I Only Tame Dragons

The battle had ended, but the war wasn't over.

Frigid stood victorious on the last remaining platform, his breath heavy, his hands coated in frost and blood.

Gorak, the unmovable wall of Brotherhood Legion, had fallen.

But before Frigid could even catch his breath—

The battlefield trembled.

A deep, ominous rumbling echoed through the volcanic wasteland.

The lava churned violently, bubbling and swelling, the pressure beneath the earth reaching its peak.

And then—it erupted.

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Far from the battlefield, in the royal viewing chambers, the Elven Elders' faces were twisted with rage.

This was not how it was supposed to go.

Brotherhood Legion was one of the top guilds in Eternia. They had been fully equipped with stat-boosting artifacts, had been given every advantage, and yet—

Nyx's Guild still won.

"This is impossible!" one elder snarled, slamming his fist onto the table.

"What makes them so special?!" another seethed. "Even top-tier guilds fall before them!"

But the answer was clear.

Every time they had tried to cripple Horizon and his team, something had interfered.

The Dracolich. The Giant Hawk.

Those summoned creatures.

The Elders' eyes burned with hatred as realization dawned.

It was those summons that were ruining their plans.

"Then we'll remove them."

The lava raged below, the battlefield breaking apart.

And they made their move.

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The platform beneath Frigid cracked.

The heat intensified, and suddenly, the lava surged upwards, a monstrous wave of molten fire racing toward him.

There was nothing left to stand on.

Nowhere to jump to.

Frigid dug his hands into the ground, his frost magic fighting to hold the heat at bay, but it was useless.

The lava was too much.

His body felt heavy, the unbearable temperature draining his strength.

This was the end. He would definitely melt if he fell into the lava. His HP was draining fast with the heat.

But then—

A deafening screech tore through the battlefield.

A gust of wind blasted downward, kicking up ash and embers.

And before the lava could consume him—

Massive talons gripped Frigid's armor and lifted him into the sky.

The Giant Hawk.

Carrying Lydia and Silphie on its back.

"Hold on, big guy!" Lydia shouted over the roaring winds.

Frigid barely had the energy to respond, but he gripped onto the Hawk's leg as they soared above the molten chaos below.

Silphie's healing magic washed over him, soothing the burns on his skin.

Frigid exhaled shakily.

He had narrowly escaped death.

But something was wrong.

As they climbed higher, Lydia's sharp eyes scanned the battlefield.

And then—she saw it.

The lava pulsed again, but this time, it didn't just erupt.

It took shape.

A massive, towering figure rose from the molten abyss, its body forged from living magma, its eyes blazing with an unnatural crimson glow.

A Lava Titan.

The audience erupted into cheers, assuming it was part of Brotherhood Legion's skills or another hidden phase of the fight.

But Lydia knew better.

She felt it—the same unnatural energy that had revived Lucas, that had altered the battlefield.

This wasn't Brotherhood Legion's doing.

This was the Elders' cheat.

And now?

They had summoned something that could contend with Horizon's summons.
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The Lava Titan roared, the air boiling from its sheer presence.

The Giant Hawk flapped its wings, preparing for battle—

But before it could attack, the Titan swung its massive fist.

The blow collided with the Hawk mid-air, sending it spiraling out of control.

Lydia grabbed Silphie, steadying them both as the Hawk struggled to regain balance.

"We're not gonna last up here if that thing keeps attacking!" Silphie warned.

But the Hawk wasn't alone.

Another shadow loomed above.

The Dracolich.

With a deep, earth-shaking growl, the Dracolich descended, its burning blue eyes locked onto the Lava Titan.

This wasn't just a battle between players anymore.

This was a war between titans.

The Lava Titan swung first, hurling a fireball the size of a boulder.

The Dracolich flapped its wings, dodging mid-air before opening its skeletal maw. A torrent of necrotic fire erupted, colliding head-on with the Lava Titan's attack.

The resulting explosion sent shockwaves through the battlefield, shaking the very ground.

The crowd roared, unaware that they were witnessing a cheat-born monster clashing against the will of a true summoner.

And while the Titans clashed in the sky, Lydia turned to Frigid and Silphie.

"We need to get back on land, now."

Silphie nodded. "We'll only be hindrance here."

The Giant Hawk flapped its powerful wings, struggling against the intense heat radiating from the battlefield below. Despite the chaos raging in the sky, it needed to ensure its passengers were safe.

Lydia held onto Frigid's arm, keeping him steady, while Silphie clung to Lydia's waist, her grip firm but trembling.

The Hawk's sharp eyes scanned the land below, searching for the safest place to land. With the battlefield constantly shifting, one wrong move could mean dropping them into another trap.

After circling twice, it angled its wings sharply, gliding toward a large rock plateau jutting out from the cracked earth.

With incredible precision, the Hawk descended, touching down lightly on the rocky ground before lowering its massive body.

"Move!" Lydia urged, hopping down and helping Silphie off.

Frigid followed, still slightly unsteady from his grueling fight with Gorak.

The moment their feet touched solid ground, the Giant Hawk screeched, flapping its metallic wings once more and launching itself back into the air.

It had another battle to fight.

Above them, the Dracolich clashed with the Lava Titan, its necrotic flames struggling against the Titan's pure elemental fury. The Hawk wasted no time in rejoining the fight, circling the Titan's massive form before diving in with razor-sharp talons.

The two summons fought relentlessly, refusing to back down.

But even as the battle of beasts raged on, Horizon's fight was far from over.

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Horizon dodged to the side, barely avoiding another devastating swing from Grimm's greatsword.

He was running on fumes.

His mana reserves were dangerously low.

With both the Dracolich and the Giant Hawk active, his mana was being drained rapidly, and with items forbidden in the fight, he had no way to replenish it quickly.

This was the cost of his power.