True might of draconic magic

After witnessing the fierce transformation, orion found his heart pounding, as he felt the overwhelming presence of Dragonic magic around him, twisting and warping the surrounding mana itself. He had only read a few lines about this ancient magic, but now, he could feel its raw power in the air. For a moment, all was still, as though the very world held its breath for wyvren's next command. Then, with a roar that shook the earth, the wyverns gaze fell on him again, flames hovering around him like wave and wisps, and Orion knew he was in for the fight of his life.

In an instant, Orion's senses sharpened, a subtle but palpable shift in the air alerting him to an unseen threat. Reacting on instinct, he encased himself within a protective dome of ice, the chill of its formation contrasting sharply with the searing heat radiating from the wyvern's inferno.

Yet, even as he fortified his defenses, a sense of unease gnawed at him. Before he could comprehend the nature of the impending danger, a fireball materialized within the confines of his icy dome, defying all barriers and expectations. Orion's eyes widened in astonishment, 'How did it bypass my defenses?' a surge of disbelief coursing through his mind.

As the flames licked menacingly close, Orion's reflexes kicked into overdrive. With a swift, instinctual dodge, he narrowly avoided the brunt of the assault, though the scorching heat still singed his skin. His mind raced, struggling to made sense of what had just transpired.

The only explanation he could think of, that wyvern had outclassed him in speed of casting of magic, and cunjered the fireball before he could creat the icy dome. But even that was ridiculous, the inexplicable speed of the wyvern's magic was simply beyond common sense.

But as if breaking his assumptions into pieces, another fireball materialized before him once more, this time perilously close to his person. Caught off guard by the suddenness of the assault, Orion's breath caught in his throat as he scrambled to conjure a shield of ice in a desperate bid for protection.

Yet, even as he willed the barrier into existence, a sense of foreboding washed over him. He could almost feel the fireball's relentless advance, it's heat reaching his skin. The moment of impact was upon him, and for a fleeting instant, time seemed to stand still.

Then, with a deafening roar, the fireball collided with his hastily cunjered shield, unleashing a torrent of force that shattered the ice barrier and sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Orion was engulfed in a blinding explosion of light and heat, the sheer force of the blast hurtling him through the streets like a leaf caught in a tempest.

As he tumbled through the air, a cacophony of sensations assaulted his senses. The acrid smell of burning flesh mingled with the sharp sting of smoke, while the roar of the inferno reverberated through his bones. Amidst the chaos, a profound sense of disbelief washed over him.

Struggling to his feet, Orion assessed his injuries. The fireball was fast but less lethal, so even his incomplete ice shield had maneged to protected him, but he still wasn't unscathed. His right hand was a mangled mess of burns and bruises. Despite the pain, a cold clarity settled over him, the secret of wyvern's magic now lay unvield before him. The wyvern wasn't merely casting spells with incredible speed—it was conjuring them right in front of him, ignoring the distance and obstacles between them, manifesting too close to let him evade.

In the presence of the wyvern's awe-inspiring display of magic, Orion couldn't help but question, "Is this the true strength of draconic magic?" The unfolding spectacle revealed an entirely new facet of magical capability, leaving Orion in a state of realization. A newfound unease settling in his gut. He had faced formidable opponents before, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer ferocity of the wyvern's bizarre display. In that moment, Orion realized the true extent of the challenge that lay before him.

The wyvern's eyes blazed with malevolent fury as it beheld orions figure, its entire form wreathed in unholy fire. Shaking off his shock and doubts over wyvern's magic, Orion refocused on the battle. He knew he had to adapt quickly or he wouldn't last long. Swiftly, he summoned his black sword from his dimensional ring, the most resilient and lethal weapon he had taken from the Weaponry of the Secret Order.

With the sword in hand, Orion wove a complex pattern of wind and ice magic, creating three barriers that shifted and moved with him, countering the wyvern's fiery attacks. He hoped this dynamic defense would buy him the time needed to devise a counter-strategy.

Orion's thoughts raced as few minutes had long stretched into eternity, each passing moment amplifying the weight of his solitude. "Is the empire truly this unreliable?" he pondered, his voice a whisper lost amidst the chaos. Despite the promised of reinforcements he had eardroped, the silence of the city streets remained unbroken, a testament to the absence of the magic knights he had hoped would come to aid of Elsmere.