The opening salvo from Father Genesis was an elemental storm that defied every law of natural biology.
From his left shoulder, the grafted Asura Drake skull unhinged its jaws, vomiting a hundred-meter torrent of white-hot draconic star-fire that burned at four thousand degrees. At the same time, his right flank—where the Glacial Frost-Qilin lung was embedded—discharged a howling blizzard of total-zero ice-cold vapor. At the same time, his lower belly tendrils sprayed high-pressure streams of neuro-cytolytic viper venom across the flat stone slabs.
The conflicting elemental forces collided in mid-air. That created a violent heat-powered blast wave that blew the stone flags out of the floor and shattered the stained-glass watching galleries seventy meters overhead.
“Titus! Castle wall!” Arthur commanded, his eyes locked on the incoming wall of fire and frost.
Titus didn’t hesitate. The Xuanwu sovereign stepped forward into the center of the nave, planting all four massive dark rock legs with the rock-steady weight of a mountain range. He lowered his horned head. A dense, four-meter-thick castle wall of linked earth-shaking dark rock erupted from the floor, heavy by his Disaster-grade Earth deep ring.
BOOM!
The star-fire wave slammed into Titus’s dark rock castle wall with the striking force of a high-explosive bunker-buster. Sheets of liquid fire washed over the stone armor scales. That turned the outer stone layer into glowing orange glass. Meanwhile, the ice-cold frost froze the lower flat stone slabs into brittle baked-clay. But the Xuanwu castle wall stood total. Titus closed his heavy reptilian…
