Chapter 782  Clash of Titans       

      Ren and the group found themselves in the heart of the volcano, a place of seclusion where Iraelyn, the Warlord of Wrath, had chosen to retreat. The molten rocks and fiery landscape painted an eerie yet magnificent scene. The air was thick with tension, and the ground trembled beneath their feet.

To their astonishment, the Rebellion Army had already established its presence, positioning themselves strategically amidst the volcanic craters. The crimson glow of lava reflected off their armor, creating an intimidating spectacle. In the midst of the turmoil, Iraelyn soared through the skies, her wings casting shadows over the fiery terrain.

In the heart of the chaos, Malifira stood by with Salister Kane, the ominous figure who had accompanied her. His appearance added to the tension — a stark contrast to the searing backdrop. But what captured everyone's attention was the leader of the Rebellion Army, Infernal of the house of Abyssal Wrath.

Infernal himself, the head of the noble House of Abyssal Wrath, emerged as an ancient demon with magma-like skin that radiated with a sinister lava like glow. His lizard-like tail swirled behind him as he stood robust and tall, commanding an air of authority. Multiple horns adorned his head, each emitting a red luminescence that accentuated his ominous presence.

The leader wielded two formidable tomahawks, their edges gleaming with an eerie light. His mouth, filled with rows of jagged teeth, exuded an unsettling aura. Lava oozed from the gaps between the teeth, creating an image that struck fear into the hearts of those who gazed upon him.

Contrary to her usual jealous demeanor, Malifira didn't resemble a spiteful witch at that moment. Instead, she carried herself as if she were about to grace a runway with an air of confidence and elegance.

Malifira possessed an otherworldly allure that could captivate even the most resolute souls. Her extravagant appearance mirrored the tumultuous power that lay dormant within her, a swirling blend of mystique and danger.

Her curls cascaded down like an emerald-green tendrils, framing a face that bore the mark of both elegance and caprice. The emerald hue of her eyes seemed to dance with an ethereal fire, reflecting an inner chaos that few could fathom. Streaks of midnight black, green, and neone green wove through her luxuriant locks.

Malifira's skin was a canvas that radiated a ghostly luminescence. The flawless expanse of her body held an ethereal quality, its luminosity accentuating the enigmatic charm that enveloped her. She bore a figure that rivaled the curvaceous allure of Desira, the embodiment of both beauty and temptation.

Malifira's attire bespoke her mastery of the alchemical arts. The fabric itself seemed to shimmer with a magical sheen, hinting at the countless concoctions and elixirs she had crafted throughout the eons. The robe's design incorporated symbols and runes, arcane glyphs that whispered of her proficiency in the manipulation of cosmic energies.

However, it was Malifira's mage attire that drew the eye, a garment that hugged her curves and hinted at a sensuality that bordered on the forbidden. The neckline flirted with impropriety, threatening to reveal more than it concealed. Her ample bosom, an undeniable testament to her power, seemed almost defiant, as if challenging the very fabric to contain its magnificence.

A perpetual smirk adorned her lips, a sly expression that conveyed both amusement and a quiet, confident superiority. Her eyes, perpetually gazing down upon others, held a knowing glint, as if she reveled in the secrets she alone comprehended. In every interaction, Malifira exuded an air of subtle arrogance, an unspoken declaration of her prowess in the magical arts.

In the face of Malifira, one could not escape the feeling of standing before an enigmatic force, a tempest of allure and trepidation. Her appearance, a harmonious blend of beauty and danger, left an indelible mark on those who dared meet her gaze.

The rebellion army prepared for the impending confrontation, their weapons glinting ominously. It was a clash between formidable forces, with the heat of the volcano mirroring the intensity of the impending battle. The volatile energy in the air crackled with anticipation, and the group surveyed the battleground. The Rebellion Army, driven by its ambition, faced the wrathful dragon, Iraelyn, and her menacing presence. As the tension reached its peak, Abyssal Wrath raised his tomahawks, signaling the commencement of the battle. Iraelyn circled above, unleashing torrents of fire upon the rebellion army, her wrath manifesting in the scorching flames that engulfed the volcanic landscape. The clash of elements — fire against fire — painted a mesmerizing but terrifying picture.

Ren and his companions found themselves caught in the crossfire, unsure of how to proceed. "Iraelyn is isolated! Unleash a barrage of projectiles and bring her down to the ground!" commanded Infernal, facing the dragon's fury head-on alongside the might of his army.

Meanwhile, Malifira merely observed with a confident smirk on her face, and Salister Kane remained an ominous figure at her side.

"This isn't looking good," Vivi nervously remarked. "At this rate, they're going to kill Iraelyn."

"As much as I don't like her, I don't want her to die," Desira added.

"That Salister. So here is where he is," Lorelai cracked her knuckles. "I'll make sure that he pays dearly."

Avaris hopped onto the sleeping Lethargia and said, "Good luck, guys. I will take care of Lethargia right here. It's not because I'm s-scared, okay? It's just I don't want to get in your way, because you know . . . I'm a snail and all. I'll be rooting with all my might form the sides."

Everyone ignored him. "Alright, here's the plan," Ren interjected. "Azazel, Desira, and Vivi, you take care of Malifira. Lorelai, you're responsible for Salister Kane. While the rest of us will stop the Rebellion army."

Ren knew that the terrain would be a pain for him and Evie, but fortunately, Elena, Lorelai and the others were there. On the enemy's side, they faced formidable foes like Malifira, Salister, Infernal, not to mention the enraged Iraelyn who wouldn't distinguish between friends and foes.

Both Malifira with her corruption and Infernal's strength were comparable to Elena and Lorelai, so they had to tread this fight carefully to win.

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