I Only Tame Dragons-Chapter 216: The Titan of the Forest

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The ground trembled. Trees bent as if bowing to an unseen force, their leaves quivering in fear. The very air grew thick with power, humming with an ancient resonance that made the battlefield feel suffocating. Then, from the vortex of darkness, something massive began to emerge.

A deep, guttural roar shook the land. The titan took form.

It was like a god of the forest, towering above all, its body woven from gnarled roots, moss-covered bark, and veins pulsing with emerald energy. Vines slithered around its limbs, coiling like living armor, while its back carried an entire canopy of twisted branches, forming a crown of withering and blooming leaves. Its face was eerily human yet utterly alien—a carved wooden visage with glowing green eyes, staring with an emotionless, god-like indifference.

With every step, the titan’s roots dug deep into the earth, absorbing its essence, its wounds healing almost instantly. It wasn’t just a creature of the forest—it was the forest. An embodiment of nature’s wrath, a deity given form through Travis’s final trump card.

Horizon exhaled sharply, gripping his sword tighter. His mana had recovered just enough to summon a single beast, but against this? It wasn’t nearly enough.

Across the battlefield, another fight raged.

Von, Lydia, Frigid, and Silphie were locked in a brutal battle against the Lava Titan—a beast just as terrifying in its own right.

The Lava Titan was a hulking monstrosity of molten rock, its body shifting like living magma. Flames dripped from its joints like liquid fire, and each movement sent cracks of glowing embers spilling onto the battlefield. Its head was a jagged slab of volcanic stone, its mouth a blazing furnace that exhaled heatwaves powerful enough to turn steel to slag.

Lydia darted across the battlefield, barely dodging a stream of molten rock that erupted from the Titan’s fist as it crashed into the ground. The impact sent shockwaves through the earth, carving deep trenches into the already scorched land.

Von leaped onto the Lava Titan’s arm, his dark blade cutting into its molten flesh, but the wound sealed almost instantly, the heat too intense for a normal blade to leave any lasting damage.

"Tch," Von clicked his tongue, flipping backward just as the Titan swung a burning fist at him.

Frigid conjured massive ice pillars from the ground. They rose like jagged spears, crashing into the Lava Titan’s body, hissing violently as the ice met magma. Steam erupted in blinding clouds, obscuring vision but doing little to halt the Titan’s advance.

"It’s regenerating too fast," Silphie called out, her wind magic keeping her aloft as she sent razor-sharp gusts slicing toward the beast’s molten joints. "We need to cut off its mana source!"

Easier said than done. The Lava Titan’s heart—a core of pure molten energy—was buried deep within its chest. If they wanted to stop it, they had to pierce through layers of molten armor and withstand the searing heat long enough to strike its core.

Von clenched his jaw. "Then we’ll have to tear it open."

Lydia sprinted forward. "Cover me!"

Von didn’t hesitate. He rained bullets at the Lava Titan’s knee, sending a surge of dark energy through his gun. The Titan roared, staggering slightly. In that brief moment, Lydia launched herself off the ground, her knife coated in crackling lightning.

She threw the spear with all her strength.

The weapon became a streak of light, a bolt of divine energy that pierced straight into the Titan’s chest. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through its molten body, sending cracks racing along its torso. The Titan reeled back, its molten form struggling to hold together as its core was briefly exposed.

"NOW!" Von roared.

Frigid thrust both hands forward, an entire glacier forming in an instant, driving straight into the open wound. The ice slammed into the Titan’s exposed core, sending fissures of frost racing through its body. Steam exploded outward, and for a moment, the battlefield was nothing but a blinding haze of ice and fire.

Then—CRACK.

A deep, earth-shaking sound echoed as the Lava Titan collapsed. Its molten body cooled rapidly, hardening into black volcanic rock. The fight wasn’t over, but they had finally put the beast down.

But across the battlefield, Horizon was still standing before the true nightmare.

The Forest Titan loomed over him, staring with its soulless, glowing eyes. Its presence was suffocating, ancient, divine. It raised its massive arm, the branches extending and twisting into spears of solid wood, aiming directly at Horizon.

Horizon narrowed his eyes. "Alright," he muttered under his breath, his mind made up on who to aid him.

From the ground behind him, a summoning circle flared to life.

"I can only call one," Horizon murmured, his lips curling into a grin. "So I’ll call that one."

The summoning circle pulsed once—twice—then exploded in a surge of crimson energy.

And from its depths, a monstrous shadow emerged.

The battle of titans was about to begin.

A guttural roar ripped through the battlefield, shaking the very air as a colossal form emerged from the glowing summoning circle.

The Audience breath hitched. His golden eyes widened in disbelief. Another one?

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The spectators fell into a hushed awe, the chaotic cheers momentarily dying down. They had seen Horizon’s summoned beasts before—but this one . . . this one was new.

Just how many dragons did Horizon have?!

The Wysteria Dragon unfolded its massive wings, each one layered with shimmering, violet-hued scales that glowed like liquid amethyst under the battlefield’s light. Its serpentine body twisted with an elegance unlike any of Horizon’s previous summons—less brutal, more ethereal, as though it had been woven from the essence of twilight itself.

Long, curling tendrils of wisteria-like petals trailed from its horns and spine, cascading in a hypnotic dance as it moved. The air around it shimmered with a faint, intoxicating aroma—a scent that dulled the senses, luring prey into a dream-like daze before they even realized they were being hunted.

But the beauty of the Wysteria Dragon was deceiving.