That time I got reincarnated as a female true dragon

Chapter 24: The Battle Beyond Time

The battlefield was a storm of chaos and destruction, the sky filled with swirling energy as the forces of the True Dragons clashed against the relentless might of Feldway and Michael. The very air crackled with raw power, each breath heavy with tension as the fate of Tempest, and perhaps the world, hung in the balance.

Velriza, Velgrynd, Veldora, and now, surprisingly, Velzard, stood shoulder to shoulder, their dragonic auras blending into a hurricane of energy. Feldway's chilling gaze remained fixated on them, his white hair fluttering as he raised his hand, preparing his next move.

Michael, overseeing the chaos, stood behind Feldway, his eyes glowing with divine purpose. His voice was calm, yet filled with finality. "You cannot stop the will of Veldanava. No matter how much you resist, the end is inevitable."

Velriza's eyes narrowed, her mind racing as she tried to grasp the overwhelming situation. "Your obsession with Veldanava's will is misplaced. He would never want this chaos, this destruction!"

Velgrynd, her hair shining brilliantly, sent a cold glare at Michael. "Veldanava's legacy doesn't belong to you. It's time we end this madness once and for all."

Velzard, having regained control of herself, stepped forward. Her icy-blue hair swayed as she clenched her fists. "For too long, I was a puppet. No more. I will fight alongside my siblings, and together, we will end you."

For a moment, the dragons stood tall, united in their resolve. But Feldway only laughed, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down their spines.

"You think that your unity can stand against the forces of the end?" Feldway's eyes flashed dangerously. "You are nothing more than pawns in a far greater game. And I—Feldway, the one who shall bring about the rebirth of Veldanava—am the player that holds the winning hand."

Without warning, Feldway unleashed a massive wave of energy. The force of his attack sent shockwaves through the battlefield, the ground cracking beneath the pressure. The dragons responded in kind, each of them summoning their vast reservoirs of power to meet Feldway's onslaught.

Velriza and Velgrynd fought side by side, their energies intertwining as they launched a combined strike at Feldway. Velzard, with her mastery over ice, created a barrier to protect the others while Veldora roared in the background, unleashing his furious draconic might.

The clash was immense, but Feldway's strength was staggering. With a single motion, he blocked their attacks, the sheer force of his power shaking the air.

"Is that all you've got?" Feldway mocked, his tone dripping with disdain. "You True Dragons, so proud of your power, but it pales in comparison to the true force of time and space."

Michael stepped forward, watching with calm detachment as the battle continued to escalate. His voice echoed ominously, "It's time we end this. Feldway, it's time."

Feldway nodded, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he turned his gaze toward Rimuru, who had been fighting valiantly alongside his allies. "You, Rimuru Tempest... the one who thinks he can defy the gods."

Rimuru's eyes narrowed as he raised his hand, preparing to summon his power. "Whatever you're planning, it won't work, Feldway. I've already seen through your tricks."

But before Rimuru could act, Feldway's entire body lit up with a dark, pulsating energy. His voice resonated with raw power as he activated his skill.

"Chrono Saltation: End of Space and Time."

The battlefield froze for an instant, as if time itself had ceased to exist. A deep, unsettling silence filled the air as Feldway's power surged. His body glowed with an eerie light, and then, in a single, blinding flash, Rimuru was consumed by the dark energy.

Rimuru felt the pull of an unimaginable force dragging him through the fabric of reality itself. He struggled to resist, but it was no use. He was being torn away from the battlefield, sent spiraling into the abyss of space and time.

"Rimuru!" Velriza shouted, her voice filled with panic as she watched him disappear. Velgrynd and Veldora's expressions darkened with rage.

"He's gone," Michael said, his voice cold. "Sent to the very end of time. There, he will remain, far from the reach of anyone. The ultimate banishment."

Velriza's heart pounded as she struggled to comprehend the loss of Rimuru. She gritted her teeth, her fists shaking with fury. "You... you won't get away with this! We'll bring him back, no matter what!"

Feldway, smiling cruelly, turned his attention to the rest of Rimuru's allies, who had been fighting fiercely but were now faltering. The Demon Lords, despite their immense power, had begun to fall one by one. Diablo, Testarossa, Ultima, Carrera—all of them were on the ground, unable to continue fighting.

Guy Crimson, though still standing, looked worn, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a grim determination. He glanced around the battlefield, seeing his fellow Demon Lords struggling against the onslaught of angels.

"Damn it..." Guy muttered, his fists clenched. "We're losing ground fast."

Milim, despite her endless energy, had been overwhelmed by the sheer number of angels. Even she, one of the strongest Demon Lords, was on her knees, struggling to catch her breath. "This... this is insane. There's too many of them."

Ramiris had retreated to the background, trying to protect her dungeon core, but even she was feeling the pressure. "I can't hold on much longer..."

The situation was dire. With Rimuru gone, and the Demon Lords falling one by one, only the True Dragons remained to fight against the overwhelming forces of Michael and Feldway.

Velriza, now standing alone with her siblings, felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her. Without Rimuru, without their allies, they were all that stood between Michael and total annihilation.

Velgrynd placed a hand on Velriza's shoulder, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. "We still have each other. And we have our strength. We won't fall here."

Veldora, his golden eyes blazing with fury, stepped forward, his massive aura flaring. "If they want a fight, then let's give them a fight! We'll burn them to ash!"

Velzard, her icy calm returned, nodded in agreement. "Our battle isn't over. Rimuru may be gone, but we will stand and fight. For him, and for this world."

As the True Dragons gathered their strength, Michael observed them with an impassive expression. "Your resistance is futile. This world will be remade in Veldanava's image, and you cannot stop it."

But despite the overwhelming odds, the dragons stood tall. Their auras combined, creating a whirlwind of energy that crackled with untold power. The ground beneath them trembled as their resolve solidified.

Feldway, hovering above them, smiled darkly. "So, this is the final stand of the True Dragons. Let's see how long you last."

With a roar, the battle resumed. The dragons unleashed their full might, their attacks tearing through the ranks of angels as they fought with everything they had.

Velriza's heart burned with determination as she called upon Azura, her Manas skill, to lend her strength. We can't give up. Rimuru... we'll bring you back. No matter what.

But as the battle raged on, the sheer numbers of angels and the relentless assault of Michael's divine power began to wear them down. One by one, the Demon Lords and their subordinates had fallen, leaving only the True Dragons to carry the fight.

Velriza, Velgrynd, Veldora, and Velzard fought valiantly, but even their strength was beginning to wane.

As the battle drew on, the remaining True Dragons found themselves standing alone, their once-formidable allies fallen, their enemies closing in. They were the last line of defense, and the weight of the world rested on their shoulders.

The final clash was approaching, and the fate of Tempest—and perhaps the entire world—hung in the balance.