The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: An Endless Night

KIERYGAN’S POV

Up here, the war of flame, light, and shadow raged on.

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My fire rained upon the battlefield, golden torrents burning through the undead, turning the blighted ground into molten ruin. And above the roar of my flames-her light.

Eirlys moved above me like a comet, her hair and wings blazing white-gold. From her palms, lightning speared downward, ripping through hordes of corpses. When our allies faltered, her glow surged brighter-spilling across the field like sunlight breaking through a storm. Wounds knit beneath its touch. Magic reignited. Warriors who had stumbled rose once more beneath her radiance.

I had seen her do it many times… yet every time, it left me in awe.

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We were one force. Flame and light. Wrath and mercy.

Below us, the tide had turned.

The warriors pressed forward once more-roars rising like thunder. Orcs swung their blades in sweeping arcs, cleaving through the last of the horde. Vampires moved with blurring grace, fangs flashing under the dying moonlight. Even the witches rose again, unleashing walls of fire and storms of arcane energy.

At last, the dead began to thin. Then, they were gone.

Silence swept the battlefield like a receding tide. The wind whispered through splintered trees. Smoke curled upward in pale ribbons. For the first time since the moon rose, the only sound was the trembling breath of the living.

Eirlys and I circled low, our shadows passing over the scorched earth. Through the bond, I felt her exhaustion tempered by her iron will.

“What now?” Evander’s voice came through the link, ragged, uncertain.

My claws flexed against the air, instincts thrumming with warning. “We find a way to defeat the Light Reaper. Look for any weakness.”

The night held its breath.

That’s when the laughter began. It rolled through the smoke, low and jagged, echoing through the broken sky-low, mocking, inhuman.

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“Well, well…” The voice slithered through the silence. “What a dazzling display. Such…

teamwork.”

The shadows stirred, and from their depths, he emerged.

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The Light Reaper stepped forward-moonlight sliding over the edges of his form, revealing eyes like twin embers burning through a shroud of living darkness. His grin was slow,

venomous.

“Let’s see,” he purred, tilting his head, “how long your little triumph lasts.”

The ground began trembling again.

Eirlys’ glow faltered for a heartbeat. I felt her fear spike through the bond, but quickly crushed by resolve.

The ashes began to move.

At first, I thought it was the wind. But then, the ash rose-twisting, spiraling, gathering. The earth cracked open, spewing black dust and decay. From it, limbs began to form. Faces- grotesque and hollow-took shape from soot and shadow.

The dead were returning.

“No…” Ulyanna’s voice trembled through the link.

“Impossible,” Evander whispered. “We burned them to nothing.”

Rhaanzel snarled, fury rumbling through his chest. “Bloody bastard.”

The earth was crawling again, teeming, thicker, darker, fouler than before.

Eirlys wasted no time. She lifted her hands, light crackling at her fingertips, her glow flaring like a second sun ready to strike.

But before she could release it, a piercing screech ripped through the night. The sound split

the air-raw, thunderous, alive.

From the far side of the ruins, two massive shadows rose again. The dragons. My parents’ dragons. Their eyes burned with hollow fire.

“Oh no…” Eirlys gasped, voice breaking. “Not them again.”

The warriors below froze for the briefest heartbeat. Long enough for their fear, their exhaustion, their unrest to echo even from here. Then, with a unified roar that split the night, they surged forward once more-blades flashing, spells igniting, fangs bared.

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Above, I circled wide, wings slicing through the ash-choked air, my gaze locked on the two risen dragons. They climbed higher, their massive forms blotting out the stars, every beat of their wings sending tremors across the field.

I angled upward, flame burning in my throat, ready to strike again. But then I felt her through the bond. Her fury blazed hotter than the sun. I felt her unrelenting will to end this, no matter the cost.

“Eirlys? Are you alright?”

No answer. Only that blinding, burning determination.

I felt the sudden lightness on my back. Twisting midair, I realized-she was gone. My heart plummeted.

My voice thundered through the bond. “Eirlys! Where are you going? Come back!”

I wheeled around when she didn’t answer-and there she was, soaring above the heart of the

battlefield.

“Gods, Eirlys! What are you doing now?”

Damn it. She was impossible. Stubbornly, maddeningly impossible.

I was about to chase her, to stop whatever reckless plan she was hatching. But something

held me back.

Eirlys began to glow again.

Not the familiar, radiant glow she wore like armor. That light was beautiful enough on its

own. This was different.

This glow… rare, untamed, and potent. I’d seen it only a handful of times: when she had saved me from the cyclone, and on our wedding day, when Mirael rained hailstones and storms

upon us.

It radiated power in a way that made the air shiver, a force that could heal or destroy in equal measure. It was terrifying. Yet impossibly, achingly beautiful.

And now… she was doing it again.

That impossible light-the one that seemed to call the heavens themselves-spilled from her

in waves so immense that the clouds above churned and twisted.

Her eyes had turned gold, twin suns blazing from her face, and the glow radiating off her was

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almost blinding. She lifted both hands, and for a heartbeat, the world itself seemed to pause. I could feel the charge in the air crawling over my scales and my skin.

Then the lightning came. Not from her light, but from the sky itself. Bolts arced and danced, drawn as if they were her willing servants. Each one grew larger, more violent, until the battlefield below was drowned in the raw, furious storm of her power.

With a sweep of her hands, she unleashed it-precision in every strike. Undead soldiers were ripped apart mid-step, bones splintering into ash before they even realized they were hit. The dragons above didn’t even have a chance to unleash their fire.

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