Dragon King's Harem Chapter 579. You Can’t Get Away From Me
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 579. You Can’t Get Away From Me
I let the first step belong to my mana.
“Glayze…”
The floor beneath my boots cracked with white-blue light. Frost spread outward in a perfect circle. This was dragon ice, cruel and sharp and fast enough to make the polished stone scream.
The frost shot across the ceremonial hall in jagged veins, swallowing spilled wine, fallen flowers, broken plates, and the blood smeared near Durharn’s throne. The air turned cold so suddenly several guests gasped, their breaths bursting out in pale mist.
Nymph soldiers stumbled backward as ice crawled under their feet and locked around their ankles. Roots that had been slithering across the floor froze mid-curl like snakes killed in motion.
Elowen’s eyes widened.
For the first time, she didn’t look like a queen.
She looked like prey that had just realized the forest was hunting back.
She jerked her arm, poisonous wood twisting, trying to tear free from Al’s shadow bind and Sela’s earth trap at the same time. The shadows tightened around her waist and wrists, but she wasn’t weak. No matter how much I wanted to mock her, Queen Elowen Vireth was still a queen. Her mana flared thick and green, ancient roots bursting under her skin, forcing the shadow threads to stretch.
Sela’s jaw tightened.
Al’s two fingers twitched against the floor.
The bindings held.
Barely.
The ice raced toward Elowen’s feet.
She hissed.
Then her wooden arm exploded into a swarm of thorny roots, stabbing into the floor around her and ripping upward with brute force. Stone shattered. Frozen earth broke. Sela’s trap cracked under the pressure, and Elowen tore one foot free just before Glayze reached her completely.
The ice kissed the edge of her gown.
She vanished in a twist of roots.
Fast.
Very fast.
Not teleportation. More like her body slipped through her own plant network, flesh and wood exchanging places for a heartbeat.
Nice trick.
Too bad.
“Shadow Walk.”
The world folded through darkness.
One moment I was in front of her.
The next… I stepped out from the shadow behind her, Nightmare already raised.
Elowen felt me too late.
I leaned close enough for my voice to brush her ear. “You can’t get away from me.”
Her face twisted.
I swung.
Nightmare came down like night itself, humming with hungry force. Elowen spun, her arm reshaping instantly into a poisoned wooden sword, dark green venom dripping along its edge. Our blades collided.
-BOOM!
The shockwave rattled the hall.
Chairs flipped. Flowers scattered. Frozen roots shattered into glittering fragments. Several nymph soldiers were thrown sideways, while dwarven nobles ducked instinctively behind tables that absolutely did not qualify as protection but, well, people did stupid things when terrified.
Elowen bared her teeth. “Arrogant dragon!”
“Correct.”
I twisted Nightmare against her blade.
‘Freeze.’
A stream of ice surged from my sword into hers.
The poisoned wooden blade stiffened instantly. Frost crawled along the grain, sealing every thorn, every vein of venom, every pulse of regenerative mana. Elowen tried to pull back, but I pushed harder. The ice spread up her arm.
Her eyes sharpened.
She raised her other hand.
Roots burst from the floor behind me.
[Spell Breaker Activated!]
The roots hit an invisible rupture and exploded into harmless fragments before they touched my back.
Elowen’s expression flickered.
Oh yes.
Now she understood.
This wasn’t me struggling anymore.
This was me choosing which lesson to teach first.
Across the hall, chaos finally broke loose properly.
Seranaya stood from Durharn’s throne, her authority bracelet glowing wildly as she tried to command the remaining dwarven guards.
“Restrain them!” she shouted. “By royal authority, I command—”
Sela arrived before she finished.
Her earth mana surged beneath the throne steps, stone rising into jagged pillars that boxed Seranaya away from the throne. Seranaya gasped and lashed out with vines, but Marissa’s flowers bloomed around them, releasing pale antidote mist that weakened the poison in the roots before they could strike.
“You,” Seranaya snarled, glaring at Marissa. “Traitor.”
Marissa smiled sweetly. “I learned from the best.”
Then she flicked her wrist.
A cluster of blossoms around Seranaya’s feet opened, and vines. Marissa’s vines this time, wrapped around Seranaya’s ankles. Not poisonous. Clean. Controlled. Made to bind, not consume.
Seranaya screamed and tried to slice them apart with thorn blades, but Sela slammed one hand down.
Stone cuffs snapped around Seranaya’s wrists.
The bride struggled, bridal veil torn, flowers falling from her hair, all that pretty innocence finally burning off like cheap perfume.
Meanwhile, Al had finally decided the floor had received enough of his affection.
He rose slowly, dusted off his robe, adjusted his monocle, and looked at the nymph soldiers charging toward him with the exhausted expression of a man interrupted during tea.
“Gentlemen,” he said calmly. “And ladies. Please stop.”
They did not stop.
Al sighed.
Shadows erupted from beneath their feet, spreading into a wide mesh that yanked several nymph soldiers down at once. One tried to cut through with a vine spear.
Evelina stepped beside Al, golden light flaring around her hands.
The vine spear struck the barrier and snapped.
Behind them, the dragon soldiers finally moved.
My soldiers.
They had waited until the act ended, and now they came alive like armored beasts waking from a bad dream. Dragon blades flashed. Shields slammed forward.
From the Phoenix delegation, Seraphel lifted one hand.
“Now.”
Bird clan soldiers moved with terrifying elegance. Flame-edged spears swept through the hall, not burning wildly, but cutting off escape routes, forcing nymph soldiers back into Al’s shadows and Evelina’s barriers.
The hall became thunder.
Steel.
Ice.
Light.
Shadow.
Roots.
Screams.
Commands.
And in the middle of it, Elowen tried to regenerate.
Her frozen arm cracked.
Wood split.
Fresh roots tried to grow from beneath the ice, poisonous veins pulsing as she fed more mana into the limb.
I clicked my tongue. “No.”
‘Ice Lance.’
Fifty ice lances formed around me in a perfect halo.
The temperature dropped again.
Elowen looked up.
For one heartbeat, her confidence finally died.