With the plan in place, Fey moved into position while Raze remained where he was. He raised his hands into the air, shut his eyes, and fell into deep concentration.

"Please don't fail me now," he muttered, channeling all his mana through his body and into the spell.

Creating a gate large enough to fit the undead dragon through was an enormous task. It was essentially a portal the size of a manor far beyond what he had ever attempted. He wasn't even sure he was capable of it. If he failed, they would have no choice but to fight the dragon here and endure the destruction it would cause.

The gate suddenly ripped open.

It started small, about the size of a single person, but then it began to expand, growing larger every few seconds. It reached nearly half the required size before it started to tremble, becoming unstable.

"Can you keep going?" Fey shouted.

Raze didn't respond. Instead, he forced more mana into the spell. The gate expanded again. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his arms shaking violently as his muscles trembled, but he held on, pushing the gate wider.

Meanwhile, the undead dragon continued unleashing flame breath after flame breath, reducing houses and streets to ruins. When it noticed the gate forming in the sky, and the one casting it, it turned and unleashed a torrent of flames toward Raze.

Fey intercepted instantly.

Multiple earth spikes burst from the ground, shooting upward and slamming into the undead dragon's head before it could finish its attack. The blow barely damaged it, but it knocked its head aside, disrupting the attack.

"You have to move fast," Fey said sharply. If they were going to fight this dragon seriously, it had to be somewhere else, and now.

Raze still didn't answer, his focus absolute.

Finally, the gate reached the required size.

His arms shook uncontrollably as his knees buckled, sweat pouring down his face. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Now," he growled.

Fey launched into the air, sprinting across invisible platforms. The dragon turned and fired its flame breath, but Fey used lightning magic to blitz behind it in a flash.

He cast another spell.

Multiple magical circles formed in the air, arranged in a precise formation. From them erupted a massive surge of wind—jets converging into a single, overwhelming force. The blast slammed into the undead dragon at full power.

The wind was so intense that it began pushing the dragon backward.

It flapped its massive bone wings desperately, trying to resist, but it wasn't enough. Inch by inch, it was forced toward the gate. Despite its struggle, the wind drove it straight through.

The moment the dragon passed through, the gate snapped shut.

Raze collapsed to one knee.

Fey transformed back into his human form, dropping to the ground and rushing toward him, but Raze raised a hand to stop him.

"No," he said, breathing heavily. "Go to the plains—outside Oden. That's where I sent it."

Fey nodded immediately. He needed to finish the fight.

Raze would catch up once he regained his strength.

[... ]

Fey headed out of the town. In the distance, he spotted the dragon, its movements erratic as it struggled to understand where it was. It glanced back toward the town and seemed to realize that it had somehow been dragged out here. With a furious flap of its wings, it turned and began flying back toward the town.

Fey transformed into his Fenrir form.

"It might not be a real dragon," he muttered, "but at least I get to fight something dragon-ish."

Fenrir and dragons had shared a deep-rooted hatred for ages. Despite both being divine beings, Fenrir were closely tied to spirits, while dragons were bound to magic. Dragons viewed themselves as a superior race, one that stood above even other divine beings, and they looked down on creatures like Fenrir. That arrogance had long been a point of contention, made worse by the fact that dragons were usually stronger.

The dragon noticed Fey standing between it and the town and unleashed a breath of fire.

Fey reacted instantly.

A massive rock wall erupted from the ground, rising high enough to block the flames. The wall melted almost immediately, but it absorbed the brunt of the attack, stopping the fire from reaching the town.

Fey let out a thunderous roar.

Ten magical formations appeared in the air at once. From each of them, enormous ice lances, each as large as two humans, shot forward, tearing through the air at incredible speed.

The dragon couldn't dodge in time.

The lances slammed into its body one after another. Thick clouds of steam burst into the air as the ice collided with flame-heated bone, forcing the dragon backward with every hit.

It roared, the sound shaking the sky, and beat its wings violently as it pushed through the barrage and charged forward. Another torrent of flames erupted from its mouth—

—but Fenrir had already moved.

The flames scorched the ground, melting it as Fey sprinted to the side, running through the air as if it were solid ground. A new magical formation appeared above him.

Lightning descended.

A bolt as thick as a human slammed into the dragon's side, cracking its ribs and sending it plummeting toward the earth.

BOOM!

The dragon crashed into the ground and rolled violently.

If this had been a true dragon, it wouldn't have taken such damage so easily, and Fenrir wouldn't have dominated the fight this badly. But it wasn't a real dragon.

And so, it fell.

Fey shifted back into his human form and dropped to the ground, walking calmly toward the fallen beast. He stretched out a hand, and another magical circle formed in front of him. An ice lance condensed and fired.

The dragon tried to lift its head, but the lance smashed into it, snapping its head aside.

Again and again, Fey barraged it with ice until the dragon could barely move. The heart within its chest flickered weakly. Cold spread through its body, freezing it from the inside out.

It was dying.

Finally, Fey aimed for the heart.

An ice blade formed in his hand, and with a single clean strike, he pierced through. The flames within the dragon's core froze instantly, extinguishing in a violent cloud of steam.

The massive body went still.

Dead.

Fey folded his arms and pouted slightly. "That was pretty anticlimactic."

He scratched his stomach and sighed. "I think I'm really hungry now. Raze owes me a lot of food for taking care of his work."

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