The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Dragons of Blight

EIRLYS’ POV

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The air burned as Kierygan surged higher, wings cleaving through the wind with thunderous power. Below us, the two corrupted dragons loomed-twin leviathans of shadow and rot. Once proud and ancient… now a grotesque mockery of life.

Their scales oozed decay, and their roars carried the ghost of something noble-now twisted,

hollow, wrong.

I tightened my grip on the ridge of his neck, feeling the power coiling beneath his scales. Through the bond, his fury seethed-raw, wild, and threaded with grief so fierce it nearly stole my breath.

Nibbles, pressed between us, scrambled up my shoulder and nestled himself between my back and the hilt of my sword.

“Hold on tight, Nibbles,” I murmured.

We soared above them. The undead dragons snapped their heads up, hollow eyes locking on us before they launched skyward with a bone-rattling roar.

Kierygan dove to meet them head-on, his own roar splitting the heavens. Fire erupted-his pure, golden flame colliding with their black inferno. The explosion rippled through the sky, sending waves of heat to my skin.

I thrust out my hand and unleashed a surge of light at the nearest beast. The bolt struck its chest, searing away chunks of rotted scale-but it barely flinched. It snarled, and a tail of bone and shadow whipped toward us.

Kierygan twisted hard, wings flaring wide-the strike missed us by a breath.

“They’re too close!” I shouted over the roar of wind and fire.

“Then we split them.”

I understood before he even finished the thought. Pressing myself against his back, I brushed my lips over his scales-one fleeting touch-then pushed off, wings of light unfurling in a radiant burst as I launched skyward.

“Stay close. I want you where I can see you,” he called.

Kierygan wheeled toward his father’s corpse, the larger and heavier of the two. I turned toward his mother. Her eyes-once bright, perhaps even kind-were now pits of embered rot.

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She lunged.

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Her roar tore through the clouds as her claws sliced through the space where I’d been a heartbeat ago. I barely slipped past the first strike, hurling a crackle of light toward her jaw. It burst in a blinding flash, but left no wound. Her scales were too thick, fused together like molten armor. My light only seared between the cracks.

She circled, her wings slicing through the air with unnatural precision. I fired again-stronger, brighter, fiercer. The blast struck her flank, blackening only the outer layer of her hide. She barely flinched. Her roar shook the sky and rattled through my bones.

“This isn’t working,” I hissed, frustration sparking in my chest.

Then her chest swelled. I saw the build of fire beneath her throat.

“Eirlys, watch out!” Kierygan’s voice thundered through my mind.

But I didn’t listen. If Kierygan’s flame couldn’t burn me, then maybe, theirs couldn’t burn me

either.

Ignoring his furious shout, I dove straight toward her. Toward the gaping maw where fire and darkness spiraled together. Her jaws opened wide, the inferno at its core blooming. I folded my wings and plunged inside-into the mouth of death itself.

The darkness of her flame swallowed me whole.

“Damn it, Eirlys! What the hell are you doing?” Kierygan’s roar tore through my mind-raw,

furious, breaking.

Inside, I let my glow loose. It was gentle and merciless, love and wrath burning as one. My glow turned blinding, erupting from every pore, every vein. Pillars of light exploded outward- through her chest, through her wings, through her eyes.

The undead mother dragon convulsed midair, shrieking as the light consumed her from within. Her body cracked like glass-then burst into a thousand shards of ash that scattered across the sky.

When the brilliance faded, I hovered amid the falling embers, trembling, smoke curling around me. My heartbeat thudded in my throat.

Above me, Kierygan still battled his father’s undead form. But when he turned toward me, relief surged through the bond-like a storm breaking after endless dark.

“You reckless, impossible, stubborn fool!” His voice tore through the bond-anger, awe, and something like relief all tangled together.

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I smiled, tears hot on my cheeks, wings flickering in the haze of fire.

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“It worked, didn’t it?” I panted through the bond, wind still howling around me as the ash of the fallen dragon drifted across the sky.

For a heartbeat, there was only Kierygan’s ragged breathing-then his voice came, low and rough. “It did… gods, Eirlys, you almost-” He broke off, the emotion cutting through his words.

“You’re insane.”

Below, he circled the last undead dragon-his father. The two titans clashed with a roar that split the heavens, gold fire colliding with black in a blinding storm.

“Do you need help?” I asked, already angling my wings to dive toward him.

“No.” His answer came fast, hard. “I’ve got it. Help the others. They’re being overrun.”

I turned my gaze downward-and my stomach dropped.

The battlefield was chaos. Waves of undead poured from the cracked earth, shrieking and clawing their way forward. Our lines were collapsing-witches drenched in sweat, their spells flickering; vampires fighting tooth and claw; werewolves barely holding formation. Even Chieftain Rhaanzel was surrounded, his roar carrying above the carnagé as he rallied his

orcs.

My eyes swept further until I found Orryx and Solara. They fought back-to-back, blades flashing, blood splattering the mud around them. But even from the sky, I saw the black veins crawling beneath their torn skin. Blight.

“Kierygan,” I whispered, heart twisting. “I need to go lower. They’re poisoned.”

Silence filled the bond. Heavy and strained. I could feel his hesitation, like a hand gripping my wrist, unwilling to let go. Then his voice came, rough and reluctant. “Go. But come back to me the moment you’re done.”

“I promise.”

And then I folded my wings and dove.

The wind tore past my ears. The ground rushed to meet me. At the last second, I flared- wings of light slicing through the shadows. I skimmed just above the fighting, close enough for my glow to sear, far enough to stay out of reach. My crackle tore through the nearby undead, turning them to ash.

I raised both hands and unleashed twin bolts of light-searing arcs that carved through the corrupted ranks. Flesh burned. Shadows screamed.

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Orryx limped, blood streaking from a wound along his side. Solara’s arm was blackened from shoulder to elbow, her eyes glassy but fierce.

“Hold on!” I shouted.

I flared my glow wide, hovering above our warriors. Every touch of light healed, pushing the rot back. The poison fought to hold on, clawing at its hosts-but I pressed harder, even as my vision blurred. Slowly, the blackened veins began to fade. Their breathing steadied. Pain

eased.

Solara looked up, stronger, hope flickering in her eyes. “You… you shouldn’t waste your power on us,” she murmured.

I smiled, weak but steady. “It’s not wasted.”

Another roar shook the ground. I looked up. It was Kierygan.

High above, his dragon form blazed like a sun against the storm. The undead dragon spiraled downward, its right wing a molten ruin. With one final, devastating torrent of golden fire, Kierygan unleashed his fury. The inferno struck the corrupted beast midair, consuming it in a storm of gold and shadow.

When the flames cleared, nothing remained but drifting ash.

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