From Goody's belly came a low, hungry rumble, a deep, thunderous growl that seemed to vibrate the air itself. The sound rolled through the wind like the stirring of a sleeping volcano. Then it came, the glow. It began faintly, a ghostly shimmer in the pit of his stomach, but quickly grew brighter, spreading upward through his massive chest like veins of liquid sapphire.

The blue fire climbed higher, to his neck, his throat, until it reached the edges of his jaws. For a heartbeat, Goody's whole form pulsed like a star ready to explode. Then.

**"Blurghhh!"**

The explosion of flame that followed was not just fire; it was fury made visible. Thick, raw, and radiant, the flames poured out of his mouth in torrents, blue, wild, and streaked with lightning that coiled through them like living serpents. The air sizzled. Every blast was laced with thunder, every streak of lightning an angry god's lash.

The torrent hit the ground below, and the world answered. The flames didn't just burn, they devoured. The Haydes screamed as Goody's fire rolled over it like a divine tide, a tsunami of blue inferno.

Everywhere Goody flew, the town of the Singriths was baptized in his wrath. Streets turned into rivers of molten light. Roofs caved in with deafening cracks. Towers toppled and vanished under sheets of pure energy. The flames spread thick and relentless, the sky itself glowed azure, reflecting their dance.

Simma, seated astride Goody, didn't flinch once. His face was set, carved in stone, cold, focused, merciless. The glow of the blue fire shimmered in his eyes, mirroring the dragon's own burning gaze. The connection between them was no longer mere bond, it was oneness. Rage coursed through them both, an endless current of vengeance and release.

And together, they painted the Haydes in fire.

---

The dragon soared low over the streets, wings slicing the smoky air as he unleashed another wave of hellfire. From east to west, the blaze swept, and then from south to north. Each pass left nothing but ruin in its wake.

The screams of the Singriths echoed faintly beneath the roar of the flames, cries that melted into the storm of destruction. Those unfortunate enough to be outside were turned to ash in seconds. Those inside fared no better; collapsing roofs buried them under fire and stone.

The Haydes was drowning, not in water, but in vengeance.

Above it all, Goody roared, his mighty voice shaking the crumbling mountains around them.

Simma did not look down. His expression remained eerily calm, unreadable. His hair whipped in the heatwave, his eyes glowing the same blue fire that burned in Goody's veins. The dragon's scales pulsed brighter, almost alive with rage.

The two beings, master and beast, were no longer separate entities. They were one storm, one blazing god descending on his old tormentors.

---

But far behind the burning city, in the woods, Sarah and Lucy stood watching, their hearts twisted with guilt.

Sarah's face was pale, her hands trembling. "We have to stop him," she said, her voice trembling as the wind lashed her at her hair.

She took a step forward, but Lucy grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"Sarah, don't you dare!" Lucy hissed, tightening her grip. The ground rumbled beneath them, glowing with the reflection of the chaos below.

"Let go, Lucy! We have to help him!" Sarah's voice cracked with desperation.

Lucy shook her head. "Help him? Look at that, Sarah! That's Goody, he's not a pet dragon, he's a celestial furnace! You go down there, and you're toast before you can even scream!"

Sarah struggled harder, jerking her arm. "I said, let go!"

"Sarah, stop this shit! You're not thinking straight...!"

"I SAID LET GO!" Sarah's voice cut through the roar of the flames. With a sudden twist, she tore herself free, stumbling forward and then breaking into a sprint down the slope toward the burning city.

"Sarah! Stop!" Lucy shouted, running after her. "Oh, for the love of . !"

But Sarah was already gone, running towards the rising smoke.

Lucy clenched her teeth. "Fine. You wanna run into a volcano? I'll join you."

Sarah was fast, her boots barely touched the ground, but Lucy was smarter. With a swift motion, she punched the air before her, and from her fist burst a ripple of purple light. It spun and expanded into a swirling portal, its edges crackling like living amethyst.

Sarah's eyes widened too late, she ran straight into it.

Lucy smirked, snapping her fingers as another portal spiraled open ahead of her. "I warned you," she muttered, and dived in.

Unlike the last time she'd traveled with Sarah, when both of them had been tossed through dimensions like laundry in a dryer, Lucy had learned her lesson. She split the portals this time, making sure they wouldn't crash into each other mid-flight.

Sarah tumbled out of her portal, hitting the ground with a painful thud, coughing as heat and smoke wrapped around her. Lucy, of course, landed gracefully on her feet like a smug cat and hurried over.

"See? You always end up face-down whenever you act heroic," she said, half-teasing, half-worried.

Sarah ignored her, pushing herself up. The scene before them froze her words.

"Oh, come on, you didn't die," Lucy said cheerfully. "Yet."

Their humor died quickly, though, when they looked around.

The Haydes was… gone. Or at least, what was left of it didn't look like a city anymore. Buildings were collapsing in slow motion, melting like candles. Fire rained from the heavens as Goody circled above, roaring thunder into the clouds.

Even the metal grids shielding the windows , once designed to protect the nocturnal Singriths from the daylight sun, were melting.

"Oh my god," Sarah whispered. "He's exerting too much energy… he's going to burn himself out!"

Lucy squinted up at the dragon, shielding her eyes from the searing blue light. "Burn out? That's not the word, Sarah... he's nuking this place. The man's angry, strong, and borderline apocalyptic!"

Before Sarah could reply, a massive rock from a collapsing tower hurtled toward them. They screamed and dove aside, the boulder smashing into the ground where they'd stood a second ago.

Lucy popped her head up from behind a half-melted pillar. "See? What did I say? Toasted!"

Sarah groaned, brushing dust off her face. "I swear if we survive this, I'm burning your portal handbook."

---

Their argument halted abruptly when the ground beneath them trembled again, but this time, it wasn't from Goody.

Sarah looked up, her eyes widening. "What's that sound?"

Out of the thick smoke ahead, the main castle of the Haydes loomed, still standing tall amid the ruin, dark and sinister. Its gates groaned open, and what rolled out made both girls' jaws drop.

A massive contraption emerged; a mini gun, though "mini" was the last word one could use for it. The thing was colossal, mounted on a huge, armored vehicle with eight smoking tires. The barrels rotated slowly, glowing red-hot even before they fired. Steam hissed from vents on its side, and dark runes etched along its surface pulsed like beating veins.

Lucy blinked. "That's… that's not a gun. That's a demon slayer on wheels."

Sarah's voice trembled. "They're aiming it at him."

And indeed, more machines rolled out behind it. Massive rocket launchers gleamed under the firelight, each mounted on the same rune-powered platforms. Beside them marched rows of compelled outcast and slave soldiers, their eyes burning red, their armor reflecting the blue inferno like mirrors of hell.

Even stranger were the construct archers towering, half-metal beings wielding mechanical bows strung with lightning threads. When they drew their arrows, the air itself crackled.

Lucy muttered under her breath, "Oh, lovely. Arrows, rockets, bullets, next thing you know, someone's gonna bring out a frying pan."

But her sarcasm faded when she realized just how many there were. Hundreds. Maybe thousands.

And they were all pointing upward, at Simma and Goody.

Sarah's heart dropped. "No… no, they'll kill him"

"FIRE!" came a bellowing voice from the castle ramparts.

And then, all hell broke loose.

---

The mini guns spun, roaring to life, spitting out a stream of red-hot bullets like a rain of molten steel.

The rocket launchers followed, their mouths belching smoke before releasing volleys of explosive light. The archers' arrows streaked through the sky, trailing lightning behind them. The very air seemed to collapse under the force of the attack.

Simma saw it coming, the sky itself lit up with projectiles.

Goody roared and banked hard, twisting through the storm of fire. Bullets ricocheted off his scales, sparks exploding with every hit. Rockets screamed past them, some bursting midair in blossoms of fire. Still, too many connected, Goody snarled in pain, his scales glowing red where the shells struck.

Simma's grip tightened on his dragon's spine. He could feel Goody weakening, not from fear, but from exhaustion. The firestorm they'd unleashed had drained nearly all their energy.

Simma's skin was pale now, his veins glowing faintly blue beneath it. The strain was visible, but his eyes… his eyes were alive with power.

"I won't stop," he whispered.

Goody banked again, dodging a fresh wave of rockets, but a barrage of arrows struck his side. He roared, flames bursting from his nostrils.

Simma's mind burned, he could feel Goody's pain. He shut his eyes, breathing hard, and the world fell silent around him.

Lightning began to dance across his body, faint at first, then brighter. Blue light crackled along his arms, his veins, his face. The air around him grew heavy, vibrating with raw power.

Goody's wings faltered for a heartbeat as the energy surged.

Sarah and Lucy, watching from below, felt the ground itself tremble.

Lucy's mouth fell open. "What is he doing...?"

Sarah whispered, "He's transcending."

Simma's breathing slowed. His entire body began to glow, a deep, radiant blue, pure and dangerous. Then came the sound, a low rumble that wasn't thunder but resonance. His heartbeat synced with the lightning.

Blue, lucent scales erupted across his skin, first along his arms, then his chest, then his face, transforming him into something between man and dragon.

With his hands outstretched, he bellowed a single word that tore through the world like a divine decree:

**"IGNICARIS!!!"**

Lightning exploded from him, thousands of sparks webbing across the heavens. His voice when it came, was not just his own. It was layered, deep, the sound of a hundred souls roaring in unison.

His aura flared outward, a shockwave of power that scattered the nearest rockets midair.

And then, when he opened his eyes.

The sky split.

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