Under a moonless sky, the Crimson Scale Sect launched a surprise assault on Myrelion's estate. Hooded mages wielding draconic blood magic stormed the front gates, backed by wyvern knights and corrupted drakelings.
Lira and the twins were hidden in the lower vaults, protected by barrier wards.
Myrelion stood on the ramparts alone, cape fluttering in the night wind, eyes glowing with flame.
From above, Solaryth answered his call, descending in a spiral of fire.
"You will not take what is mine." Myrelion's voice resonated with Solaryth's own.
Activating Dracovita Merge, Myrelion linked their souls further—sharing strength, speed, and awareness. His sword ignited in golden fire, and his strikes echoed like thunder.
The cult's leader, a powerful drake-warlock named Maugrim the Red, attempted to sever the bond between Myrelion and Solaryth with cursed chains.
But Solaryth roared, channeling his rage through Myrelion, burning the chains into ash.
Together, they unleashed Sovereign Burst, a fusion attack that reduced half the battlefield to scorched ruin.
One by one, the cultists fell.
Maugrim tried to retreat, but Solaryth snatched him mid-air and crushed him in his jaws.
When the battle ended, dawn broke over a charred but victorious field.
Myrelion collapsed to one knee, drained from the Merge. Solaryth curled around him protectively, eyes glowing with pride.
Their bond had deepened. No longer just master and dragon—but kindred spirits, soul-bound by shared purpose and blood.
In the distance, a faint whisper from his mother's journal echoed in his mind:
> "To wield the Dracovita is to love fiercely and fight as one."
And Myrelion now truly understood what it meant.