Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 157: The Dragon Palace Is Under Attack — Part 2.

The three Gigante laughed, their eyes glowing with a murderous light. They knew that if the warriors reached their Black Blades, the hunt would turn against them.

"You think we will let you leave?" one snarled. "All lizards die tonight! GIANT’S ADVANCED LIGHTNING ELEMENT: ELECTRIC CAGE!"

Purple lightning exploded outward, racing across the walls, pillars, and ceiling, forming a crackling prison of electricity that began sealing every exit in the hall.

But the Gigante had underestimated the warriors of the Seven Houses.

Before the cage could fully close, the warriors of House Verdantwing moved. They were like leaves caught in a hurricane—light, fast, and impossible to grasp. Their bodies twisted through the chaos with breathtaking agility. They leapt through windows, vaulted over balconies, and slipped through every gap and opening in the hall before the lightning sealed it shut.

Yet the second Gigante reacted instantly.

She slammed her palm against the marble floor. A wave of frost exploded outward, freezing the entire ground beneath the fleeing warriors. The polished floor turned into slick ice in an instant.

Nobles and soldiers alike lost their footing, crashing to the ground as panic spread. But the warriors of House Silverspine only smirked.

Their backs bent in impossible angles as their bodies adapted to the terrain. Their flexible spines curved and twisted, allowing them to slide across the frozen floor with perfect balance. Some dropped low, sliding beneath overturned tables and shattered chairs. Others twisted their bodies sideways, gliding across the ice racing for the exits.

What should have slowed them only made them faster.

Meanwhile, the warriors of House Asulfang surged into motion. Raised in the brutal frozen hunting grounds of their homeland, they moved with raw, animal instinct. Their senses were sharp, their reflexes even sharper. They grabbed fallen nobles, lifted injured knights, and dragged terrified servants toward the exits with fierce urgency.

"Move!" one roared. "Get out!"

They guided the civilians like predators guiding a herd away from danger. Outside, more warriors were already escaping through shattered windows and broken balconies.

But the third Gigante snarled in fury.

"You will not escape!"

She raised both arms.

"GIANT’S ADVANCED FIRE ELEMENT: MASSIVE FIREBALL!"

A massive sphere of concentrated flame roared across the hall, a sun of liquid fire designed to incinerate everything in its path. But before the inferno could reach the fleeing nobles, a wall of meat stepped into the light.

The warriors of House Crimsonscale planted their feet, their boots shattering the marble in unison.

"WALL!"

Stripped of their armor and dressed only in formal silks, they offered their bare bodies as the shield. The fireball crashed into them with the force of a falling star. Teeth gritted, muscles bulging against the heat, they stood their ground, locking shoulders to ensure not a single spark reached those behind them.

A normal man would have been reduced to drifting ash. But a Crimsonscale’s flesh was forged differently. The flames blackened their skin and seared their tunics, but their resolve remained cold and hard.

The Gigante clicked her tongue in annoyance, her eyes flashing.

"Dammit!"

Behind them, the final groups of nobles and servants fled through the remaining exits. Within moments, the civilians, non combatants and injured were ushered safely out of the immediate battlefield.

Outside the palace, warriors from the escaping houses regrouped beneath the moonlight. Among them stood Luavier, Sairant, and the others who had escaped the lightning cage.

They looked back toward the burning hall, fists clenched. Luavier raised his voice toward the warriors still inside.

"We swear it! We will reach the armory! We will return with our Black Blades!"

Beside him, Sairant cupped his hands and shouted toward the blazing palace.

"Hold them off! Please—"

His voice cracked with urgency.

"PLEASE DO NOT DIE!"

Inside the hall, the purple lightning cage finally sealed. Electric arcs crawled across the pillars, the walls, the shattered windows, forming a prison of violent energy. The Gigante who had summoned it stood at the center of the lightning web, her violet eyes blazing with fury.

She slowly rolled her neck, staring at the warriors who remained trapped inside with her. A cruel grin spread across her lips.

"Pissed... I am very pissed."

Purple sparks jumped between her fingers.

"These lizards... even without the blood of dragons... you still carry their guts."

She spat to the side.

"Fine. Then die like them." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Lightning crackled louder around the cage. But at that moment. A calm pair of footsteps echoed through the hall... Percieval walked forward.

Slowly. Deliberately.

He stepped into the center of the battlefield. There was no tremor in his hands, no fear in his ancient bones; he simply reached up and adjusted his necktie with casual grace. Around him, the surviving warriors fell into a hushed silence as the Legend came to a halt directly before the three Gigante.

His aged eyes lifted toward them, steady and cold.

"You misunderstand something," he said.

His voice didn’t shake. It carried the weight of centuries, cutting through the crackle of the electric cage and the roar of the dying fires. He looked at the monsters not as conquerors, but as a minor inconvenience.

"We may not have the blood of Tiamat flowing in our veins."

His gaze swept across the warriors around him—the scattered members of the Seven Houses standing ready despite the odds.

"But for centuries... We grew beside Dragonborn. We trained beside Dragonborn. We fought beside Dragonborn."

His voice deepened.

"And over generations... We adapted. We hardened. We evolved."

His hand slowly gestured toward the warriors surrounding him.

"That is why we are called the Houses of the Dragon. Not because we are dragons. But because we learned how to become like them."

The Gigante narrowed her glowing eyes. Percieval’s lips curved faintly.

"You thought you caged us. But the truth is..."

His voice dropped into something cold.

"You only caged yourselves."

Around him—none of the House Leaders, no... not a single councilor except Morgant, moved toward the exits. Not one. Though old, though grey-haired, though far past their prime... they remained.

Corneo of Goldensight slowly straightened his back, picking up his fallen staff from the floor. His milky eyes glowed faintly as he stepped forward beside Percieval.

One by one, the other elders stood their ground as well. They had lived long lives. They had seen wars, dragons, and gods.

And tonight. They would protect their sons and daughters. Together.