I Only Tame Dragons

Chapter 126 Destroying the Rift

Dawnfire smirked, her earlier wariness replaced by a fierce grin. "Now that's more like it. Let's tear this trap apart."

Velvet nodded, cracking her knuckles. "I'm ready. Let's show whoever's messing with us that they made a big mistake."

Seraphina placed a hand on Fiora's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "You did well. Now leave the rest to us."

The group rallied, their earlier hesitation replaced by a newfound resolve. They had a target now, a focus for their efforts.

The trap had been sprung, but they weren't helpless prey. They were hunters, and they were ready to turn the tables on whoever had dared to trap them here.

Horizon took a deep breath, letting his eyes linger on the dark, pulsing rift in the air. Thanks to Fiora, they had managed to locate the source of the magical loop.

The jagged tear emanated an ominous hum, a constant reminder of the force keeping them trapped in this timeless loop.

It looked like a wound in reality itself, distorting the very air around it. He felt the weight of the unknown pressing against his chest. They had to act quickly—before the trap closed its jaws tighter around them.

"Alright," Horizon said, his tone firm. "The rift is the anchor. If we want to escape, we need to sever the magic that's feeding it. But this won't be easy. Whoever set this up knew what they were doing."

Seraphina nodded. "Disrupting a seal of this magnitude could trigger a backlash. We need to be prepared for anything. Velvet, you take the left side and create a barrier using one of our items. Dawnfire, get ready to nullify any incoming spells. Aria, you're with me on support. Fiora, you've done enough—just rest."

Fiora tried to protest, but Aria placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "She's right. You've already drained yourself. Let us handle the rest."

Fiora nodded reluctantly, leaning against a rock, her eyes still focused on the rift.

Horizon's undead minions formed a defensive line around them, ready to intercept any threats. The desert wind whipped up, carrying with it a faint, eerie whisper as if the land itself was resisting their attempt to break free.

"Ready?" Horizon called out. The group gave a collective nod.

"Let's do this," Seraphina replied.

They moved in unison, their actions swift and precise.

Velvet knelt down, pulling out a sleek, ornate quill from her pouch.

The [Starfire Quill] shimmered in her hand, its shaft carved from the feather of a mythical Phoenix, imbued with shimmering blue runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. The tip wasn't just ink; it was pure starlight, a concentrated fragment of celestial magic.

The quill had cost the Wingless Valkyrie a fortune—priceless jewels, a rare dragon's scale, and three priceless favors owed to the most powerful arcane clans across the lands.

Instead, he wielded death itself as if it were an extension of his will, blending sheer combat ferocity with forbidden magic.

"What the hell is he?" Velvet muttered, eyes wide with a mix of awe and confusion.

But before any questions could be voiced, Horizon planted his feet firmly on the ground and took aim at the rift.

The skeletal bazooka roared to life, its dragon maw opening wide as necrotic energy pooled within it. The entire weapon crackled with dark lightning, and the air vibrated with a low, resonating hum, as if the very essence of death was charging up for a cataclysmic release.

With a sharp exhale, Horizon pulled the trigger. A torrent of black energy erupted from the cannon's mouth, spiraling outward like a shadowy dragon's breath.

The blast tore through the air, a concentrated beam of pure necrosis that left a trail of blackened, withering space in its wake.

It slammed into the rift with a deafening explosion. The impact was immediate—the rift screamed as if it were a living thing, its edges cracking and fracturing, unable to withstand the raw power of Horizon and Seraphina's combines attack.

The dark energies of the necrotic blast seemed to consume the rift itself, pulling it inwards as it collapsed under its own weight. Waves of dark energy erupted from it, slamming into Velvet's barrier. The red runes flickered but held strong under the assault.

"Now!" Horizon shouted.

Aria thrust her staff into the ground, channeling her magical energy directly into the sand. Tendrils of shadow surged from the earth, wrapping around the rift like chains. They constricted tightly, pulling at the tear, trying to pry it open further.

At the same time, Seraphina poured her golden light into the rift, the two opposing forces clashing violently.

Dawnfire stepped in, releasing her counter-spell. A wave of blue flames washed over the rift, nullifying the dark energy spilling out.

It was like dousing oil with water—chaotic and explosive. Sparks of blue and black shot out in all directions, but the rift began to shrink, the tear slowly mending.

"Push harder!" Seraphina urged, sweat dripping down her forehead.

Suddenly, a deep rumble echoed through the desert. The ground beneath them shook violently. Cracks spiderwebbed out from the rift, splitting the earth. The wind picked up, howling with a bone-chilling intensity. It felt as if the desert itself was trying to swallow them whole.

The rift pulsed one last time, releasing a shockwave of pure magical energy. It struck the group like a physical blow, nearly knocking them off their feet. Velvet's barrier shattered, the crimson runes dissipating into the air.

"Hold on!" Dawnfire shouted, her blue flames intensifying as she pushed back against the wave.

Aria quickly cast a protective spell over Fiora, shielding her from the blast. Seraphina and Horizon gritted their teeth, and blasted another wave of spell into the rift.

With a final, ear-splitting crack, the rift collapsed in on itself. The dark tear shrank rapidly, folding into a pinprick of darkness before vanishing entirely.

The desert fell silent, the oppressive energy lifting like a heavy fog clearing from the land.