THE RISING BASTARD SON-Chapter 37 - - - Flame Bear - Part - 4

Flame Bear - Part - 4

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The battlefield stank of scorched flesh and fear. Myric and Rovan’s remains still smoked in the ashes of their last stand. But the Flame Bear was not done.

It would not be satisfied with two kills. It didn’t want just victory—it wanted obliteration.

The creature’s molten eyes scanned the scattered remnants of Kadran’s force. Each twitch of its head spread fresh panic through the ranks. Soldiers clutched their weapons tighter. Some backed away unconsciously. Others shook where they stood, sweat pouring from their faces despite the cold sweat of fear.

Then, the beast’s gaze found Kadran again.

There was a moment of stillness.

Then the bear roared.

"GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The sound ripped through the battlefield like a god’s wrath. Birds fled the treetops. Trees trembled. The roar was more than a sound—it was a war cry, a proclamation of supremacy. The air itself seemed to shudder under its weight.

For the human soldiers, it was a death knell.

Some of the rookies, already on edge, froze where they stood. A few even dropped their weapons. The seeds of doubt bloomed instantly: Should we fight this thing? Can we even win?

That roar broke morale like a hammer through brittle glass.

But Kadran could not afford to flinch. He had taunted the beast. He had drawn its fury. And now, he would pay the price.

The Flame Bear launched itself forward—an avalanche of burning muscle and hate. The earth quaked beneath its weight. Each stride brought it closer to Kadran like a flaming comet bound for impact.

Kadran’s blood ran cold.

Just moments ago, he had seen the bear eviscerate two of his best men like they were made of paper and wet cloth. Myric had been ripped apart in midair, Rovan flattened under a swipe that could tear through steel. There had been no hesitation. No mercy.

And now it was his turn.

Instinct took over.

"Boost Defense! Shield Fortify! Iron Guard! Fortitude Surge!" Kadran shouted, activating every defensive skill in his arsenal.

Mana surged through his veins like lightning. His muscles tensed. Bones locked into place. A silver shimmer pulsed through his armor, and the golden glow of his shield flared bright—its last defiant stand against an impossible force.

He lowered his stance, bracing hard, planting his boots deep into the earth. Every inch of him screamed to run. But he stood his ground.

He locked eyes with the oncoming juggernaut.

The bear’s fury was alive in those molten orbs—pure hate wrapped in fire and flesh. And Kadran, for a heartbeat, saw what death looked like.

Then it hit.

BOOM.

The impact was cataclysmic.

The Flame Bear’s skull slammed into Kadran’s shield like a meteor strike. The explosion of force created a shockwave that blasted debris in every direction. Soldiers were thrown off their feet. Trees groaned. Fire leapt from the bear’s hide in every direction like it was bleeding flames.

The golden shield—already damaged—let out a sound like a scream. Spiderweb fractures spread outward from the center. The magic reinforcement shimmered, flickered... and died.

Then—

CRACK!

The top half of Kadran’s golden shield tore from his grip and spun through the air like a coin tossed by fate. The lower half exploded in his gauntleted hands, fragments of enchanted steel slicing shallow cuts into his face and chest.

Then came the aftermath.

The force behind the Flame Bear’s charge hit him like a falling star—unstoppable, merciless.

Kadran’s body lifted off the ground with the sound of snapping metal and groaning bone. For a single, frozen moment, he was weightless—arms flailing, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream as time seemed to slow.

Then gravity reclaimed him.

He slammed into the ground with bone-shattering force.

CRUNCH. His left pauldron cracked on impact, twisting his shoulder at an unnatural angle.

He tumbled—once, twice—skidding over scorched dirt and crushed ash, his armor shedding chunks of dented plating as he went. Each roll drove shockwaves of pain through his ribs. Something inside him broke—he felt it: a wet, tearing crunch beneath his breastplate.

Then—THUD.

His back collided violently with the trunk of a charred tree.

The crack of the impact echoed like a whip. Bark exploded around him. The entire trunk shuddered from the collision.

Kadran collapsed to the ground in a heap. His body slumped forward, limp like a broken doll.

Blood erupted from his mouth in a thick, bubbling stream, splashing down his chin and staining the front of his battered armor. His vision swam, then turned white at the edges. Pain sang through every fiber of his body. A piercing, high-pitched tone rang in his ears, drowning out the battle beyond.

He tried to move—but nothing responded.

His right leg was twisted beneath him at a sickening angle. His left arm lay flat and still, fingers twitching faintly. One eye was nearly swollen shut. A thin, sharp piece of metal jutted from his thigh—likely a shard of his own shield.

He couldn’t even scream. His lungs refused. Each breath came as a shallow gasp, coated in blood.

Then—he realized something far worse.

He wasn’t just broken. He had been hurled across the entire battlefield. His body, wrecked by the blow, had been flung clean out of the front line and into the rear—right near the slave.

With Kadran incapacitated, the remaining core members—Kaelrick, Voss, Brelk, and Jarik—knew they had to act swiftly.

Kaelrick, the formidable warrior, activated his skill: "Titan’s Ascent". His muscles bulged, veins glowing with a golden hue as he launched himself into the air, his massive axe poised to strike.

Voss and Brelk synchronized their attacks. Voss invoked "Phantom Strikes", allowing him to deliver rapid slashes that blurred in the air. Brelk, the elemental mage, summoned "Frostbind Chains", aiming to entangle the beast and suppress its fiery aura.

Jarik, the agile rogue, activated "Shadow Pierce", his daggers enveloped in a dark mist, aiming for the creature’s vulnerable spots.

But the Flame Bear was no ordinary beast.

Sensing the incoming strikes from all sides—the crashing war cry of Kaelrick, the spellcasting of Brelk, the slashing footfalls of Jarik—the Flame Bear released a guttural growl, low and deep, like the grinding of stone beneath the earth. The sound seemed to pulse in the chest of every soldier nearby, a primal vibration that signaled death.

Then its body... changed.

With a sudden, explosive surge, its molten veins flared brighter. The crimson cracks etched across its charcoal-black hide glowed white-hot, like lava exposed to the open air. Its fur, once a smoldering ember, now became wildfire incarnate. Flames burst from its back and shoulders in great tongues of fury, fanning out like wings of heat.

The very air warped around it—a heat haze dancing off its body, distorting the battlefield like a mirage. Grass at its feet withered instantly. The scorched earth cracked, steam rising where sweat or blood had dared to fall. Metal weapons held too close began to shimmer and glow, burning the hands of those who wielded them. Arrows in flight curled mid-air, catching fire before they could reach their mark.

The temperature spiked so rapidly, it felt as though the sun had dropped from the sky and landed in their midst.

Kaelrick soared through the air like a divine hammer of war.

Every muscle in his body was tensed with raw power. His veins surged with mana-enhanced strength, his battle cry echoing like thunder over the battlefield. In both hands, his great war axe shimmered with golden runes—Skycleaver, forged in the forges beneath Darnhollow Pass, crackled with power as it descended in a burning arc aimed at the Flame Bear’s skull.

The ground beneath the bear had already begun to fracture, the earth unable to withstand the creature’s burning weight. Charred roots and smoldering stones cracked and hissed as the beast stood its ground, unmoving, unshaken. Its breath was a furnace’s roar. Its body, now fully aflame, burned like a bonfire stoked by hate.

But it had been waiting.

With a snarl that sounded like steel grinding against steel, the Flame Bear raised one massive paw—each claw the length of a sword, glowing red like iron fresh from the forge—and met Kaelrick mid-air.

The two forces collided.

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[ To Be Continued ]

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[ Blazzy - just die you all son of bitch. But What about sam how things will take turns now if they all die how sam will survive this flame bear.

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