?Chapter 3280 Undefeated (Part 1)


    What was left of the Chroniclers hated the Father of Fire for bringing destruction to their home and wanted to execute him for his crimes but the will of their master was absolute.


    A Puppet bent down and grabbed Valtak by the scruff of his neck. Then it activated the enchantments of its Golem to open a Warp Gate near the safe area but away from anyone who could use it to launch a counterattack.


    The Elder Wyrm''s shadow rose, grabbing the Golem back and piercing the others with its wings, and tail.


    "What?" Only then did the Yggdrasill notice a black chain going from Lith''s chest into the ground and plunging into Valtak''s heart from below. ''Who is that?"


    Before the World Tree could complete the thought, five Wood Golems exploded from within. The Demon of the Darkness spread its body like a blanket, collecting the pieces of living wood before they could reassemble themselves.


    The reanimated soul took enough wood to make a 35 meters (115'') tall dragon statue to use as its physical body and drained everything else to open seven elemental eyes on its


    snout.


    The now Demon of The Fallen stomped its feet and called upon the earth and fire elements.


    The shockwaves generated deep fissures that reached deep into the ground while roiling magma rose from below. The two forces met halfway, allowing the lava to gush to the surface as burning pillars.


    The dead Wyrm used its bloodline ability, Primal Spark, to ignite the lava into Primordial Flames. The violent eruption of mystical fire pushed the remaining three Golems away, blinding their Soul Vision.


    It also smothered another salvo of tier five Spirit Spells that the World Tree had unleashed to deal with the unknown enemy. Not even the Primordial Flames were enough to stop the onslaught, but between its Yggdrasill wood body and the Titania''s regenerative abilities, the Demon survived.


    The World Tree sent its roots to get rid of Valtak but the dead Wyrm intercepted them with wooden tendrils of its own. Abomination Touch drained some of the roots and Primordial Flames turned those that the Demon couldn''t contain into ashes.


    When that failed, he resorted to his sheer physical might to pummel them into submission.


    Radoghorn was tall for a Wyrm and so big that some claimed the Father of All Dragons himself had sired him. Tharma had met her future husband through one of such bouts. Or rather, many of them.


    As a Father of Fire candidate, there was much that Radoghorn could learn from Tharma so he challenged and beat her on a regular basis. She was no warrior but she enjoyed


    their matches.


    There were secrets of the primordial fire that could be uncovered only in the heat of battle and Radoghorn was never cruel. He used only enough strength to subdue her and stopped attacking the moment she yielded.


    After a while, they had started to comment on their fights over dinner, trading knowledge after they were done trading blows. It was only a matter of time until their tussles extended after the meal and in a romantic fashion, leading to the birth of many Dragons.


    "What are you doing here, Father?" Valtak clasped wrists with Radoghorn in confusion. Tharma had died peacefully in her sleep and Radoghorn had followed her a few decades later. His title of Champion of Fire had been challenged and despite his old age, he had


    always prevailed.


    Radoghorn had burned what was left of his life force, defeating his opponent and ending his existence in a glorious blast of fire after being proclaimed the victor rather than spending his final years as a shadow of himself.


    Even in death Radoghorn stood victorious. After his demise, the challenger had been


    crowned as the new Champion of Fire but there was no honor in that. The title had been


    passed down, not conquered.