Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 449

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 449**

**Chapter 449: An Intense Battle**

The atmosphere was thick with tension, almost electric, as Calum gathered his formidable powers, unleashing a torrent of energy that seemed to rip through the very fabric of reality itself. With a fierce resolve etched across his features, he focused intently on the fiery spears hurtling toward him, striking them down with a precision that could only be described as extraordinary, each blow resonating with purpose.

At the edge of the void, Marcus stood resolute, conjuring a tempest of bitter cold that spread like a creeping frost, freezing vast swathes of the battlefield in its icy embrace. The Phoenix, a creature born of pure flame, found its fiery movements stymied, struggling against the relentless grip of the frost that sought to slow its blazing assault.

Drake, embodying the essence of a black dragon, slithered gracefully through the treacherous meteor belt, drawing upon the hidden energies of the cosmos. As he moved, he transformed into streams of dark Aqualons, surging from every direction toward the Phoenix, determined to extinguish the divine flames that engulfed it in a relentless blaze.

Each strike unleashed a power so immense it could obliterate worlds, sending shockwaves through the very air.

Meanwhile, aboard the battleship, Emma sat transfixed, her heart pounding violently in her chest as she watched the chaos unfold on the screen before her. Her fingers dug into her palms, a physical manifestation of her anxiety, as she felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

The scene was harrowing; she witnessed Marcus’s ice shield shatter under the relentless assault of Lucien’s divine flames, his massive wolf form reduced to charred remnants.

Drake’s swirling Aqualons met a swift demise, evaporating the moment they neared Lucien, consumed by the unbearable heat radiating from him.

“Will they be okay?” Emma whispered, her voice trembling with worry as her gaze remained glued to the battlefield, where destruction unfolded like an apocalyptic nightmare.

Reflecting on the past, she recalled how the three of them had fought together before. Those encounters felt like mere skirmishes, playful exchanges that now seemed trivial in comparison to the ferocity of the current battle.

Silas, ever the pillar of strength, placed his warm hand over hers, offering a silent reassurance that wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice steady and soothing, a balm to her fraying nerves. “Calum knows what he’s doing.”

But as soon as Silas finished speaking, the energy storm at the heart of the Pantheon Battlefield erupted with renewed ferocity, a cacophony of chaos that sent tremors through the very ground beneath them.

Calum’s figure shot through the inferno of divine flames like a silver thunderbolt, a streak of brilliance charging headlong into the onslaught of golden spears that threatened to overwhelm him.

Boom!

Each impact resonated like a falling star, a cataclysmic force capable of annihilating everything in its path. The entire battlefield trembled violently, the massive meteor belt disintegrating into powder under the weight of the unleashed energy, while spiderweb-like cracks spidered across the space barriers, a testament to the raw power being unleashed.

The sheer force of the blast flung Marcus and Drake away, rendering them helplessly distant from the chaos of the battlefield.

Marcus stared, wide-eyed, at the devastation surrounding him. Was Lucien truly a match for Calum? His mind raced with disbelief; Calum was at level twelve, for heaven’s sake!

Could this be linked to Emma’s blood?

Lucien, who had undergone the Pyreborn transformation, might have ascended in rank as well, making the odds even more daunting.

On the battlefield, the silver light enveloping Calum flared with a fierce intensity. A colossal white tiger, so large it seemed to fill the sky, tore through the energy storm, embodying fierce defiance against Lucien’s divine flames.

A thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield, sending shivers down the spines of all who heard it, reverberating through the very air they breathed.

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