavily in the arena’s center, kicking up a cloud of dust. The ground trembled beneath their feet.

No words were spoken. Neither Cinnabar nor Yuta, nor anyone else, could muster commentary. They were transfixed—not only by the ferocity of the battle but also by its brevity. From Aldra’s ascent to its demise under Brandon and Metissa’s combined assault, scarcely half a minute had passed.

After a long silence, the miner youths exhaled deeply. An eerie quiet blanketed the arena. Minds replayed the fierce exchange, yet anticipation lingered—for Brandon to aid them.

Alas, disappointment awaited.

For Brandon paid them no heed. Instead, he claimed his prize. When the emerald text faded from his retina, a gray card materialized in his hand.

Gem Plains.

Clutching it tightly, Brandon felt immense satisfaction. Gazing down upon the arena, he spoke:

“Prepare for the final challenge, Metissa.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The Silver Elf maiden approached, bowing her head softly in response.

The next battle would be terrain-based. Aware of The Arena of Destiny’s rules, Brandon prepared accordingly.

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