Chapter 269: The Battle Between Thorne Vs Sylra and Kaelor

The battle between Thorne Arcturus and the two elders, Sylra and Kaelor, raged in the heart of the volcanic wasteland. The landscape was harsh and unforgiving, but it paled in comparison to the forces about to collide.

The air crackled with tension, the ground trembling beneath their feet as each of them prepared for the coming storm. Thorne stood tall, his expression sharp and calculating, his eyes fixed on the two figures before him. His jaw tightened, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

"You have no idea what you're up against," Thorne said, his voice deep, confident, and laced with cold amusement. "Let me show you the real power of the Storm King Dominion."

With a single, swift motion, Thorne raised his arm, and the sky above responded to his command. Dark clouds gathered at an unnatural speed, swirling violently as a storm roared to life.

Thunder boomed overhead as Tempest Command activated, and fierce winds began to tear through the battlefield.

Lightning cracked across the sky, striking the ground at random, each bolt leaving smoldering craters in its wake. Torrential rain followed, drenching the volcanic wasteland, transforming it into a chaotic storm.

Amidst the raging storm, Thorne stood untouched, completely at ease. The winds and rain seemed to part around him, creating a calm center where he remained steady, his Eye of the Storm skill granting him complete control. Sёarch* The NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Is that it?" Kaelor scoffed, his voice low and mocking as he wiped the rain from his face. His dark eyes glinted with challenge, unafraid of the tempest. "You think a little wind and rain will make us tremble, Thorne?"

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Beside him, Sylra gave a cold laugh, her sharp features twisted into a sneer. "Pathetic. We've faced worse in the depths of Necrovauld. You may command the storm, but we command death itself." Her voice was soft but filled with menace, each word dripping with disdain.

Neither elder flinched under the weight of Thorne's storm. Both of them stood tall, their bodies already fused with top-tier Nether Corpses. Their Corpse Fusion skill had granted them formidable strength and resilience, their forms enhanced with the eerie, dark power of the Nether Puppets.

"The storm may be your domain, Thorne," Kaelor said, flexing his fingers, the muscles in his arm rippling with the unnatural strength of the corpse he had fused with, "but it won't help you survive this."

Thorne's smirk widened, a glint of cruel amusement in his eyes as he met the hostile glares of Sylra and Kaelor.

"You're confident," he said, his tone cold and dripping with mockery, "for people already dead inside." His words cut deep, a deliberate insult aimed at their very existence as Nether Puppet users.

Sylra's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes narrowing as she took a step forward. "You talk too much, Thorne. You'll regret those words." Her voice was low, icy, and filled with venom.

Kaelor grunted, his fists clenching as dark energy pulsed around him. "Let's see if that mouth of yours can still run when we rip you apart," he growled, his voice deep and menacing.

Without warning, Thorne moved, his smirk never leaving his face. His fist crackled with raw storm energy, glowing with the fury of the tempest he commanded. Lightning coiled around his knuckles as he shot forward with blinding speed, aiming a devastating thunder fist directly at Sylra.

"Soulchain Bind!" Sylra's voice rang out sharply, her eyes flashing as she raised her arms. Ethereal chains, shimmering with soul energy, burst forth and snaked through the air, seeking to entangle Thorne and drain his mana.

Thorne dodged the chains with a swift, calculated movement, his body moving like a blur through the chaos of the storm. But the pressure of Sylra's attack was relentless, the chains closing in on him from all directions.

"Don't forget about me!" Kaelor roared, lunging forward. His hands glowed with dark, malevolent energy as he used Puppet Rend to form deadly, nether-forged claws.

The claws gleamed with a vicious sharpness, each swipe designed to tear through Thorne's defenses. He swung with precision, aiming for Thorne's side.

Thorne parried the incoming claws with a flash of lightning, sparks flying as their energies collided. The sheer force of Kaelor's attack sent a tremor through the battlefield, but Thorne's expression remained calm, his eyes sharp and focused.

"Impressive," Thorne muttered under his breath, his voice steady despite the relentless assault. "But you'll need more than borrowed strength to best me."

Sylra's eyes gleamed with malice as she manipulated the soul chains to tighten around Thorne. "Keep running, Arcturus. But I'll have you bound soon enough."

Kaelor's face twisted into a snarl, his claws slashing through the air with deadly intent. "Stop dodging and fight, coward!" His tone was filled with frustration, his strikes becoming more aggressive as Thorne continued to evade.

The clash of power between them was intense. Thorne, with the full force of the storm behind him, maneuvered skillfully, dodging the chains and parrying Kaelor's vicious strikes. Yet, he could feel the oppressive pressure of the Nether energy closing in, tightening around him like a vice.

Kaelor's nether-forged claws whistled through the air, their dark edges sharp enough to cut through both magic and armor. Each time they clashed, shockwaves rippled through the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath them.

Sylra and Kaelor moved with brutal precision, their enhanced Nether Puppet skills turning them into deadly forces of nature. Their strikes were perfectly coordinated, each one designed to overpower, dismantle, and corner Thorne.

But Thorne wasn't easy prey. He weaved through their attacks, his storm granting him unparalleled speed and power.

Lightning flashed with every movement, each bolt amplifying his attacks and enhancing his reflexes. The battlefield was alive with the fury of their battle, a deadly dance of power and destruction.

Sylra's eyes flashed with frustration as her chains failed to bind him. "He's faster than I expected. Kaelor, don't let up!" she hissed, her voice edged with impatience.

Kaelor grunted in response, his attacks becoming more savage, his face contorted in rage. "You won't escape us, Thorne!" His words were a promise of violence, each strike more brutal than the last.

The battle was far from over. It had only just begun.