Chapter 84: The Forbidden Peaks and the Silver Tyrant

The winds howled across the jagged landscape, shrieking like the cries of fallen warriors. Sky Mountains—land of death and gods. Even the clouds seemed afraid to drift too close to its towering spires.

Three shadows moved silently through the barren land, leaving no trace behind.

Reyon's gaze swept over the endless cliffs as the trio advanced across razor-sharp ridges. With every step, the pressure grew thicker. He could feel it—deep within his bones.

"Keep formation," Reyon muttered under his breath. His voice didn't tremble despite the altitude or the danger ahead.

Behind him, Emperor Edward Phoenix clicked his tongue. "We've tightened border security… but I still feel like this place itself is watching us."

Evelyn, adorned in a cloak embroidered with storm glyphs, nodded while keeping pace effortlessly. "No one followed. The Classers are doing their job."

Indeed, no one knew they were here. The entire mission, orchestrated in secret, was hidden under layers of false reports and diversions. With the strongest forces of the Phoenix Empire on the move, the borders had been locked tighter than ever. No rumors leaked.

The Sky Mountains stretched far beyond any normal range, the ten highest peaks of the continent rising like blades tearing into the heavens.

Reyon stepped onto a crag, his feet barely touching the edge before he launched to the next one. His body moved with the precision of a phantom.

Edward narrowed his eyes. "He's changed," he said under his breath. "That boy… he's far too composed."

Evelyn watched the young man ahead of them. "Ever since graduation… he hasn't flinched—not once—even against enemies far stronger than him."

Reyon halted at a narrow summit, his hand resting on a stone. "We're almost there," he announced.

The air shifted.

Chills, like frost slipping through their veins.

They could feel it now—an immense, soul-crushing pressure crawling down the back of their necks.

Wyvern.

It hadn't shown itself yet, but its aura wrapped around them like a noose.

Edward exhaled. "I've been through thousands of battles. Yet this is the first time… I'm not confident abiut winning."

But Reyon didn't pause.

He surged forward, ignoring the crushing sensation.

"Wait—Reyon—" Edward called out instinctively.

But Evelyn chuckled softly. "He's always like this. Doesn't even blink at monsters stronger than him."

Edward watched him. "Fearless. Almost inhuman."

"No." Evelyn's voice lowered. "Prepared. As if he's seen monsters worse than this… and lived."

All three leapt from peak to peak, closing in on the source of the monstrous aura.

They arrived.

The last peak.

Before them stood the ruler of this cursed land.

The wyvern.

But what they saw wasn't the grotesque monstrosity they expected.

Instead, a majestic creature coiled on the summit like a divine guardian. Silver scales shimmered under the sun, refracting hues of azure and violet. Its body radiated mana, dense and pure like a bottomless sea. Its eyes—icy blue—glowed with ancient wisdom.

Reyon's gaze sharpened. "So… that's the monster that slaughtered entire forests of beasts."

Edward tensed. "Beautiful… and yet—"

"A monster," Evelyn finished grimly. "No matter what it looks like."

The wyvern's eyes twitched.

And then it roared.

The sky split.

With a flap of its massive wings, thousands of jagged rock shards rose from the cliffs and hurtled toward the trio. Each one sharp enough to pierce steel.

"Stay back!" Reyon shouted. His hand snapped forward.

Aqua Slash.

The symbol σ glowed on his ring—once, twice—eighteen times.

The water spell exploded outward—thin, bladed waves that shimmered like mirrors in the air.

SHHHHHING!

Millions of razor-sharp slashes met the rain of stones.

A storm of magic clashed. Water against earth.

A hurricane of impact erupted across the peak, rattling the mountain's roots. The rocks disintegrated mid-air.

Evelyn shielded her eyes. "He's using eighteen σ… effortlessly now?"

Edward looked at Reyon's glowing ring. "The ring of ferica… it's changed everything."

Reyon lowered his hand slowly. "No recoil," he muttered. "Finally."

The wyvern screeched again. It didn't like being challenged.

It flapped its wings again—this time, not to launch projectiles, but to summon a storm.

Gales formed in seconds.

A cyclone of wind compressed to the point it was visible.

The attack roared toward them, crushing boulders and bending the peak itself.

"Move—!" Edward warned.

But Evelyn stepped forward.

"No need," she whispered. Her voice carried a cold confidence.

Clamo Vento Dues. Cause of the spell's prowess gained a nickname(Scream of wind god)

Wind twisted around her like a divine tempest, spiraling in reverse and clashing against the incoming storm.

The collision was deafening.

The spell exploded, repelling the hurricane generated by the wyvern. The compressed wind Evelyn released shot straight toward the beast—sharp, surgical, god-like.

It neared—

And the wyvern… blinked.

With a single flick of its massive wing, the legendary spell was swatted aside like a leaf.

Boom—!

The redirected force shattered a nearby cliff.

Evelyn's breath hitched. "What…?"

Edward gritted his teeth. "It… negated her spell. Her strongest spell."

Reyon's eyes narrowed. "So that's it."

His voice was calm—but there was a new tension in it.

"This beast…" he muttered, mostly to himself. "It's stronger than I thought."

He clenched his fist, the symbol on his ring glowing again.

"It didn't even use its breath attack yet… and still overpowered Aunt Evelyn's spell like it was nothing."

It's physical attacks are on par with veteran 8th circle spells if it used his breath it might reach power above peal 8th circle and just below 9th circle spells

A gust of wind blew across the peak, cold and unnatural.

Edward took a defensive stance beside him. "What now?"

Reyon's gaze never left the silver beast.

His voice was quiet, but resolute.

"We give it everything we have."