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And Phei reappeared exactly there but the air around him had turned red when he appeared before hundreds of hands erupted from nothingness tearing reality!

They were enormous, sculpted from compressed blood and dense enough to cast crimson shadows across the mirrored winter. Some were human. Others ended in talons, armoured knuckles or fingers long enough to encircle towers. Every palm carried the full cultivation weight of a World Transcendent, and the Vampire Lady filled the sky with them until Phei saw nothing beyond interlocking crimson fingers closing from every direction and every tiny space that would’ve allowed him escape with his void steps.

His Void-Ice eyes widened: She’d left no space open and his senses wouldn’t go past her closes hands... he was trapped when the first clap struck.

A colossal impact encompassed and consumed him whole!

The palms then closed over Phei and flattened several kilometres of blizzard beneath their descent as they clapped him from head to flatten him into mist!

Air itself fled the region in a visible ring, the mirrored winter he’d created sank beneath the pressure, and distant glaciers shuddered as though Anarctica itself had received the blow.

Phei became a projectile as her hands opened and hundreds of them slapped him into the distance!

He tore across the frozen battlefield fast enough to ignite the air around him and struck the destroyed mirror ice with a detonation that rolled through the Dead Winter Realm like judgment; a circular fracture raced across kilometres of flawless crystal while Infinity Control answered on instinct, commanding layer after layer of ice to collapse beneath him and bleed away the impact.

It saved his life.

It did not save his bones.

Phei bounced from the cratered fractured reflections.

A second blood attack was already waiting:

It struck him from the side.

His torso folded around the palm, ribs breaking in a chain of dull cracks while the force launched him towards the horizon. Blood left his mouth in a crimson ribbon and hung inside the slowed winter for an instant before the storm he was leaving in his wake devoured it.

The third attack descended from above and hammered Phei towards the frozen plain, shattered his shoulder and buried him beneath a pressure that could have erased a city block from existence. Before he could reach the ice, another palm rose from below and struck him back into the heavens.

His body changed direction so violently that three vertebrae cracked.

The fourth hand swatted him through a rising wall of mirror ice.

Everything had happened so fast for anyone to react and those hands enveloped the whole space he was being thrown in the distance, five World Transcendents surrounded Consort daring her to move as the entire crystalline sheet burst around Phei with billions of shards erupting into the sky in a glittering deluge vast enough to bury a village. Each shard reflected Phei’s broken body from a different angle, multiplying his fall across Anarctica until the whole winter seemed filled with dying white-haired Dragons.

Eira had reacted pretty fast; she really tterrifyingly fast.

Void-Ice exploded behind her as she crossed thousands of metres, the black-white wake splitting the storm and freezing every fragment of debris it touched into motionless constellations.

The Vampire Lady’s assaults had already become a chain.

Each strike placed Phei precisely before the next. There were no gaps to exploit, no wasted angles and no moment where his body travelled without another blood-hand waiting to receive it.

He was no longer conscious enough to even use his Void steps even though he was no longer trapped

The tenth impact made Eira’s face change.

Their bond carried the damage into her and she felt Phei’s body coming apart.

His bones broke beneath the vampire’s hands like twigs. His newly healing right arm shattered again. Splinters drove through muscle. Several ribs folded inward towards his lungs, and one knee twisted backward before Primordial Blood began savagely correcting it while he was still flying.

The sixth hand drove him across the basin.

Its palm struck with such concentrated violence that the mirror beneath its path depressed for kilometres without being touched. A corridor opened through the blizzard, mountains shedding avalanches beneath the passing shockwave as Phei’s body crossed the battlefield faster than sound could confess what had happened.

His consciousness went dark.

The seventh hand caught him from above and she closed her fingers.

For one breath, the enormous hand held Phei inside a crimson fist while its pressure multiplied... blood burst from beneath his fingernails, the bones in his chest ground against one another, and Primordial Blood flared through his body with enough fury to make his skin shine beneath the crushing red.

Then the hand opened and struck him down.

Phei hit the mirror winter.

The flawless surface sank beneath his body, curving over an impossible distance before its strength failed. White ruin erupted into the heavens, a pillar of pulverized ice rose several kilometers high, punched through the revolving storm and spread beneath the dark sky like the crown of a frozen apocalypse.

Eira had reached and threw herself in his path but the impact threw her backward.

With her master this powerless she was limited too

The fairy’s tiny body tore through a mountain of airborne frost before her unfurled and huge Void-Ice wings too behind her and arrested the movement. Her eyes remained locked upon the place where Phei had disappeared.

Something inside her expression broke.

The white plume collapsed and Phei rolled out of it.

There was no control left in the movement. Infinity Control no longer softened the ice beneath him, and True Void Steps did not steal him from danger. His broken body tumbled across the frozen glass, leaving streaks of blood through reflections of the dark heavens while Dragon regeneration fought to keep ruined organs functioning and shattered bones from becoming fatal.

The battlefield watched him slide.

Seraphine, the other vampire watched as the Vampire Lady lowered one pale hand but her expression carried no satisfaction.

She had seen Valerius fall before a mortal... that had cured arrogance.

Phei slowed near the centre of the inner formation, where three figures had descended upon the cracked mirror winter.

The Blood Elf.

The Undead Queen.

And the Gorgon.

His body would have rolled between them if a grey-scaled foot had not come down directly in Phei’s body’s path.

Phei’s body struck the Gorgon’s ankle and stopped.

The Gorgon looked down.

For several breaths, nobody moved.

The young Dragon at their feet barely resembled the smiling boy who had stood above Anactica moments earlier. Blood covered his face and soaked the white hair plastered across his skin. One arm remained folded beneath him, the other lying loose upon the mirror, while his chest rose through the stubborn violence of a Dragon Regeneration and Primordial Blood refusing to permit death while anything remained to repair.

Even unconscious, his body was fighting.

Fractured bones crawled towards alignment, torn flesh pulled itself closed, split open under the pressure of displaced fragments and began again. Primordial Blood circulated with an ancient, wrathful pulse, each beat forcing ruined organs to remember their proper shapes.

The Gorgon’s molten-gold eyes brightened.

The serpents comprising his hair lifted their heads.

Some hissed... he crouched beside Phei, grey scales shifting across his body as one hand reached towards the young Dragon’s face.

The Gorgon caught his jaw and pressed a thumb beneath one closed eyelid to end the Young Dragon’s miserly and agony.

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