Song of ice and fire

The wyvern, infuriated by his defiance, let out a thunderous roar that shook the very foundations of the city. It charged at him with renewed ferocity, its massive form a blur of scales and fire. Orion stood his ground, his expression unwavering.

He had provoked the creature, and it had taken the bait. Now only thing he had to keep him focused on himself.

So orion stood his ground, evading the creature's initial attack with agile, swift movements. His body, fueled by mana and the power of wind magic, moved with the fluid grace of a dancer. Though it would have been more efficient to use thunder magic to enhance his reaction time and speed, only radiant silver core mages could wield such power with precision. For now, he had to rely on his current abilities and bide his time.

He yearned to unleash the full force of his other elemental magics, but Orion knew he must be strategic. Against a beast as massive and formidable as the wyvern, brute force alone would be futile and wasteful of his mana. Instead, he relied on his cunning and ability to predict the creature's movements, seeking to outmaneuver it and strike where it was vulnerable.

The wyvern belched forth another torrent of fire, and Orion danced through the flames with precision, his eyes never leaving his foe. The heat seared his skin cloak and skin, but he pushed the pain aside, focusing intently on the battle. Each moment was a lesson, revealing more about the beast's strengths and weaknesses. Though the wyvern was fast and powerful, its attacks were repetitive and predictable. Orion used this knowledge to his advantage, darting in and out of range, probing for an opening.

As the wyvern lunged again, Orion dodged with a swift sidestep, feeling the rush of wind as the beast's claws missed him by inches. He countered with a blast of wind magic, momentarily disorienting the wyvern. It roared in frustration, its fiery breath scorching the air around them. Orion seized the opportunity to launch an ice spear at its exposed underbelly, the weapon striking true and sending a shockwave of frost through the wyvern's body.

The creature howled in pain, thrashing wildly. Orion stayed focused, his mind a whirlwind of calculations. He anticipated the wyvern's next move, predicting its path of attack. When the beast lunged again, Orion was ready. He rolled beneath its massive frame, coming up behind it and launching a series of ice shards into its joints. The wyvern stumbled, its movements growing sluggish as the frost took hold.

As the beast recovered and prepared another fiery assault, Orion feigned vulnerability, drawing it into a false sense of advantage. The wyvern charged, and at the last moment, Orion sidestepped, directing a concentrated blast of wind magic at its wings. The force was so fierce it unbalanced even the massively beast, sending it crashing to the ground.

With the wyvern momentarily incapacitated, Orion seized the opportunity to press his advantage. He conjured a massive ice spear, its tip glinting ominously in the ethereal moonlight. He knew it wouldn't be enough to kill the beast outright—he was only a silver core mage, lacking the destructive power needed for such a feat, not without ample time atleast. But that wasn't the problem, his goal wasn't to kill; it was to injure the wyvern severely enough to force it to retreat back to the forest.

Summoning all his strength, Orion hurled the spear with his full might, his muscle starined and the projectile streaked toward the wyvern with a sonic boom, promising a devastating impact. Yet, as if sensing the imminent threat, the wyvern roared once more. This time carrying with it was an otherworldly cadence, echoing with an eerie after sound.

"The Dragonic tongue," Orion mumbled, his eyes widening as he realized the significance of the resonating sound. The words carried an ancient power, and as they echoed through the night, the ice spear disintegrated mid-air, evaporating into nothingness.

Recognizing the sudden and dire threat, Orion halted his assault and leapt back, retreating to a safer distance. He didn't fully understand the incantation, nor was he fluent in the Dragonic tongue beyond its mere recognition. But he knew instinctively that it nothinh but boded ill omens.

Orion stood at a distance, uncertain of what would come next. He watched intently as the wyvern began to transform, morphing into something far more terrifying than he had ever encountered. The air itself seemed to tremble with dread as the wyvern let out a thunderous roar. The ground beneath Orion's feet cracked and splintered under the shockwaves, and the already ruined buildings around them shuddered and crumbled completely.

The flames surrounding the wyvern intensified, growing hotter and more ferocious, wrapping around its wings like a cloak of pure inferno. Its eyes, once burning with fury, now blazed with raging flames. The very essence of the creature was changing before Orion's eyes. Its horns elongated and sharpened, while its claws turned red-hot, glowing with unbearable heat.

Slowly but inexorably, the wyvern's entire body became engulfed in flames, each lick of fire amplifying its presence until it appeared twice its original size. The monstrous form now loomed over the battlefield, a colossus of fire and fury. Orion could feel the intense heat radiating from the creature, the air around him shimmering with the oppressive warmth.

Despite the overwhelming sight, Orion's mind remained sharp. He had faced formidable opponents before, but this was unlike anything he had encountered. The wyvern's transformation had pushed it beyond a mere beast into a nightmarish force of nature. Yet, he knew that panicking would only lead to his demise. He needed to adapt, to find a way to turn this tide of elemental fury to his advantage.

Orion's breath steadied as he assessed the transformed wyvern. The creature's size and power had increased, but so had its weaknesses. The intense heat would make its body more brittle, prone to cracking under precise, targeted attacks. His strategy shifted; he needed to exploit this newfound vulnerability.

With renewed determination, Orion began to weave his magic. He conjured a series of ice barriers around him, each one absorbing the wyvern's radiant heat and providing a momentary shield against its fiery onslaught. The air grew colder in his immediate vicinity, a stark contrast to the inferno surrounding the wyvern.

So the song of ice and fire commenced, a clash of opposite elements under the moonlit sky, that will decide the fate of Elsmere.