WebNovelUNITY94.59%

The Day Frost Turned To Ash

There was a simple moment of stillness, which was followed up by a torrent of powerful force as the two warriors of their respected houses clashed in the center of the battlefield.

A rain of arrows shadowed over the entire region for nearly an entire minute, and in that minute was all of the time that Sazir and Chase needed to regain a little bit of their energy reserves.

Then they launched toward each other.

Chase felt a strange emotion as he ducked underneath a blade made entirely of ice, perhaps it was completion, as he finally faced his internal self in such a dire moment.

He had found peace in a fight to the death.

Or maybe it is because he was never going to lose this fight.

And Sazir knew it as well. 

Pressing all of his Axis energy into his legs, he jumped over The Wendigo, feeling the cold air and ashen dust blow past him at incredible speeds.

Then he seen it, sparkling the color of blue, buried in the distant snow, was a blade. It was Hero's Fang.

Chase dodged countless jagged spikes of ice, as he landed with a slide through the remaining snow on the battlefield.

Hundreds- No, thousands of eyes were witnessing this battle from close and afar, and yet Chase felt no pressure in the midst of such a moment.

Sazir seemed to notice him going for his blade, his eyes widened in disbelief, as he began to form particles of ice in his right hand.

The jagged and fractured sword of Frostfang had been conjured back into the general's hand.

Chase cursed, wishing he had the energy reserves to do the same.

Sazir had already been upon him before he could reach halfway of the distance of his sword.

Chase weaved around several flashy attacks, even going as far as bending his body in the most inhuman of ways.

Onyx had once said that there was no greater skill in battle than the flexibility of both the mind and body.

Chase did the only thing he could do, and remembered one of his Primis lessons back at the academy.

At first he thought nothing of it, but then recalled that he had learned similar things in the few Runic classes that he had actually shown up for.

'Dark Arts usually revolved around runic magic... However that did not mean that all runic magic was apart of the Dark Arts...'

Chase fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding a slash aimed directly at the base of his neck.

Picking up a jagged piece of ice, that had not thawed from the flames of the Phoenix: He slit open a large cut on his forearm, and dashed backwards in hopes of completing the ritual.

"What are you doing?"

Sazir asked, as the dread of realization finally fell on the enemy slightly too late.

Chase had never made his own ability before, he had always been too focused on survival to actually get creative enough to do so.

"As fire meets frost... Let the rage of flames consume this field of mixed elements..."

"Stop!"

Sazir threw an attack at Chase, but it had been too late.

Crimson circles and runic language began to flow throughout the air around Chase.

Then they grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger until the entire radius on the battlefield had a large magic circle flowing with vibrant life above the entire area.

"Burn..."

The crimson circle began to radiate with life and death simultaneously, which seemed quite fitting when you thought deeply into both of his lineages.

Phoenix was the force of flames that radiated life, while Tartarus was the prison of the gods, and the true hell beyond death.

The ground began to burn, and ash fell from the circle that had overshadowed the evening sun above them.

Sazir's skin began to boil underneath the terrible pressure of the runic circle, as did Chase's but he was still at an advantage, since he had grown used to the power of his own flames.

"Let this be a battle of attrition..."

Chase couldn't help but grin at his own creation.

Picking up his blade, his grin grew wider.

"I have come here to avenge my father... As well as my people, and do not think for a moment that I will not slay your sister after I take your life... Dear god father..."

Sazir's face slowly grew solemn, and his sword hung lazily from his loosened grip.

Surely he was facing a lot of pain, being consumed by the very flames that had nearly taken his life once before.

Then they clashed in the midst of the blazing runes.

Once their blades met however, they were both shocked by something impossible.

Chase's sword had completely broken Sazir's in half at the very base of the steel blade.

"Rest now... As Eternity cannot follow you into the depths of hell..."

Then Chase thrusted Hero's Fang into the heart of The Wendigo.

Sazir muttered something, as blood spilled from his charred lips. 

"Th-"

"Say it."

Chase smiled sadly.

"Thank you..."

Then the life from Sazir's eyes slowly drained, and his body grew limp on the blade that Gemini and Chase had forged in the Phoenix Academy crucible.

Chase pulled the blade from Sazir's chest, and let his body fall on the mud of the battlefield.

Then he held his blood-stained blade in the air, and spoke with as much strength as he could muster up.

"Frostfang! See your general! Fall back and surrender to the allied forces!"

And they did just that, soldiers of Frostfang began to flee back toward their kingdom shrouded in snow.

Shock filled the eyes of the thousands of spectators, as Chase had just slain a ten star general.

But then another voice yelled twice as loud as Chase's.

"Do not yield! Kill them all, Chase them into their home and burn it!"

Chase's eyes widened at what Rider had just commanded.

"What..."

His blood ran cold as the soldiers of the allied armies grew hesitant in the orders of their king.