I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Into the battlefield, another member of the Great Families was having his beatdown with the Royal Beasts.

Two 2-tier Greater Drake were flying around the Elven Prince, blasts of flames emitting from their maw which was countered by arrows of the same element.

Elves with destructive nature abilities prided themselves in their fire power. Something capable of reaching a destructiveness rivalling High-tier beasts. Of course, this was only in its peak form, one which Darrell had yet to reach.

But even as a 7th-tier Elven Knight, he was strong enough to face two of these at the same time.

His Golden weapons represented unconscious clones of his, attached to his very being to serve the purpose of destruction. It consisted of two personas, unlike four. Forming the four Dharma weapons, well, two at the moment.

One with a Mage's staff and another with a bow and arrow.

Silver-armoured torsos emitted from his back; arms grabbed upon their weapons while his floating Grimoire stood ready for his command.

He was a walking magic cannon. Ready to shoot out at any given moment. And so he did.

"Shoot it down!"

His order was imminent, and without further ado, his two mirrored lookalikes stretched out their invisible string and spun their staff.

Balls of flames and bolts of lighting cackled as the Drakes flew around him, rushing away as a lightning bolt struck out in a furious cracking noise.

It rattled, the sounds of explosions reaching the skies as it streamed through the air.

The balls of flames had more effect though. While the Drakes had escaped the brunt of the lighting, the flames weren't so easily ignored.

They traced after the Drake's steps, following like ants to sugar until it struck them, an explosion of flames igniting on impact.

The aerial beasts screeched in a fury, one charging in with a supersonic speed, an eruption of sound occurring with the flap of its tail.

Royal Beasts weren't known for having specific skills but a generalized fighting pattern that they all adopted.

When threatened by an aerial foe, they chose to charge in, head first, their horns acting as spears.

They oftentimes did the same when facing land foes as well, choosing to use their brute force over their flames and dragon-like features.

This was what set them apart from real Dragons which Drakes are oftentimes mistaken for.

However, the Drake had made a drastically wrong decision.

"Chapter 8 of the Spirit Elf Magic…"

His grimoire flipped open while in the air, changing from page to page until it reached a satisfying point.

"Wind Superposition."

An evident sound projected in the skies, like a thin shrill, one similar to that of a banshee.

It curled, and surged, a wind so powerful that the Drakes were caught in the whorls of a Cyclone.

It picked up the Drakes like twigs, stopping them in their tracks, spun rigorously and slammed them against the earth.

The ground trembled and sunk deep, a crater forming in its place as cracks spread through the earthen floor.

Lava spilt out, and the Drakes cried in pain, thin slices of wind striking at their bodies, leaving ghastly slice marks that caused their blood to ooze out.

Darrell descended like a rock, his body permeating into the crater as he slammed his foot against one of the Drakes's underbelly.

A short cry escaped its maw, but that was quickly silenced by the lightning arrow that struck through his chest.

The loud vibrations caught his attention, his gaze slowly drifting to his back as the shadow of the second Drake cast over his body.

'These mutts…I've killed so many of them they call me the Drake Hunter back in the Eastern Forest.'

He clicked his tongue, shifting his gaze away as the Mage Dharma stretched his staff towards it.

"Spirit Elf Magic, Chapter 1; Dragon Flames."

The Silver Persona was suddenly enveloped in a ball of flames, a burning sensation streaming down its body as flames ignited at the tip of the Staff.

The Drake widened its maw, flames surging out as it emitted a sudden blast, while the Mage Dharma released the blast of flames from its staff.

Fire collided against fire, and an eruption of crimson light occurred on impact.

The Firelight ignited the air, the skies and the ground, molten lava spilling from cracks on the earthen floor as it was cracking from the intensity.

The Drake startled, took a step back, its flames continuously outpoured from its maw while Darrell glared at it.

Their eyes met a semblance of life igniting in their short encounter.

A frown formed on his face, and his brow arched with curiosity.

"You're….alive?"

He muttered, his surprise palpable, yet the Mage Dharma had not dropped its firepower.

Instead, he looked away, his mana surging out of his body in a wave and causing the flames to ignite even further.

The blast doubled in size, covering the size of the Drake's and pushing its flames back.

'In that case, I will make your death quick.'

He thought as his grimoire flipped open to another page.

"Spirit Elf Magic; Chapter 11"

A crackling sound rattled in the skies as the clouds rumbled in an awakening.

It felt like it suddenly surged with life, powered by yellow lighting that streaked through it like veins.

It flowed around, spiralling like a hungry dragon, picking out in an attempt to strike the earth.

"Call Of Lightning."

On command, it streamed down in a frenzy, millions of lightning bolts curled over one another like serpents in a pit.

It reached out, rumbling and crackling, a deep sensation of unease spreading into the air.

If the others were busy with their own problems, then this would cause them to pause in their actions.

The sight, yet beautiful, was darkly dangerous, telling tales of what was to come when it struck its prey.

Raph had just frozen over the last Oni Rhino. His gaze shifted from the Flame Man to the dark clouds and falling lightning.

He raised a brow as he cast a glance over to Javier.

The young boy had received aid from Raph a moment ago after he had successfully taken care of one of the Oni Rhinos.

Their attention was pulled by the sight of lightning streaming down from the skies.

This was the same for the others in the team and the other teams as well.

The reactions from the Audience and those who watched from the Control Room were similar.

The sight that was familiar to some yet new to others was a stark reminder. A deadly reminder of what it meant to face one of the Great Families.

As the millions of lightning bolts streamed down and struck the Drake, a terrible sonic explosion occurred. It forced some of those close to clasp their ears shut from the sound alone. This included Cricken, Rizzo, Dina and Javier. Even the other teams far away.

Raph simply sighed as he folded his hands.

'What is he thinking of using something as powerful as that on a simple Drake?'

He wondered, his attention shifting to the Flame Man.

Despite its circumstances and the fall of its comrades, it had remained passive, simply watching until it felt the time had come.

'What a pain. Flame men were known as Beasts who could not be tamed, because they were the closest thing to being a peaceful human.'

A human without conflict, without hope, without desire nor hatred. How can such a thing be a human?

'...well, that's why it's a beast.'

While Raph ignored the effects of the collision, others didn't.

This included even the Control Room, whose screens were suddenly turned shut when the lighting struck the Drake.

Turning on a few seconds later.

They watched in silence as the streams of lightning danced through the Dake's body, pulverizing its very being. It screamed in pain, its body slowly crumbling from the intensity of the lighting. Its scales seemed to burn from the inside, while it streaked out of its mouth, causing a cutting pain to fester in its throat.

At the same time, the blast of flames struck its body, pushing it towards the edge of the crater until it slammed its body against the hard wall.

Fire and Lightning ran through its body, a tremendous amount of pain brewing within it.

Darrell simply watched from the sides while this happened, his thoughts slowly reeling in.

'This is the peace I can grant to you. One of true destruction. Pulverize from this world and may you never return as a Drake but a Dragon.'

The beast continued to cry in pain, its eyes suddenly snapping towards Darrell, a silent speech between them.

It continued for about a minute until it died down, its burnt body falling to the ground as it scattered to ashes.

Darrell looked away as he floated upwards into the air, his gaze scanning the battlefield until it met an intriguing scene.

The small fries were dead, and only one was left standing or meditating in its case.

He watched as Raph walked up to the meditating giant, his weapon ready and a misty frost emitting from the blade of his sword.

A smirk formed on his face as he folded his hands.

'Well, this ought to be fun.'