Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 610

Chapter 610: Xenovia and Kryssia in trouble

The sand was stained with blood, the sky shrouded in smoke. The putrid smell of burning flesh and viscera permeated the air.

Xenovia and Kryssia moved like shadows on the brink of death, each strike a desperate effort, each breath a reminder that they were still alive—but for how long?

“Kryssia, stay back!” Xenovia screamed, swinging her sword, bathed in blue energy. The cut split three creatures in half, but five more were already emerging from the darkness.

Kryssia, covered in blood that she couldn’t tell if it was hers or the aberrations’, responded only with a snarl and a quick movement. Her blade pierced the throat of a grotesque monster, a cross between a wolf and an insect, which still tried to bite her arm even after being decapitated.

They were surrounded. Again.

Days? Weeks? They had already lost track of time. The only certainty was that the island seemed to be spewing endless monsters, as if it were a living organism that would not allow rest.

They had fought under the scorching sun, under acid rain, under nights infested with screams. They slept for minutes, eating meat they barely knew was edible, drinking fetid water from puddles. And still… they resisted. But for how long?

Xenovia looked up at the dark sky, panting.

“This will never… never end.”

Kryssia didn’t answer. Her golden eyes, now clouded with exhaustion, said it all: the end was near.

And then it happened.

The ground shook first, as if something collided with the heart of the world. Then came the sound.

A roar.

It wasn’t just loud. It wasn’t just deafening.

It was the very definition of terror.

The wave of sound swept across the battlefield like endless thunder. The trees dried up instantly, the air vibrated, and dozens of monsters exploded from within, their bodies unable to withstand that ancient vibration. Creatures collapsed in convulsions, blood and smoke pouring from their eyes, ears, and mouths. Others simply turned to dust.

Xenovia and Kryssia fell to their knees, covering their ears, but it was no use. The roar didn’t just enter their ears—it lodged deep within their chests, crushing their hearts with the sheer sensation of insignificance.

The silence after the roar was almost as terrifying as the roar itself.

And then… the shadow came.

Gigantic, covering the entire field.

Xenovia lifted her head, sword still trembling in her hand, and her eyes widened.

A colossal body sped through the sky. Scales as black as coal, wings that stretched hundreds of meters, eyes glowing like bloody suns. The presence was crushing, an aura so intense it seemed to corrode the air and distort reality.

“Wh-what…” Kryssia barely managed to say.

That dragon descended with an impact that cracked the ground. Sand and rocks flew everywhere, creating a deep crater beside them.

The pressure of the fall almost threw them off.

Almost.

Because then they heard it.

The voice.

“Jump on my back. I will erase this island.”

The phrase rang out, not as an ordinary sound, but as an order reverberating within her soul.

Xenovia blinked, trying to understand.

It was impossible.

And yet… there was no doubt.

The aura.

The gaze.

The energy emanating from that being.

It was him.

Strax.

Her husband.

“S-Strax…?” Xenovia’s voice was broken, as if she feared she was dreaming.

Kryssia gritted her teeth. “It can’t be… but it is. I feel it. It’s him.”

They both froze for a moment, shock and disbelief battling instinct. The form was monstrous, a black demonic dragon, so colossal that no memory or description could have prepared them for seeing it in the flesh. And yet, the aura was unmistakable.

It was Strax.

But not as they remembered.

This wasn’t the man they loved.

This was something else.

The monsters around them, even those remaining alive, hesitated. They didn’t dare move. Many knelt instinctively, as if recognizing the absolute supremacy of the creature before them.

Strax turned his head slowly, his red eyes glowing with murderous intensity. The air around his mouth rippled, as if he were one breath away from spitting a blast of demonic energy that would wipe everything off the map.

“Now.” His voice shook the ground, reverberating like thunder trapped in the earth’s womb.

Xenovia swallowed hard. Her heart screamed to run, to escape, to stay away from that colossal thing that seemed the embodiment of ruin. But her soul… her soul knew.

It was him.

She clutched Kryssia’s arm, almost in despair, her eyes watering not from weakness, but from the certainty of being faced with something incomprehensible.

“Kryssia… trust me. It’s him.”

The other dragon hesitated. Her eyes were fixed on the titan wreathed in black flames. His wings, vast as storms, reflected distant lightning; his entire body pulsed with an energy that seemed to devour the reality around him. Nothing about his form resembled the man she knew, her husband, her companion. But the aura… the raw essence… that could not be denied.

She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and nodded firmly.

“If it’s him… then we have no choice.”

Together, they launched themselves.

Their bodies leaped over broken rocks, racing against the wind that seemed to cut through them like blades. Demonic energy burned their skin like embers, the air around them buckled, dense, oppressive. Every step was a struggle, like crossing the heart of a volcano.

Strax’s titanic claws dug into the ground, opening deep craters, and heat emanated from him like a raging black sun. But they didn’t stop.

With one last desperate thrust, Xenovia and Kryssia threw themselves forward, landing on the colossal scales. The impact reverberated as if they had fallen on red-hot steel. Strax’s scales were living mountains, smooth and sharp, and the mere contact burned their feet. Still, they didn’t give in.

Strax didn’t move until he felt the weight of them on his back.

Then, his eyes opened in a blood-red glare.

“Hold on,” the warning was dry, final, like a verdict. “I will leave nothing of this island.”

The flapping of his wings wasn’t just a movement.

It was a calamity.

The air split in two, roaring like crashing seas. Cyclonic winds swept across the surface, uprooting entire trees and hurling them skyward like twigs. The ground shook as if the island itself were trying to flee, cracks spreading for miles, spewing black smoke and flames of demonic energy.

And then it opened its mouth.

The aura that gathered in its throat was suffocating, as if the entire weight of existence had been compressed into a single point. Xenovia and Kryssia clung desperately to the scales, feeling their bodies tremble to their very souls. It wasn’t just power. It wasn’t magic. It was something beyond classification.

It wasn’t fire.

It wasn’t lightning.

It was the very essence of ruin.

The words emerged, not spoken, but decreed. Instinctive. Absolute.

“…Destruction.”

The Word echoed through heaven and earth, crossing seas and skies like a divine decree. And the island… began to die.

The surrounding sea rose in titanic columns, trying to resist, but was torn apart. The forests disappeared silently, crumbling into dust. The remaining creatures didn’t scream—there was no time. They simply ceased to exist. The rocks, the sand, the very ground trembled before being consumed.

The runes that held that piece of the world together glowed in desperation, trying to stitch together the shattering reality. But there was no resistance. The Dragon Word had been spoken. The world recognized the order. And obeyed.

Xenovia wept silently, clinging to her husband’s back.

Kryssia looked around, wide-eyed, unable to believe they were still alive amidst the annihilation.

The entire island was wiped away.

And in its place, only emptiness remained.