Dominion of The Beast Masters

Chapter 233: The Dance of Giants



The explosion ripped through the battlefield with the force of a meteor crashing to earth.

Fire erupted in all directions, a feral and uncontrollable beast that consumed everything in its path. The ground quaked, and a deafening roar tore through the air as the blast spread outward. The heat was unbearable, the light blinding, an apocalyptic scene that swallowed the entire arena in its blazing wrath.

Colin's eyes widened, and her breath hitched as the fiery wave surged toward her and Milo. The flames roared like an unrelenting wave, ready to incinerate everything.

Her body moved before her mind caught up.

She stepped forward, trembling but resolute, and spread her arms wide, standing between the blast and Milo.

"No... not now," she whispered, her voice trembling, then screamed, "NOT NOW!"

Her hands ignited, fire pouring from her palms as she summoned every ounce of her power. She forced the raging inferno into healing flames, trying to counteract its destruction, but the fire was too much.

It seared her hands, her arms, her entire body. Her clothes burned away in patches, exposing blistered and reddened skin. Smoke rose from her frame as the heat enveloped her, yet she held her ground.

The pain was excruciating, a searing agony that threatened to break her. Her knees buckled, her screams of torment muffled by the roar of the blast. Tears evaporated before they could fall, and her vision blurred with sweat and ash. But in this hell, Colin gave everything. She refused to fall. She refused to waste the efforts of her team.

Her thoughts were a chaotic storm, each one sharper than the pain consuming her body. They've fought so hard... I can't let this be in vain.

If I stand... Milo will... Keep going... keep... hurt... it hurts!

She screamed again, her voice raw and unyielding as she forced the fire around her to submit. Her flames intertwined with the raging inferno, turning it into a fiery healing wave that swept behind her.

In the stands, Cassie clutched Roger's arm, her hands trembling, tears streaming down her face.

"Colin... oh, Colin," she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and awe.

Roger's jaw tightened, his eyes red-rimmed as he tried to steady his wife, but his own tears betrayed him.

"Our little girl," he murmured, his voice cracking.

They clung to each other, powerless to intervene but overwhelmed with both pride and anguish at the sight of their daughter enduring such unimaginable pain.

Meanwhile, Kian and Lila sat frozen, their earlier jealousy evaporating in the heat of the moment. Kian's nails dug into his thighs, his lips pressed into a thin line. "How... how can she do this?" he whispered. Lila, in shock, could only shake her head.

The audience could only watch, stunned, as Colin transformed destruction into salvation.

Don't stop. Don't stop.

The fire spread across the battlefield, but behind Colin, instead of consuming it, the flames coated everything in a layer of raging, golden light. A new fire field spell enveloped Colin and Milo, not one of destruction but of relentless, churning flames.

At the center of the chaos, the crater where Eratz, Kaida, and Fredrin had clashed was a smoldering inferno. The ground glowed molten red, like the heart of an erupting volcano. The air shimmered with heat waves, but the three combatants were nowhere to be seen.

Moses's roar broke through the fiery haze, his body trembling as he struggled to endure. The sheer size of his form now betrayed him; the fire scorched his massive frame, his imposing stature becoming a prison of agony.

Blisters erupted across his skin, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably as he fought against the unrelenting heat.

"ENOUGH!" he bellowed, his voice hoarse and raw. He couldn't take it anymore.

Desperation turned into fury, and he charged forward, his massive legs pounding against the scorched earth.

In his frantic sprint, he felt two presences. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Colin, her head bowed, her hair falling over her face. She stood in the center of the flames, her arms still spread wide, unmoving. Behind her, Milo was encased in a shimmering pinkish bubble, his small hands glowing with a faint light.

Moses's mind raced. He would crush them, eliminate them, and end this infernal nightmare. He changed direction, veering toward them. His massive frame barreled forward like a runaway train, the ground quaking beneath his weight.

Milo's eyes narrowed as the monstrous figure loomed closer. In a flash, he vanished, disappearing into the fiery haze. But Colin didn't move.

She stood her ground, her head still bowed, her arms still outstretched. The fire around her raged like a living thing, her silhouette framed by the golden inferno.

Moses reached Colin, his massive fist descending like a hammer of doom. The flames illuminated his monstrous form, casting a horrifying shadow that seemed to swallow the battlefield.

The crowd gasped, some shielding their faces, unable to look away from the impending devastation.

Then, a piercing, haunting cry echoed across the arena.

Milo appeared behind Moses, his hands raised and trembling, releasing a loud and chilling wail, one of his calamity beast's powers. The sound reverberated through the battlefield, an unearthly, disorienting noise that seemed to pierce directly into the mind.

Moses's vision blurred, his balance faltering. His fist missed Colin, slamming into the ground instead. The force of the blow caused the earth to shatter, but his hand was caught in thick, twisting vines that emerged from the ground.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A second vine shot out, wrapping gently around Colin's waist and pulling her away from the danger.

Milo seized the opportunity, using the roots, he began to sap Moses's strength, draining his energy and transferring it to Colin.

Colin gasped, her body weak but slowly rejuvenating as the force stolen from Moses flowed into her. Yet, the reprieve was brief.

Moses roared in fury, his raw strength erupting in a blast that obliterated the vines. His fist emerged, bigger, way bigger, and bulky, swinging in a brutal semi-arc, aimed at both Milo and Colin with deadly precision.

Milo's eyes widened in panic. The speed and power were too much; he couldn't react in time. The world seemed to slow as the massive fist closed in.

Then, Kaida appeared.

Her battered body moved like a blur, her draconic legs propelling her forward. She intercepted Moses's fist with a fierce kick, redirecting it downward with a thunderous clash. The ground cracked beneath the force, and Kaida landed lightly on the giant fist.

Time seemed to freeze as Milo stared at her, his young eyes wide with awe. Kaida turned her bloodied face toward him, her grin defiant despite the missing teeth.

Before he could react, Kaida was on the move. She sprinted up Moses's massive arm with the agility of a predator, her draconic claws glinting in the fiery light. Reaching his face, she slashed across his cheek, leaving a vivid red mark that pulsed with energy.

The mark ignited, exploding violently and forcing Moses to stagger back. He growled in pain, clutching his face.

Kaida immediately unleashed a fire field spell that swept across the battlefield, but this time, the flames did not linger, they converged, spiraling upward into a blazing vortex that gathered above Eratz's raised fist.

With a roar, Eratz descended from the heavens, his fist glowing with the concentrated energy of the fire field spell. The impact was cataclysmic, a blast that rippled across the battlefield, sending shockwaves through the arena. Moses was sent sprawling, his massive form shaking

under the force of the attack.

But it wasn't over.

Kaida dashed forward again, her body igniting again. She leaped onto Moses's arm as he tried

to rise, slashing deeply across his head. Another red mark erupted, glowing ominously before

detonating in a fiery burst.

Moses roared, reeling from the pain, but Kaida was relentless.

Once more, she released a fire field spell, the flames rushing upward in a focused stream toward Eratz. The golden-red light of the fire wrapped around his fist as he readied another strike and delivered the second punch.

The explosion was even more devastating than the first, a blinding flash of fire and energy

that left the crowd gasping.

Moses struggled to stand, his breath labored and his movements sluggish. Yet Kaida pressed on, her blood dripping over her wide grin. She lunged at him one last time, slashing across his neck with her draconic hand.

The red mark she left pulsed brighter than before, and the explosion that followed shook the

very ground they stood on.

Her final fire field spell enveloped the battlefield, the flames roaring as they spiraled into the sky. The arena fell silent as the blazing energy condensed around Eratz's fist again.

Eratz hovered above, his crimson eyes burning, under him, the firelight reflected on Moses' white eyes.

With a burst of speed, he shot downward, his fist descending like a meteor.

The final impact was cataclysmic.

A black-and-white blast erupted, consuming Moses in a surge of fire and energy that obliterated everything in its radius. The ground shattered, and a wave of raw power rippled outward, silencing the arena.

For a moment, there was nothing but blinding light and deafening silence. The air trembled

with the aftermath, the sheer power of the blast creating a moment of stillness that held the

audience captive.

The crowd was frozen in place, their faces pale with shock. Breathless whispers passed through the stands, but no one dared to speak aloud.

Victoria stood rigid, her fingers white-knuckled on the railing, her wide eyes trembling.

Tamara had taken an unconscious step forward, her expression a mix of disbelief and awe, her lips parted in a silent gasp. Kallistra clapped slowly, her face split into an incredulous smile as her laughter, half-disbelieving, broke the silence.

As the smoke began to clear, the world held its breath.

The fiery glow dimmed, revealing a smoldering crater at the center of the battlefield. The

ground was charred black, red veins glowing faintly beneath the surface, a testament to the

sheer devastation.

All eyes fixed on the center, the crowd waiting, hoping for a sign.

And then they emerged.

Eratz and Kaida stood at the center of the crater, their bodies battered and bloodied, yet

unbroken. Their body were illuminated by the faint glow of lingering embers, and at their feet lay Moses, unconscious and defeated, back to his normal appearance.

For a heartbeat, the arena was silent, the collective disbelief almost suffocating. And then the

dam broke.

The crowd erupted into a tidal wave of cheers and applause, their voices shaking the very air. The roar was deafening, a symphony of awe and admiration that echoed through the night.

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