The dragon's harem

Damnation wasn’t having fun anymore. She once enjoyed listening to the pained groans of the Titans and humans as they cooked alive beneath the ash, but now, another sound kept ringing inside her head.

Alarm bells, countless of her minions were getting destroyed, several traps obliterated, and great distances were being crossed in seconds.

Two powerful magical signals. One that belonged to the prince of the Volcanic Titans, Tempo, and the other signal was heavily masked and probably belonged to a mage.

The two signals were moving at a harrowing speed, covering over 500 kilometers in just over an hour, ripping her minions and traps to shred like a storm of destruction.

At times, Damnation didn’t even have the time to look at the battles before they were over. All of the souls of her minions were ripped apart in the blink of an eye.

“Damnable Prince, where did he find a soul stealer? I guess the old fool was right, putting so much trust in the brat.” She cursed, her fiery body burning on her brass throne.

Soul damage was quite rare. In fact, not that many people could hope to interact with the soul, not even the gods. The first person to use souls in battle was a Red Drakaina by the name of Zalaria, one of the two daughters of the fire goddess. Legends claim that even as a mortal, she could punch someone so hard that she’d rip their souls out of their bodies.

She was a Fire Drakaina that could control flames, and Damnation had noticed that some of her ash had cooled down. Robbed of all its heat. If that crazy bastard Tempo had managed to find and enlist her aid, then Damnation is more than screwed. The abominations rarely felt fear, only cowering away when facing AO, but if there was one mortal they were utterly horrified by, someone they’d call an abominable horror, it was Zalaria.

Zaleria had kicked Nyar, their overlord, so fucking hard that his soul in the seventh dimension died, and he had to spend over four thousand years in a coma. What horrified them more is that she did it after dying, as a mere soul, and she then rose from the ashes like a phoenix, creating a flame body for herself.

Damnation was almost inclined to face Arad Orion rather than Zaleria now. From what she heard, he is nowhere near his full power yet. Zaleria, on the other hand, would be a death herald if even Nyar couldn’t stop her.

Soon, Arad and Tempo reached the borders of the Volcanic Titan’s kingdom, a massive wall of volcanos that stretched as far as the eye could see east and west, forming a massive circle.

“Don’t tell me it’s a massive valley like the one the Storm Titans guard.” Arad sighed, and Tempo immediately replied.

“It is a massive crater where a great battle once happened. Some even say it was caused by an attack from the chromatic draconic goddess Tiamat.” Tempo sheathed his sword and jumped into the sky, flying with jets of crimson flame like a rocket into the air.

Arad expanded his wings and flew right after him, quickly changing his appearance so Damnation wouldn’t recognize him and run away as Raptur did.

Arad first used Virgo to turn into a woman and then shifted the color of his scales to give himself red hair with golden ends similar to what Tempo has. He even switched his armor to a black one that belonged to Eris and focused on fighting with a spear.

To the unassuming, it looked like Tempo had found a sister out there in the wilds of the world.

As the two landed on the peaks of the wall of volcanos, they looked at the endless crater of pure boiling lava. The Volcanic Titan kingdom was suspended over the burning pool with great black chains. A massive and fortified structure that is at least a thousand kilometers wide floated before them.

“How are you even keeping that thing up?” Arad gasped, and Tempo smiled. “Gravity magic, mending spells, and several durability enchantments. Unlike humans who shy from using magic in everything, we Volcanic Titans don’t. Why would we need to build cities beside rivers when create water exists? Why would we need roads when teleportation exists?”

Arad shrugged, “To me, there are a lot of reasons why you might not want to live on a frying pan above the biggest stove in the whole world. But to each their thing, right?”

Tempo laughed for the first time in a long while. He had been so busy and grim while putting all of Damnation’s minions to rest that he couldn’t even spare himself a moment to breathe. But now that he found himself taking a breather, he finally looked at Arad and lifted an eyebrow.

“And who might you be?”

Arad smiled, “A fellow Volcanic Titan lady, how come you forgotten me, Prince Tempo? I’m certainly not here to eat some outer abomination.”

Arad’s plan was simple. Hide and pretend to be just a Titan, hopefully giving Damnation a reason to think that turning him into a pawn is the easiest way to kill Tempo and then turn on her.

This time, Arad won’t allow the abomination to escape. Last time when Raptur escaped, the mad-slayer Vorvadoss ended up stealing the kill. He’ll take her down with a single sneak attack that won’t even give her the chance to know that she got killed.

“How do we get there?” Arad looked at the massive frying pan of a kingdom that the Volcanic Titans lived in and sighed. The air around it was filled with anti-magic barriers and anti-flight arrays. Even the lava surface was enchanted to swallow anything that touched it.

“Usually, there is a flying platform that will come and pick us up.” Tempo sighed, “But our luck seems to have run out. I can’t communicate with the city from here. My magic is being blocked by that thing.”

Tempo looked at Arad, “Do you have any idea?”

Arad shook his head, “None that would allow us to get in without exposing myself. I can use Vorvadoss’s teleportation, and it would slip past the barriers with ease, but Damnation is bound to notice me.”

“But I have a few things I can try.”