Ygl & the Dwarf: THE JODE: Part 3 by PJ Selarom

Author:PJ Selarom [Selarom, PJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16: The Giantic-Ogrean War

The pasture between the Cory Mountains and Dark Plains

Morning’s breaking dawn

The rain slashed like knives.

The winds attempted to slice skin apart.

The twin suns’ corona tried to break through the storming thunderheads.

Queen Juna locked onto her divine rights’ source as if her Fairy public focused through her. The intent, so strong.

She connected with the winds so well, her fluorescent wings melded with the chaotic molecules, disappearing into them—the airy chaos transforming into new wings. Her body, her skin more porous, almost scattering with the blustery mayhem beyond her comprehension.

Watery Gasma, on the other hand, had absorbed so much moisture, her Pixy size stretched to greater heights and lengths—a swirling epitome of aquatic turbulence.

The queens’ elemental convergence became unbearable for the armies.

Even Juna’s husband, Ood, wielder of the black light, retreated quickly, like the Pixy Council.

“You cannot hope to defeat me, mud licker,” jeered Gasma.

“Try me, sand sucker!” Juna whistled.

Juna’s connection to air and light had become so strong, she could sense beneath the descent of Gasma’s aquatic toes the massive armies’ attempt to battle on. The battering weather, a grandiose wave of disorder, edged inward, taking a taxing toll. Like a sledgehammer, a windy gust pounded a gaggle of Giants and Ogres into the sky like a bushel of leaves.

Juna gasped at how chaotic her divine right had become; seeing her allies being assaulted, she pressed on.

Her divine right slammed hard into Gasma’s with a torrential temper, the very sky eaten alive with celestial passion. Air and water. Wind and rain. The ingredients of a hurricane.

Pegasi and gryphons alike initiated an evasion to their respective camps. Even Fairy and Pixy evaded, being bowled over like flies.

The only aerial mounts that remained locked in fatal combat were aquiline Pillager and reddish Slab. The gryphon and pegasus stayed because their masters performed the same dance below.

General Umbala’s face-off with General Punok became a struggle with the piling hurricane. He sheltered behind his hefty shield, unable to exploit his opponent’s divine right, his immense strength providing him firm footing as their trudging toward each other continued.

“Blast this storm!” Giantic Umbala gritted his teeth, keeping his sickle-lance near as he edged closer to the dark-skinned Ogre.

He could see that Punok’s increased mass withstood the hurricane flurry’s strength to a maximum.

The Ogre shoved his chisel-spear deep into the ground, anchoring himself closer and closer to burly Umbala. Punok’s ebon face half-masked behind his chimaera cloak’s sleeve.

True. Never had anyone felt weather like this. Dirt and rock, whirling daggers. Uprooted grasses.

Umbala witnessed Gasma and Juna performing their torrential dance, their cosmic ballet, despite the tempest’s blur. Juna spiraled through Gasma, trying to attack from the side, but Gasma caught her. The desperate queens entwined—flood and gales colliding—higher and higher toward the thundering nimbus.

Their forms transformed, more transcendent with every twist.

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