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It wasn't until the Astral Journey, at the beginning of the turmoil, that things finally took a turn for the better.
During his traversal of the Chaos Sea in search of the Astral City, Casalos, through the introduction of the Golden Dragon Monk, had the privilege of accessing the complete secrets of the Zethian training system. Through this system, Casalos constructed a Soul-Severing Elemental Calculation Model, which he called the "Pseudo-Laplace's Demon." As a chaotic computer, its control over power possessed a precision far exceeding any known method of magical control. With this breakthrough, Casalos was finally able to precisely control the range and intensity of the disintegration, gradually stripping away the purgatory power that had invaded Quitamiz's body without causing as much harm as possible.
The state of consciousness of Quetamiz also adds an extra layer of complexity to the treatment. Affected by the power of purgatory, the Iron Dragon Mother's consciousness is mostly in a state of chaos, even when she is occasionally lucid. She may even mistake Casaloz for the deceased Supreme Dragon Garugsingo or some other Iron Dragon, recounting tales that only exist in ancient legends.
The treatment of Daenerys Targaryen was more difficult and complicated than expected.
For years, the infernal power of Chassar has been relentlessly eroding the Dragon Mother's body and soul. This is no ordinary injury, but a manifestation of the pure evil of the demigod red dragon, a vicious solidification of Tiamat's agents in Faerûn's cleansing of the Araneae race.
The creation of the pseudo-Laplace's demon did allow Casalos to manipulate the Disintegration Force with unprecedented precision, but this only meant he could minimize, rather than completely eliminate, the additional damage inflicted on Daenerys during the healing process. The healing itself remained a painful and lengthy process, akin to painstakingly removing tiny thorns from the body's tissues without anesthesia.
Casalos set up a temporary treatment room at the astral outpost. The entire space was surrounded by multiple psionic barriers to ensure that the treatment process would not be disturbed by the outside world. Three grey dwarf psionic masters were invited to assist, and they set up complex psionic devices in the corners to regulate the flow of astral matter within the room.
Casalos spent a full day making final preparations before the treatment officially began. It checked every...
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She meticulously adjusted every parameter, ensuring everything was in optimal condition. Even so, she felt a deep unease as she watched the weakened Dragon Mother being carefully placed on the treatment table.
"Begin, my child." Quetztamiz, who had just woken up, rubbed her chin against Casalos's skull. "Don't stop because of my pain; I can endure this suffering."
Casalos took a deep breath and began its first attempt at treatment. Its consciousness maintained focus through the pseudo-Laplace's demon, and with the help of the astral rule of "whatever you wish for," it transformed into tangible threads of "psychic power" that extended into Daenerys's body. It sought out the weakest point where the power of purgatory met Daenerys's body, using it as a suitable entry point, before carefully attaching the disintegrating power to the psychic threads and transmitting it to the "lesion" area.
The effects were immediate, but accompanied by immense pain. Under the disintegration of the primordial power, the infernal energy disintegrated into a more primitive and harmless state. Kuitamiz's body convulsed violently, thick blood seeping from between her scales. Even as she tried to endure it, painful groans escaped from her tightly closed dragon beak. Casalos was heartbroken, but it could only continue.
The treatment lasted less than half an hour before Quetamiz's vital signs began to deteriorate rapidly. Casalos had to interrupt the treatment, and the grey dwarf psionicists immediately stepped forward to stabilize the dragon mother's condition with psionic energy. After emergency treatment, Quetamiz's condition gradually stabilized.
The initial treatment brought both joy and worry to the Dragon Queen and the Dragon. A small area of purgatory energy in the upper abdomen, near the liver, had been successfully broken down, restoring some of the internal organs' luster. But this was merely a drop in the ocean, and the price paid was far too high.
"How many treatments like this will it take to completely expel the power of purgatory?" Casalos asked himself, having already calculated the final outcome: at the current pace and given Daenerys's tolerance, at least a hundred treatments would be needed to restore her to health. Each treatment would require ample recovery, and as the treatment progressed, Daenerys's condition would improve, the intensity of the treatments could increase over time, and the recovery intervals would shorten. Conservatively, the entire process would last several years.
Several years is but a fleeting moment for a dragon, but Casaloz hasn't yet gotten used to its long-lived species' concept of time. Quetamiz's rare awakening makes it reluctant to abandon its mother and run off to play the game of dragon god progression with Gaelos the Dragon Nightmare.
However, as if sensing its inner struggle, Kuitamiz spoke up, "I know you have more important things to do. Go, my child. The future of the Atheros is far more important than the life of a dying old dragon."
"I can't abandon you!" Casalos lowered his head and raised his tail high, his scales all over his body bristling.
"You didn't abandon me; you fought for our people." Kuitamiz gently combed Casalos's scales with her dragon wings. "And you've already done the most important thing for me—the first treatment was crucial and the most dangerous. Now that the power of Purgatory has been weakened, I feel much better, but it will still take quite some time for me to recover to a state where I can withstand the next treatment."
"I'll carry plenty of dimensional bags with me," Casalos decided. "The dogs will keep me updated on your situation, and I'll be back immediately if anything goes wrong."
Kuitamiz nodded weakly, its tail curling around Casaroz: "Go, fulfill your mission. Don't worry about me; we Aetherosaurus don't die so easily."
For the next two days, Casaroz remained with the Dragon Queen, sharing tender moments. This was their first real interaction since the battle at the Sacred Lands of Athena. Although physically weak, Kuitamiz's mind grew increasingly clear. With the infernal power partially dispelled, her memories gradually returned, and she no longer confused Casaroz's identity.
Quetzmiz recounted the past glories and suffering of the Aetherian race to Casalos. Some of these stories Casalos had learned from abstract traditions; the God's-eye view offered only a macro-level, concise history, lacking detail. Through the Dragon Mother's narration, Casalos gained a deeper understanding of the Aetherian race's history—but if he felt anything, he only thought it was rather foolish.
Before leaving, Casalos entrusted the care of the Dragon Queen to several of his most trusted half-dragon sorcerers. He devised a detailed care plan, including various indicators during the recovery period, the specific time for the next treatment, and contingency plans for any possible emergencies.
"Remember, notify me immediately via astral communication of any unusual situation," Casalos instructed Svent and Eisen. "The Mother of Dragons' safety is paramount."
Next, Casalos took one last look at the sleeping Dragon Queen, then transformed into the golden dragon Tobias Standard and left the Astral Outpost, flying towards Damara to complete his "first" formal meeting with Galos Dragon Nightmare.
During his time in Damara, Tobiastern primarily interacted with the Bloodfeather Dynasty's royal family and never appeared on the front lines against the Exiles. Even with Casalos's "guarantee" and "recommendation," Dragon Nightmare remained indifferent towards him. It wasn't until he revealed his exorcising power derived from Bahamut that he gained the initial trust of Dragon Nightmare and the silver dragon Jerlesk—for a paladin and a chosen one, nothing is more convincing than divine power originating from the same source as their respective gods.
9. Sanatos
Besides Tobiasternd, the team assembled by Dragon Nightmare also included an elven archmage named Elvir, dressed in purple robes.
Dragon Nightmare displayed an ancient parchment scroll containing prophetic maxims from Bahamut. The prophecy stated that when "the dragon warrior clad in golden armor" and "the devout followers of the North Wind King" joined forces, they would be able to defeat "the king of the undead."
Longyan explained that this was a divine prophecy bestowed upon him by Bahamut during his meditation at the Holy Land, and Tobiastern's arrival was precisely to fulfill this prophecy—after all, prophecies are all ambiguous statements, and any interpretation is plausible. However, Casalos knew clearly that Longyan had spent the entire turbulent period with Bahamut's saints, so his credibility was quite high.
According to the prophecy of Bahamut, the Lord of the North Wind, an important mission was established: to travel to the 113th level of the Abyss, Thanatos, to steal the artifact of the Undead Lord Oculus and sever the source of power for the Vasa demons and the army of the undead.
Casalos was unwilling to proceed according to plan, especially since Tiamat was behind this operation. Having infiltrated the fray, it was determined to disrupt Tiamat's scheme. It seized the opportunity to provide crucial information known only to the gods: Occas, the undead king, had recently been successfully assassinated by Ziavinzali. Although he had been resurrected and regained control of Thanatos, he had lost a significant amount of authority and power, leaving him weakened. Now was the perfect time to eliminate him once and for all!
Upon hearing this, Longyan fell into deep thought, then knelt down and prayed to Bahamut before approving of this radical new plan.
With the guidance of one dragon god and the covert efforts of another, the path to Thanatos was already laid out before Gairos Dragon Nightmare; he only needed to follow the instructions. Reaching Thanatos required two things: an archmage capable of casting interdimensional teleportation spells, and an item to pinpoint Thanatos's coordinates. The elven mage Elville possessed the ability to cast qualified teleportation spells, while the Witch King's Chalice of Fate was the perfect item for locating Thanatos.
"We must first raid the stronghold of the Astray and seize his life casket," said Dragon Nightmare. "This is not only necessary for our journey to the Abyss, but it will also temporarily throw Vasa's demons and undead army into chaos, ensuring Damara's safety while we are away."
That night, with the help of Gerlesk's cover magic and Elville's invisibility, the four adventurers silently infiltrated the Fortress of the Strange. Deep within the fortress, they found the Fortress of the Strange's Fate—
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A metal box inlaid with black gems and bones. To the four legendary powerhouses, even the Witch King, Zheng Yi, was nothing more than a trivial obstacle. Long Yan's holy light longsword easily shattered Zheng Yi's death shield, Elville's counter-spell blocked its escape route, and Jellesk and Casalos didn't even need to revert to their dragon forms; their human forms alone were enough to suppress the Witch King's resistance.
The entire battle lasted only a few minutes before the Witch King, Zheng Yi, was pierced through the chest by the Dragon Nightmare's holy sword, his body beginning to disintegrate as if some kind of remote-controlled spell had been severed. At the same time, Casalos successfully seized the Life Box.
After seizing the Life Box, the four "people" quickly evacuated the fortress. In a safe location, Elville retrieved the Life Box and began casting an interdimensional teleportation spell. Accompanied by a strange pulling sensation, and guided by divine power, the team arrived at the Hungry Plains of Sanatos during a stable teleportation.
Beneath the gloomy sky, twisted black buildings stood in the distance, their mournful wails faintly audible. Countless skeletons littered the earth, and the underworld, flowing from it, stretched to the western horizon, a region forever unreachable. The river exuded an ancient aura of death, freezing into frost along with the sulfurous and decaying smells in the air, scattering across the plains.
"This is Thanatos," Gerlesk murmured, his silver eyes scanning the desolate landscape. "Even in the abyss, it is infamous for its life-ending nature."
After casting a detection spell, Elville's expression grew even more grave: "The concentration of negative energy here far exceeds my expectations. Ordinary creatures would be completely corroded after staying here for several hours; even we shouldn't linger."
Casalos transformed back into his golden dragon form, his scales shimmering with a warm light in the dim environment: "A strange abyss, where the aura of death originates from the underworld, yet it feels so out of place."
Longyan took out a small crystal ball, from which a map of Sanatos appeared. He pointed out that the team first needed to go to Narathael, where, although a massacre had taken place, the Banshee Queen's servants were still active. They could help the team cross the undead army and the Hills of the End to infiltrate Orcus's Fortress of the Dead.
"However, we must proceed with caution. Thanatos's undead army is vast, and even with our strength, we would find it difficult to confront the entire legion head-on."
The party traveled northeast, traversing for several prime material days, until they reached the City of the Dead, a city deeply embedded in the surface of the frozen ocean and protected by a frozen moat originating from the River Styx. This place had once served as the winter capital of the Banshee Queen Ziawensari, attracting a noble class of intelligent undead beings—vampires, banshees, and ghosts—former servants of Orcus, and a group seeking to curry favor with the new goddess of this plane and carve out a place for themselves in her gradually emerging dimensional empire.
Now that the Undead Lord has returned, those inhabitants who did not flee are trying to curry favor with their former master by betraying one another for their lives, but it is unclear whether their efforts will be of any use. After the initial massacre purged the city of the priestesses and powerful servants of Ziawensari, Orcus largely avoided Naratal, leaving the land to rot in its own nauseating decay.
Almost all the inhabitants of Naratell are the dead, many resurrected from the corpses of drow and spider-elves who were once loyal to the vengeful banshee. The most numerous of these creatures are the skinless corpses, skinned bodies that act as facilitators of Ziawensari's will. These brave few who remain in Naratell operate under magical guise, maintaining contact with their kin across the entire plane. For the living to seek aid from these unsettling beings in order to survive in Naratell is utterly terrible; their thirst for vengeance is enough to destroy any alliance.
But... Casaloz and Dragon Nightmare's purpose for this trip was the same as the revenge goal of these skinless corpses.
After the Dragon Nightmare, whose negotiation skills were maxed out, stated its purpose, a priestess who called herself Sarah appeared, protected by a skinless corpse rushing forward—Cassaros was certain that this was definitely a winged arm of Bahamut.
Sarah led the team deeper into the temple: "Follow me. The goddess left behind a secret passage to the End of Oblivion. But you must first complete a ritual to gain the ability to traverse the undead army."
At the center of the temple was a circular pool, its water a silvery hue, shimmering softly. Sarah took a silver dagger from the altar: "You each need to offer a drop of blood, merging it into the pool. This will allow the Banshee Queen's blessing to adhere to you, concealing your life force, which is not of the dead."
With Bahamut's endorsement, Casalos wasn't afraid of the drow or the deposed goddess using a drop of blood to play tricks. He joined the others in making a small cut on his humanoid arm, letting the blood drip into the pool. Each time a drop of blood touched the surface, the pool shimmered briefly before returning to calm. When the last drop of blood merged into the water, the entire pool suddenly emitted a dazzling silver light, and a warm current rose from the water, enveloping the four of them.
"The Banshee Queen's blessing has been bestowed upon you," Sarah said. "Now even the most perceptive undead of Thanatos can hardly detect your presence. But remember, this blessing will only last until the end of the next Abyssal Moon cycle; you must complete your mission before then."
Sarah led them to a hidden passage behind the temple: "This passage leads directly to the back of the Hills of the End, bypassing most of the undead army's strongholds. From there, you'll need to cross the Wailing Wilds to reach the Fortress of the Dead."
Jelllesk attempted to guide the power of the North Wind King's domain to examine the magical traces at the entrance to the passage: "There are powerful concealment spells in this passage; it is indeed the power of a goddess."
Sarah nodded. "At the other end of the passage is an abandoned Soul Reaper's lair, now almost deserted. From there, you can safely enter the Wailing Wilds."
"Aren't you coming with us?" Elville asked.
Sarah shook her head. "I must stay here to maintain the temple's barrier. If I leave, this last sanctuary will vanish. Good luck, warriors. Remember, though Orcus is wounded now, he remains a formidable enemy."
The other end of the passage was indeed safe. Scattered throughout the abandoned Soul Reaper's lair were broken skeletons and decaying fabrics, with strange metal devices piled in a corner—tools the Soul Reapers used to torture their prey. Beyond the lair lay the so-called Howling Wasteland. This was an even more desolate area, the ground covered in gray ash, each step kicking up a small cloud of dust. Faint cries and groans echoed in the air, as if countless souls were trapped in this land, forever unable to escape.
Gray ash, all bone meal.
Within a small, visible area, the bone dust appeared still, but under extraordinary perception, the entire desert seemed to surge with Thanatos's "breathing," with howling storms echoing the wails of lost, ethereal undead creatures permanently bound to this desolate wasteland.
At the heart of this vast region stands a colossal tower-like structure built of endless white bones, seemingly leading directly to other abyssal realms. That is the Fortress of the Dead, the throne of power of the Immortal Lord Okus on Thanatos.
10.The King of the Immortal
The end of annihilation is the god-like realm of the immortal lord Okus. Its boundary with Thanatos is blurred, unlike the god-like realm which is directly separated from its original plane. However, the distortion of rules, like that of the god-like realm, is real.
Casalos felt a profound unease, not from the abundant negative energy of the place, but from the chaotic rules filled with distortion and contradiction. Everything here seemed to follow a logic completely different from that of the prime material world; even the air felt thick and distorted, as if it might solidify or explode at any moment.
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“The rules here are unusually active,” it whispered, its muscles twitching unnaturally beneath its golden scales. “Chaos itself seems to be devouring all order.”
“Strange, the Banshee Queen’s blessing seems to be strengthening,” Elville said in surprise, looking at the bluish-black lines spreading across his arm, the protective mark bestowed upon them by Zia Winsari. “This must be because Zia Winsari and Orcus both belong to the Chaos faction.”
“But here, His blessing can no longer provide us with concealment,” Gerlesk’s dragon eyes narrowed to a thin line, his silver scales still shimmering faintly in the dim light. “No power can hide its tracks in the domain of a godlike being.”
Gaelos Dragon Nightmare gripped his holy sword tightly, the divine light emanating from its blade standing out starkly in this chaotic realm. He wore full plate armor, the dragon emblem on his shoulders gleaming brightly, rising and falling slightly with his breath.
“We have crossed the Hills of the End, leaving the army of the dead behind. Now we are deep in enemy territory; it’s time to show our true power.” The two dragons, carrying the two men, soared into the sky, their tiered trajectory climbing high enough before plunging straight down towards the distant Fortress of the Dead, the core fortress of Naokus. Scattered across the ground were fragments of bones and weapons, remnants of an ancient battle. Occasionally, dark red lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the desolate wasteland.
A twisted black shadow suddenly appeared on the horizon ahead, rapidly drawing the team towards it. The thing was enormous, but its shape was difficult to discern, as if several creatures had been forcibly stitched together.
"Here it comes!" Long Yan raised the Holy Sword to his chest, ready for battle.
The shadowy figure rapidly approached, finally revealing its true form—a gray, triune monster, an unnatural fusion of three Deathbringers. It had six arms, three heads, and its body parts were contorted incongruously, as if it might split or collapse at any moment.
“A creation of the abyss,” Gerlesk murmured, “a stitched-together monster, an experimental product of Orcus.”
The monster roared, and the viscous air trembled slightly from the impact. Casalos instantly stepped forward, his scorching dragon magic converging along his basal vessels to his chest. The Bahamut's exorcising power, disguised as the fragmentation of primordial power, merged into it.
The golden dragon opened its massive jaws, unleashing a blinding golden flame that shot towards the triune monster, engulfing it. The moment the golden flames touched the monster, it let out a deafening shriek, its three heads contorting in agony as it struggled to escape the scorching pain.
However, it was too late. Disintegration is absolutely destructive to monsters that rely on twisted and chaotic rules to maintain their form. The Trinity monster rapidly shrank in the flames, like a piece of paper being roasted, and finally turned into a wisp of burning smoke and scattered away.
“Impressive,” Elville commented, withdrawing the spell he was about to cast. “It seems the divine power of the North Wind God still works here.”
“But the resistance will only get stronger,” Long Yan said warily, glancing around. “We need to conserve our strength to face the final challenge.”
His prophecy was soon proven true. As the four continued onward, more and more undead and abyssal demons appeared in their path. However, these enemies posed only minor obstacles to the squad consisting of a golden dragon of holy light, a silver dragon paladin, a legendary paladin, and a legendary mage.
Casaloz's dragon breath, like the dawn's light, dispelled most of the obstacles in its path; Jelllesk's orderly icy breath restrained most of the Natalli demons; Dragon Nightmare's holy sword could take the life of an undead creature with every swing; and Elvir's magic skillfully controlled the entire battlefield, ensuring that the squad was always in optimal condition and in a favorable environment.
After defeating the third wave of undead legions composed of winged abyssal ghouls or flying zombies, the squad reached the main gate of the Fortress of the Dead.
Squads of skeleton warriors and soul-reapers patrolled the city walls, while an army led by death knights stood guard outside the gates. However, just as they were about to launch their attack, a figure swept across the fortress's highest tower and vanished into a narrow spatial rift.
“That’s Hasson,” Gerlesk said, his eyes gleaming. “Okus’s chief diplomat, a human-turned-lich sorcerer, and he’s run away.”
“A coward will always be a coward,” Long Yan sneered, “even if he gains immortality.”
“We should take advantage of the defensive disarray and attack immediately,” Elville suggested.
Casalos agreed to the strategy. It took a deep breath and once again unleashed a fan-shaped "Bahamut's Holy Flame," sweeping across and directly destroying the main gate of the Fortress of the Dead and the nearby guards—at times like these, Casalos would regret that it was too young. If it had grown into an ancient being... no, just old age, its dragon breath, amplified by the splitting and blazing flames, would be enough to destroy an entire demon army in one gulp.
Hasson's sudden escape disrupted the cooperation between the demons and the undead. With the help of Jelllesk's priestly spells, Elvir released a ray that opened a huge hole in the tightly closed skeletal gate of the Fortress of the Dead, and the two dragons and two humans rushed into the fortress.
The internal corridors no longer allowed the two dragons to fly freely; they had to descend to the ground to move. Without the advantage of dominating the skies, the resistance they faced increased dramatically. But demons and undead could not stop them—of the powerful demons who once served Orcus, after his death at the hands of the Banshee Queen, either betrayed him or perished in the eternal internal struggles of the Abyss, leaving only a handful of survivors. After Orcus returned to Thanatos, these powerful demons who still followed him were entrusted with important tasks: some guarding various parts of Thanatos, some leading countless armies in the eternal war against Gozt, and others conducting covert operations against Demogorgon.
Apart from Orcus himself, no other powerful demon dwells within the Fortress of the Dead.
The squad traversed several layers of defenses that appeared weak due to the lack of strong warriors, and dealt with thousands of unqualified guards along the way, finally arriving at a massive black stone gate.
A skull was carved on the door, its empty eye sockets flickering with eerie green flames. The negative energy seeping from the cracks in the door indicated that the immortal lord Oculus was behind it.
"Are you ready?" Long Yan looked around at everyone.
Jelllesk and Elville nodded, while Casalos growled in response—it really wanted to complain about why these demon villains always liked to sit on their thrones waiting for "heroes" to come knocking, but neither the silver dragon, the human paladin, nor the elven mage seemed to understand the joke, so it had to give up. The mage and the silver dragon priest activated the final protective and buffing spells for the party, and the nominal leader, Dragon Nightmare, reached out and pushed open the massive stone door.
The scene inside the throne room was breathtaking. The space was unimaginably vast, its ceiling disappearing into endless darkness, clearly indicating it had become a demiplane. Countless souls drifted in the air, emitting mournful howls. In the center of the hall was a colossal throne made of piled-up bones, and upon this throne sat a gigantic demon—the Undead Lord Okus.
This towering Natalie demon stood approximately 6 meters tall. His bulging, twisted muscles formed a grotesque mass of flesh that created his imposing form. His head resembled a monstrous ram's head, complete with a massive throat filled with sharp teeth. His thick-haired legs ended in two-toed hooves. Leather wings and a barbed tail finished the complete demonic silhouette.
Orcus holds a scepter—the Staff of Orcus, a weapon that looks like a warhammer but is called a scepter, and is the source of power for the Vasa demons and the army of the dead.
“You ignorant mortals,” Orcus’s voice echoed in the throne room like the whispers of a thousand wronged souls.
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"You've finally arrived, just as I expected."
There was no response. In fact, the mage had cast a silencing spell on everyone before the Dragon Nightmare opened the gate.
Remaining silent is one of the necessary measures when facing the immortal lord Oculus.
Okus's goat-like face furrowed slightly as he abruptly swung his scepter, unleashing a black ray that instantly struck the Dragon Nightmare. A radiant shield erupted, but the ray ignored it, penetrating his body and triggering the pre-cast anti-death barrier. Even after mitigating the instant-death damage, the paladin still groaned, kneeling on one knee, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.
Jelllesk immediately cast several instant-cast low-level area-of-effect spells to stabilize Gaelos and reinforce his defenses with new anti-death barriers. Casalos-Tobiastern leaped forward, his body taut like a cat in mid-air, his golden dragon eagle claws reaching out to Okus, but always just a hair's breadth short of touching him.
Both the dragon and the human moved sluggishly, not because of any resistance, but as if the flow of time itself had been disrupted. Okus's godlike power was at work; even in its weakened state of lost authority, the godlike power still exerted absolute suppression over mortals.
"You think I'd engage you in hand-to-hand combat?" Okus let out a mocking laugh. "You think I'd give Bahamut's pawns a chance to show their power? The moment you entered Thanatos, I could smell that utterly detestable old dragon on you!"
Casalos twisted his slender body in mid-air, took a deep breath, and mobilized the boiling dragon magic power in his body to breathe a dragon breath towards the silver dragon, paladin, and mage. It was not a sudden rebellion; after leaving his mouth, it surged and condensed into four solid "droplets" of two large and two small, which stuck to himself, Gerlesk, Dragon Nightmare, and Elville respectively. Then, they quickly twisted and transformed into the burning faceless holy armor.
Aside from the golden dragon itself, which was immune to fire, the three warriors immediately felt intense burning pain. The essence of the dragon's breath was still golden dragon flame, which would burn the wearer even when it was shaped into armor.
At the same time as the excruciating pain, the "out-of-control" restraints originating from the quasi-divine power also loosened, and "Bahamut's exorcising power" was dismantling all the effects of Okus's quasi-divine power.
The weak-fire Jerlesk was enduring the most intense pain, its body writhing in agony, yet unable to utter a sound due to the Silence spell. The silver dragon's body was now able to move freely, unleashing a devastating burst of icy dragon breath, not seeking to harm its enemy but merely to use the elemental advantage and the chilling effect to restrict Okus's movements.