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The flames exploded around him, expanding in a brilliant wave that could have consumed everything in its path—but it didn't. Instead, they swirled around him, like the very essence of nature itself. Beautiful, graceful, and completely destructive. He stood at the center of it all, invincible, unshaken.

"Let's see how far this power goes," Parker muttered to himself, a grin tugging at his lips. The flames raged but did not burn him—no, they were his now.

He raised a hand, watching the flames coil around his fingers like they belonged there.

Ere's eyes widened.

"Well, shit," she muttered.

Parker exhaled. Controlled. Unshaken. "Let's go."

Ere nodded, stepping forward to summon the portal—

But then—

A crack split through the air.

The temperature plummeted.

Phoenix Flames had began to consume the air, but the temperature of the room dropped so fast it was as if someone had flipped a switch. The fire, once roaring and wild, seemed to hesitate for a split second. Then, in a flash, it went still, its movement frozen mid-dance.

Parker's gaze flicked to the source of the change, his senses sharpening, the air now heavy with a bitter cold that bit at his skin. It wasn't just the drop in temperature—it was something else, something far more ominous.

And then, she appeared.

It was her.

'Ere go outside, NOW!' he ordered suddenly!

The Ice Goddess's aura was a storm. The air around her shimmered with the intensity of her power, icy and unyielding, like a blizzard captured in human form. The temperature dropped even further as she stepped closer, and Parker could feel the flames inside him waver, their wild, uncontained fury suddenly threatened by the cold that now poured from her in waves.

She stood there, like a vision straight out of a nightmare—an ice goddess in full battle regalia. Her armor gleamed in the low light, sharp edges and intricate designs that only accentuated her ethereal, deadly beauty. She was a statue of grace, but also a weapon. The spear in her hands was a masterpiece, its blade sharp enough to cut through the very air itself.

And her presence-hell, it was like standing in the middle of a blizzard, one that could freeze you solid if you didn't respect it.

Her eyes met his, calm and cold, as if she had no doubt in her ability to quell the flames he had awakened. Her aura—icy and pure—pressed against the fire, a silent challenge to the blaze that raged around him. And the flames—they responded. They fought.@@novelbin@@

The Phoenix Flames tried to surge forward, their heat growing, hungry to consume everything in their path. But the Ice Goddess stood firm, her presence like an immovable wall, pushing against the flames with the sheer force of her cold energy.

The two powers—fire and ice—crashed against each other, the room trembling as they collided.

The Phoenix Flames hissed, crackled, and twisted in protest, fighting to continue their destructive dance, but the ice—the ice—held them at bay. A brutal standoff between two primal forces, each determined to break the other.

And there they were, locked in a silent war, as Parker stood in the middle, feeling the power of both elements fight for dominance around him. The flames burned hot, but the ice didn't let them spread. They battled, but neither side could fully claim victory—yet.

It was the perfect kind of chaos. Just the way he liked it.

"Well, well," Parker said with a slight chuckle. "Didn't expect you to show up tonight."

Chione's icy eyes locked onto him, her voice a quiet whisper that carried the weight of a thousand storms. "You've been busy, Crazy Racer!"

"Oh, what a beautiful name you gave me," of course they had history!

Then the room became a warzone of elements. The walls groaned as ice crawled over them, thick and ancient, locking the space in a frozen tomb. The flames around Parker flared higher, battling back, refusing to be swallowed. The air itself was confused—heat and cold warring in a way nature never intended.

Parker stood there, white phoenix flames curling off his body, their light bouncing off the icicles forming in real-time. And across from him—Chione, in all her divine wrath. She was different now. The goddess of ice wasn't just some pretty warrior wrapped in winter's touch—she was winter itself.

Frost formed in the air when she moved, swirling like a blizzard trapped inside the bedroom. Her armor, ancient and battle-worn, shimmered in shades of silver-blue, intricate engravings running along the plates. The spear in her hand wasn't just a weapon—it was an extension of her will. The real problem? That will wanted him dead.

"A new look really," Parker couldn't help it—he fucking grinned.

"This is gonna be fun."

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Chione didn't hesitate. One second she was standing there like a statue carved from the coldest storm, the next—boom—she was on him.

Her form blurred. Faster than a bullet. The floor shattered beneath her speed, ice cracking into jagged shards as she lunged, spear cutting through the air like a goddamn comet.

Parker barely got his sword up in time—claaang! Metal met enchanted ice, the force of it rattling his arm all the way to his shoulder. His wrist screamed in protest.

Shit— she hit like a truck.

The impact was enough to shake the entire building. Frost spread instantly, racing up his blade, trying to devour it in a prison of ice. The room temperature plummeted to the point that Parker could see his own breath in the air. His flames flickered—fighting, pushing back—but the cold was relentless, stubborn.

Chione's icy blue eyes locked onto him. Her voice? Sharp. Unforgiving. "You're weak." A pause. Then, colder, "And yet you dare to cause trouble in my City? Killing people?"

Parker's grin widened. He rolled his wrist, shaking off the sting, white flames pulsing back to life, licking up his sword like a living thing. "Your city, huh?" He exhaled, fire and frost colliding between them. "Look, Ice Queen, I don't really give a damn what you think. Or your self proclaimed city ownership. And as for killing that scumbag?" He tilted his head toward the spot where the man had been burned with not even his ash was left. "Not even the gods were gonna save him from me."

The temperature nosedived.

A vein of frost cracked along the ceiling.

Chione's eyes darkened.

She moved.

A blur. A ghost. A force of nature.

Her spear came again, but this time—whoosh—the tip was already at his throat before he could blink. Parker twisted with his unnatural instincts and mobility, barely avoiding getting skewered. Ice erupted where the weapon struck, freezing solid the very air itself.

His heart kicked up.

Not out of fear.

Excitement?

This was a real fight.

He swung back, sword cutting through the thick air, flames trailing like a comet's tail. Chione didn't block—she flowed, moving like a goddamn glacier in fast-forward, untouchable, unfazed.

She came in low—spear striking for his ribs.

Clang! Parker deflected—hand arching back from the force—then wham! She slammed a frost-covered boot into his side, sending him skidding across the frozen floor.

Pain flared up his ribs. Shit— she hit like a damn semi-truck.

Chione barely spared him a glance, her presence looming, suffocating. "You have no respect for the gods."

Parker groaned, pushing himself up, the flames in his eyes burning hotter. He cracked his neck, rolling out the ache, then grinned—cocky as ever, despite the odds. "Yeah, well…" He flipped his sword, flames spiraling up the blade, hotter, wilder. "You're gonna have to work harder if you wanna teach me a lesson, sweetheart."

Her expression didn't change.

But the way the air dropped?

Yeah. She was pissed.

And when she came at him again—faster, colder, deadlier—Parker knew one thing for damn sure.

This was just getting started!