CHAPTER 1150: FUSED

Lysander flew again and immediately steadied himself in midair. His staff start to gather the glow of veins of yellow lightning.

Across from him, the storm-wrapped being hovered within the swirling clouds, his body flickering and unstable. But something had changed.

The air around him was thickening and vibrating. The thunder in the sky grew louder and more frequent. The creature’s presence surged with new ferocity.

Bolts of blue white lightning erupted from his body, denser and sharper than before, each arc of lightning screaming through the rain like whips.

Lysander swallowed his saliva as he sensed the difference. "His power just spiked... what in the world—"

The being’s head suddenly snapped upward, and for the first time, his chaotic flickering slowed. His glowing eyes burned brighter, intelligence slowly returning to their depths.

The lightning around him pulsed in rhythm, as though a second soul had joined within.

The fragments of his avatar that was killed by Arty had merged into this one, feeding him clarity and rage.

He let out a deep, echoing roar that shook the clouds themselves. The storm expanded outward, turning the entire sky above Astoria into a vortex of blinding lightning and crushing pressure if even denser rain.

Lysander gritted his teeth, gripping his staff with both hands.

He drew a sigil in the air in quick succession, and from it, dozens of golden arcs erupted.

They curved like serpents and converged on the storm god’s chest.

The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, bursting apart the rain into mist.

But the god barely flinched. His arm moved with frightening speed, intercepting Lysander’s next spell.

The blue and white lightning that erupted from his body clashed with Lysander’s golden bolts, the two forces grinding against each other like rival tempests, creating spectacle of lightning of two colors in the sky.

The sky lit up in alternating flashes of gold and blue.

The collision of their powers split the air open with deafening cracks.

Lysander pushed harder, his lightning storm expanding outward and surrounding him like a golden sphere.

The god answered with a roar then releasing torrents of lightning that battered the sky into chaos.

The attacks that came from the god were heavier than what Lysander had received before.

The lightning he commanded was thicker, faster, and more violent. It didn’t just scorch the air, it cut through it.

Lysander spun his staff in intricate arcs, forming barriers of energy to deflect the blows. Each deflection sent thunder booming across the land and the Magic barrier protecting the kingdom below.

His arms burned, his chest heaved, but he held his ground. "I can’t let this thing win."

The storm god raised both of his arms, and a massive sphere of condensed lightning formed between his hands.

The air around it warped from the sheer charge.

Then, with a booming sound, he hurled the sphere downward.

Lysander crossed his staff before him and shouted a spell.

A golden barrier erupted to meet the descending sphere.

When they collided, the explosion was blinding. The shockwave expanded outward in a ring of pure light, tearing apart the clouds and splitting the rain.

For a brief moment, Lysander thought he had stopped it. Then his barrier cracked.

The next instant, the full force of the blast smashed through and engulfed him.

He screamed as the blue-white lightning tore through his defenses, his golden glow flickering violently.

His body was hurled downward like a falling star, crashing through the clouds and straight into the forest below.

BOOM!

Trees shattered under the impact. The ground split apart, throwing debris in every direction.

The blast carved a deep crater into the wet earth, and Lysander lay at its center, his leather armor smoking and his staff buried beside him.

Above, the storm god hovered amidst the dispersing clouds. His body pulsed with renewed life, his eyes glowing in blue and white light.

The remnants of his other self had now fused completely, and for the first time since his forced resurrection, the ancient storm god remembered who it truly was.

He spread his arms wide, and thunder rolled through the horizon.

Lysander groaned, pain lancing through every muscle in his body as he forced himself to move.

His staff still pulsed weakly beside him, flickering with traces of golden current.

He gritted his teeth and tried to rise but his knees gave out. His vision blurred.

Above, the storm god descended slowly through the shattered clouds, his body starting blazing. The blue-white arcs that crawled along his skin snapping and coiling.

His eyes glowed so bright right now, and his gaze locked onto Lysander.

The pressure that came with it was suffocating. Lysander could barely breathe. His heart hammered wildly, his instincts screaming that this was death.

The storm god raised his hand, lightning gathering at his palm. The sheer density of the energy warped the air.

The ground beneath Lysander’s feet began to tremble.

Lysander’s eyes widened as the god aimed the gathering sphere of lightning directly at him. He clenched his jaw.

But then, before the bolt could descend, a burst of violet light tore across the sky.

It struck the storm god full in the chest.

The blast sent him staggering backward, roaring in anger as arcs of electricity scattered in all directions.

Lysander blinked in confusion, then turned toward the light. He smiled in relief.

"About time, master."

From the smoke above, a figure descended. His long cloak fluttered. His staff glowed with violet runes now.

Adrius landed lightly beside him.

"You did well, Lysander. Now stay back." His tone was calm but carried a weight.

The storm god steadied himself in the air, growling as he faced this new opponent.

Adrius slammed his staff against the ground, and the sky above them split open in a blaze of violet energy.

Dozens of Magic circles appeared around him, each rotating with precision and power. Lightning descended through them, gathering at his command.

Then, with a sharp gesture, he unleashed them all at once.

Bolts of violet lightning rained upon the storm god, one after another, unrelenting and merciless, lighting up the clouds and shaking the ground below.

The storm god roared in defiance, crossing his arms to shield himself, but Adrius gave him no chance to recover.

His attacks came in rhythmic and devastating waves.

Another volley of lightning surged forth, piercing through the storm god’s defense and exploding across his chest.

The ancient god bellowed in fury, the light of his body flickering wildly. Yet even as he reeled, he began to retaliate, hurling back arcs of blue and white lightning that collided midair with Adrius’s spells, creating massive bursts of energy that painted the sky.

Lysander could only watch, half-kneeling amid the wreckage, as the two of them clashed above.

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