Evelina and others tried so hard to fight them but their dragons and they are unstoppable. After defeat from kingdoms, everyone gathers on hallowdale, around dragon castle.

The skies over Eldoria darkened as Helena hovered above the battlefield, her massive black feathered wings casting an ominous shadow over the circular wall. Her voice echoed like a thunderclap, shaking the hearts of those below.

"Give me the throne and the crown, or suffer the consequences!" she demanded, her voice laced with venom and authority.

On the ground, Isabella stood at the front lines, her silver hair gleaming like molten metal, her dragon tattoo glowing faintly as if it were alive. Her eyes burned with fury and sorrow as she surveyed the carnage around her. Hundreds of humans and supernaturals lay lifeless, their blood staining the ground as the titanic dragons of the seven ancient titans roared in unison, their massive claws tearing into the circular wall of Eldoria.

"You will never have the crown, Helena!" Isabella’s voice trembled with a mix of rage and despair. "This world has suffered enough because of your greed."

Helena smirked, unfazed by Isabella’s defiance. She raised her hand, summoning Arathor to her side. The leader of the Ancient Coven of Masters stepped forward, his amethyst eyes glowing with power.

“Shall I silence her for you, my queen?” Arathor asked, his tone polite yet dripping with malice.

“No,” Helena replied coldly. “Let her live long enough to watch her precious Mecatopia crumble.”

Behind Isabella, the students and professors of Mecatopia Academy gathered, their faces a mix of fear and determination. Professors Felix and Evelina led the charge, rallying the students to defend their home.

"Stay focused!" Felix growled, his alpha werewolf aura radiating strength. "The wall won’t hold forever. If it falls, we fight to the last breath!"

Evelina, her fire powers blazing, looked to Isabella. “We need you, Isabella. If we’re going to win this, you need to be at your strongest.”

Isabella nodded, clutching the pendant around her neck. She knew what was at stake. This wasn’t just about a crown—it was about the future of their world.

The wall of Eldoria trembled as Valtor, the Shadowborn, unleashed a torrent of darkness. The living shadows tore at the stone like ravenous beasts, creating fissures that spread rapidly. Seraphina, the Alchemist Witch, followed close behind, hurling vials of toxic green liquid at the defenders. Wherever the potions landed, they erupted into plagues of writhing, corrosive mist.

“Fall back! Regroup!” Felix roared as the mist crept closer.

But Isabella held her ground, summoning the power of the eight dragon souls within her. Her tattoo burned brightly, and with a guttural roar, she unleashed a torrent of dragon fire that swept across the battlefield, consuming Seraphina’s mist and forcing the titans’ armies to retreat momentarily.

Helena laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. “Is that all you’ve got, Isabella? You can’t protect them forever.”

From the sky, Circea, the Mistress of Frost, descended, her icy aura chilling the air. She extended her hands, summoning a massive storm of ice and hail that rained down on the defenders. Evelina countered with a wall of fire, the clash of elements creating a steamy haze that obscured the battlefield.

Arathor, sensing the chaos, raised his hands and cast his most potent spell. The minds of the weaker students faltered, their wills bending to his command.

“Join us,” he whispered, his voice echoing in their minds. “Fight for the true queen.”

Several students turned against their peers, their eyes glazed over as they attacked without mercy. Evelina screamed in frustration, her flames faltering as she defended herself against former allies.

“Enough!” Isabella roared. Her dragon tattoo pulsed, and the ground beneath her feet cracked as she summoned the full might of her dragon heritage. With a wave of her hand, a barrier of golden light enveloped the defenders, shielding them from Arathor’s influence.

Helena’s face twisted in rage. “You think you can stop me, child? I am inevitable!”

“You’re nothing but a tyrant, Helena!” Isabella shot back. “And I will never let you take what doesn’t belong to you!”

The titans and their dragons advanced, their massive forms dwarfing everything in their path. The defenders, though outnumbered, fought valiantly. Felix transformed into his alpha wolf form, tearing through the shadow creatures with feral precision. Evelina unleashed waves of fire, pushing back Circea’s ice constructs.

Phillip appeared at Isabella’s side, his vampire eyes veiny and glowing red. “We stand together,” he said simply, his voice steady despite the chaos.

Isabella gave him a brief nod before turning her attention back to Helena. “This ends today.”

Helena sneered, her wings spreading wide as she summoned a massive surge of dark magic. “Oh, it will end, Isabella. Just not the way you hope.”

Chapter: The Dragon's Fury

The battlefield was chaos. The once serene skies above Mecatopia had turned into a swirling storm of fire, shadows, and despair. Isabella hovered high in the air, her body enveloped in an unearthly glow. Her dragon form was unlike anything anyone had ever seen—her scales burned orange like molten lava, streaked with veins of black. Her wings stretched wide, casting a shadow over the battlefield, and her eyes glowed with pure, raw power.

Helena’s army charged forward, their battle cries filling the air, but they faltered at the sight of Isabella’s transformation. Professors and students from Mechatopia stood frozen, watching in awe and fear. “Isabella!” someone cried out from below, their voice barely audible over the roar of the winds.

“She’s lost control!” another shouted, their voice shaking.

But Isabella was far from lost. She was fury incarnate. She opened her massive maw, and from her throat erupted a roar that shook the earth itself. Fire, wind, water, ice, darkness, death, light, and spirit surged from her, spiraling together into a massive, unstoppable force. The elements collided and exploded outward, obliterating rows of Helena’s soldiers in an instant. The ground cracked beneath the intensity, and the very air vibrated with power.

Helena, standing atop her dark throne at the far end of the battlefield, narrowed her eyes. She clenched her fists, her own aura of dark magic swirling around her like a storm. “Impossible,” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. “No one can wield all eight elements at once.”

But Isabella wasn’t done. She dove down from the sky with terrifying speed, her claws tearing through the ranks of soldiers like paper. Flames erupted in her wake, and ice encased entire battalions, freezing them in place before shattering them into shards. Shadows slithered through the battlefield, consuming any who dared to fight back. Spirits of the fallen rose from the ground, turning on their former allies with ghostly vengeance.

“Isabella!” Professor Eldryn shouted, his voice amplified by magic. “You must stop! You’ll destroy everything!”

Isabella turned her blazing eyes toward him, and for a moment, it seemed she didn’t recognize him. Then her gaze shifted to the ruins of the wall behind him—the ancient barrier that had protected Eldoria for centuries. It was crumbling, the immense power of her roar having weakened it beyond repair.

With a deafening crash, the wall fell. The ground trembled as seven colossal figures stepped into Eldoria. The Titans. Their forms were massive, their presence suffocating. The air grew colder, heavier, as if the world itself recognized the arrival of its doom.

Helena smiled, her dark lips curling upward. “It seems the mighty Isabella has only hastened her own demise,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. She raised her hands, and time itself seemed to warp around her. The battlefield blurred, and suddenly, everyone was trapped in a vision—a twisted reality where Helena’s victory was absolute.

In the vision, Mecatopia lay in ruins. Humans and supernaturals alike were broken, scattered. The professors and students of Mechatopia Academy knelt before Helena, their spirits crushed. The Titans roamed freely, destroying everything in their path.

“Do you see?” Helena’s voice echoed through the vision. “This is your future. No matter how strong you think you are, Isabella, you cannot win.”

But Isabella was not fooled. She shook off the illusion with a furious roar, her dragon form burning brighter than ever. “You will not win, Helena!” she bellowed, her voice a mix of human and dragon tones. She flapped her massive wings, dispelling the vision and breaking Helena’s grip on the battlefield.

The two women locked eyes—one the embodiment of destruction, the other a beacon of unrelenting hope. With a roar that shook the heavens, Isabella unleashed another torrent of elemental fury. Helena raised her hands, summoning all her dark magic to counter the attack.

The battlefield was consumed in a storm of light and shadow, fire and ice, life and death. Students and professors screamed Isabella’s name, their voices carrying across the chaos. “Isabella! Isabella!”

And for a moment, it seemed she could do the impossible. But the Titans were still advancing, their steps shaking the ground. The war was far from over.

Chapter 37: The Fury of Oceans and Earth

The battlefield was chaos—screams, roars, and the crackling of destructive magic filled the air. Evelina stood at the center, her chest heaving with raw emotion. The air around her buzzed with energy, her hair whipping violently in the storm she was summoning. Her blue-green eyes shimmered with streaks of electricity, her tears mingling with the rain now pouring from the heavens.

She clenched her fists. “You think you can destroy everything we’ve fought for?” Her voice was steady but laced with fury. "I won't let you!"

Suddenly, her body jerked as her powers surged uncontrollably. Sparks of electricity leaped from her eyes, lighting up the dark sky. She raised her arms high above her head, her voice echoing. “Heavens, hear me!”

A deafening crack answered her plea. Lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a clap of thunder that shook the ground beneath their feet. The clouds roared, and sheets of rain poured down as if the heavens were crying alongside her. The battlefield froze for a moment, all eyes on Evelina.

From the storm above, a massive bolt of electricity struck her outstretched hands, coursing through her veins like molten fire. With a guttural scream, she unleashed it all at once.

“Vorthak!” Evelina’s voice was deafening as she hurled the raw energy at the dragon.

The great beast roared in agony as the lightning tore through its massive wings. Vorthak plummeted from the sky, its screeches echoing as it crashed into the earth below. The ground quaked with the impact, but Evelina wasn’t done.

Her body began to change. Her shimmering oceanic form emerged, her arms elongating into powerful fins and her back sprouting magnificent feathered wings that shimmered like liquid moonlight. Her tail, crystalline and immense, glistened with hues of blue and silver. Her voice rang out, layered with echoes.

“Enough of this madness!” Evelina’s voice carried across the field like a tidal wave.

Lysandra, drenched from the rain, stood frozen, watching her best friend with wide eyes. “She’s... magnificent,” she whispered, awestruck.

Felix, in his massive werewolf form, howled into the storm, his voice deep and primal. His howl summoned his pack—massive lunar wolves emerged from the shadows, their glowing eyes locked on the battlefield. They charged forward, ripping through Helena’s demon soldiers with ferocity.

Helena staggered back, her confidence wavering as she watched her forces crumble. “What... is she?” she hissed.

Evelina’s anger only grew. She slammed her hands into the ground, and the earth responded to her rage. Massive roots erupted from the soil, twisting and writhing like serpents. “Gaiara!” she screamed, her voice cracking the air.

The roots surged forward, wrapping tightly around Gaiara, Helena’s monstrous dragon. The beast roared, struggling against the unyielding force of the earth itself. Evelina raised her hand, and the roots dragged the dragon into the depths of the ground.

“Evelina!” Helena’s voice was desperate now, her composure gone. “You don’t know what you’re doing!”

Evelina’s piercing gaze locked onto her. “You’ve taken enough. This ends now.”

With a sweeping motion of her tail, she opened a portal in the depths of the ocean. The waters surged upward, forming a massive vortex. From the vortex emerged a colossal watery beast, its translucent form towering over the battlefield. The creature roared, crashing into the remaining demons, drowning them in its wrath.

Helena’s face twisted with disbelief. “This... this isn’t possible.”

The beast turned its glowing eyes to Helena, and Evelina pointed a commanding finger. “You will fall today, Helena. Mecatopia will never belong to you.”

Felix joined Evelina’s side, his pack standing at his back. “You’ve inspired us all, Evelina,” he growled, his voice filled with admiration.

Lysandra stepped forward, clutching her weapons tightly. “Let’s finish this,” she said, determination in her eyes.

Evelina, still glowing with an otherworldly light, nodded. Her voice was calm, almost serene. “Together, we will.”

The storm raged on, the battlefield awash with rain, blood, and fire. But amidst the chaos, Evelina stood as a beacon of hope, her powers unleashed and her spirit unbroken. This was her moment, and she would see it through to the end.