"You might have won this fight if only you had chosen a different battlefield. This is my lab!" A stomp of Raum’s feet raised a dust cloud of the frozen Guardian’s blood that he fed upon. "We are above a mana geyser!"
The feed cores emerged from his body again and replenished their strength by absorbing the world energy and the lingering energy of the Guardian Tier spells swirling around him.
"You lose strength with each blow you suffer, whereas I’m always at my peak. Farewell, Father." The Soul Cutter Blade appeared in Raum’s hand, and he performed a flawless series of cuts and lunges.
He severed Leegaain’s five limbs from his body and pierced through both his heart and brain, just to be safe.
"Don’t worry, Father. This is not your end. I will make good use of your corpse. I’ll treat every drop of your blood and speck of your flesh as the treasure it-"
"That’s it?" Leegaain’s frozen maw asked, cutting the Wonderer short. "That’s all you can do after killing hundreds of thousands of innocent people to fuel your deranged experiments?
"This measly power is what you’ve gained from betraying your own kind?"
Even though the ice was thawing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the six pieces of Leegaain’s body floated in mid-air without spilling a single drop of blood.
"You spat on everything my bloodline stands for, captured and tortured your own siblings, my children, for this? Answer me, you rotten bastard!" He said as his limbs reattached themselves.
Raum ignored his father’s demands and activated Winter Kiss again. The entire cave turned into a frozen wasteland in less than a second, but this time the Guardian remained unaffected.
In his rage, the temperature of Leegaain’s body rose to the point his black scales turned red from the heat within, giving him the appearance of a Fire Dragon. His inner fire burned more fiercely by the second, and the red turned white hot.
For a brief moment, the Father of All Dragons bore a striking resemblance to his son, Surtr, the Dragon of Light. Then, the mighty body of the Guardian adapted to its new temperature, and his scales became black again.
There was no fire Leegaain couldn’t contain. No heat could escape his searing heart unless he wished so. Yet that didn’t make his true power any less terrifying.
The ground quaked and shattered below his feet, releasing the magma trapped inside Mogar’s depths. Black storm clouds gathered in the sky, and the wind they carried uprooted ancient trees.
"This is what I can really do, you insignificant fool!" Leegaain roared as Mogar answered the call of his hate. "This is the power of a Guardian, and yet no Fringe has appeared around us. Do you know what that means?"
"I-"
"It means that this isn’t a close fight. That after living for 50,000 years and sacrificing countless lives to justify the abomination that is your existence, you achieved nothing worth paying such an ungodly price!"
As Leegaain’s voice echoed through the ruin of the underground lab, the quake stopped, and the thunderclouds faded as quickly as they had appeared.
"You know what? It doesn’t matter." Leegaain shook his head, sighing. "What pains me the most is that you’ve walked the same path as I did. You had my same idea, and my blood that once flowed in your veins must have guided you.
"With time and mastery, the imperfections can be removed and a perfect body achieved. Spirit Fusion is a tool that gently refines the life force beyond the limits of Awakening."
"That’s why, once I embarked on my journey towards Guardianhood, I entrusted Spirit Fusion to my children. I hoped that even though I had failed to reach the next evolutionary step through Spirit Fusion, someone in the future might have succeeded.
"That even in case I failed to become a Guardian like Tyris, I would have achieved immortality through the legacy I left behind." Leegaain’s eyes narrowed as they stared at the Eldritch in spite.
"You have made but one small step forward compared to me, Raum, and it wasn’t worth anyone’s life. Not even yours. As I see it, your Forbidden Magic version of my Spirit Fusion is nothing but a pale imitation of the original.
"I gave you every advantage I could, yet you haven’t managed to inflict me a single real wound from the beginning of this fight. You’ve wasted 40,000 years to do a little better than any Drake on Mogar can."
"Lies!" The Wonderer roared in outrage as he turned once again into a living mass of air magic with Flash and Blood.
This time, however, Leegaain did the same.
The black and the emerald lightning bolts crashed into each other dozens of times per second, and the black bolt failed to hold its ground. The Chaos of Flash and Blood drew its power only from the energy stored inside Raum’s body and forced the air element into submission to move around.
The Spirit Magic of the emerald bolt, instead, was fueled by Leegaain’s Guardian core and assisted by the air element, moving from one favorable natural current to another without encountering any resistance.

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