The Heroine is My Stepsister, and I'm her Final Boss-Chapter 98: Bind

The wind screamed like a dying beast.

Atlas barely had time to process the scale of the attack—hundreds of fire dragons descending upon Berkimhum’s capital like a storm forged in hellfire. Their wings churned the air into chaos, and their roars shook the city to its bones.

He rode atop one of them now—a massive crimson beast with obsidian talons and molten veins pulsing beneath translucent scales. Its breath was hot enough to melt steel. Its muscles coiled like living thunder.

But no matter how many he killed, their attention was still fixed on the city—and they were getting closer

The song ended.

And then, as if by some divine cue, the dragons moved.

Not with grace.

Not with war cries.

With surrender.

They tilted forward midair—hundreds of them—and let gravity carry them like falling stars toward the fractured dome below.

Atlas lurched forward, voice torn from his throat: "NO!"

But it was already happening.

One dragon. Then five. Then fifty.

’Impact.’

The barrier exploded outward in shards of gold and ghostlight. Towers cracked. Air turned molten. A shockwave tore through Berkimhum, toppling market stalls, shattering windows, and blowing fire-lit banners from their poles.

And from within the smoke—amid the roars, screams, and crumbling masonry—her voice returned.

Clearer.

Closer.

{{{ it is you. }}}

Atlas stiffened.

Veil’s form vibrated in his grip like a struck tuning fork.

Lara’s eyes narrowed. "Who is THIS?" she whispered, voice barely audible.

{{{You... are the one who holds the fracture inside him. The one who carries the Book’s echo, even as it poisons him. The one... the AVATAR.}}}

The air thickened.

The remaining dragons did not dive.

They hovered—watching Atlas.

No longer soldiers.

Witnesses.

{{{$@%@& Avatar of the Guide. Breaker of Dracula. Slayer of the Dreaming King. Herald to the Leviathan’s waking.}}}

Each word carried weight, not just in sound, but in truth. The kind that made the world around them bend, as if creation itself acknowledged her claims.

Atlas swallowed, pulse a war drum in his skull.

"She knows..." he breathed. "She knows everything."

{{{You ended the blood dream. You cracked the veil. You tore down sleep eternal... and for that—}}}

The clouds churned. A ray of void-colored light split the sky.

{{{—you have earned my misfortune.}}}

Then, the wind itself reversed.

Flames turned inward.

Time slowed.

Lara blinked, her limbs suddenly heavy, as if drenched in the weight of centuries. Runes on her sword sputtered.

Atlas staggered backward. His knees hit the pole of the tower. His breath caught.

Because he felt it.

Not death.

Not doom.

Recognition.

The kind that only came when something ’bigger than gods’ saw you.

{{{"You are no king, no prince. You are a pivot. A flaw in destiny. A mirror without reflection. The Avatar of the one who should not return."}}}

And then, almost gently—

{{{Tell me, little Beholder... do you know what you’ve woken?}}}

With those words. The barrier cracked and cracked. Dragons landing and exploding on them like meteors.

"...Fuck!" Atlas growled, slicing through another dragon’s throat with his blood-soaked blade.

"Yeah... what the fuck?!" came a voice from behind him.

Atlas turned sharply, heart hammering.

Standing behind him, perched effortlessly on the back of the same dragon, was a woman he hadn’t expected to see—not yet, not here.

Aurora.

Her golden hair flowed like liquid sunlight, defying gravity and wind alike. Her eyes gleamed with power restrained only by will. She wore her battle robes like a queen stepping onto the battlefield—calm, composed, and utterly terrifying.

She smirked at him.

"You’ve grown, Atlas..." she said, her gaze flicking down briefly. "Hmmm...especially there."

Atlas blinked, then grimaced. His clothes mosyly burned from the fire. And explosion he was getting hit by. "Aunt Aurora... when did you...no, can you stop looking at my junk? It’s... not comforting. And we are in the middle of a freaking crisis..."

Aurora chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You underestimate me... just like your father. "

She stepped forward, lifting her hands.

"But I won’t. I won’t take this opportunity from your hands, Atlas. Shine bright."

The air around her exploded with light.

Golden runes flared into existence, swirling like galaxies caught in orbit. Magic pulsed outward in waves, distorting space itself.

[Notification Detected!]

[LAW CONSTRUCT DETECTED!]

Atlas’s eyes widened.

’No fucking way...’ he thought. ’She already gained a Law?’

His mind reeled. A Law Construct wasn’t just power—it was authority. A fundamental rewrite of reality under one’s control. To bind the world to your will. To become something more than human.

And now, Aurora wielded it.

"Let the sky be true to my law..." she whispered, voice carrying across the battlefield like a hymn written in thunder.

Then, louder—

{{BIND!}}

The effect was instantaneous.

Every dragon froze mid-flight.

Their wings locked in place as if gripped by invisible chains of divine decree. Gravity refused to pull them down. The air itself seemed to hold them aloft, paralyzed in defiance of nature.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Even the roaring winds hesitated.

Atlas stared at the sight, stunned beyond words.

"What the fuck!"

’This is impossible. Laws don’t come this fast. Not even for her.’

He remembered the last time he saw Aurora—back when she was still teaching him magic, still treating him like a student rather than a warlord in his memories of Atlas. He had always known she was powerful, but this?

This was something else.

Something godlike. Something that reached the levels of the memories he had to inherent from the Guide.

Had she been holding back all this time?

Or had the war forced her to evolve faster than anyone expected?

Either way, she had just rewritten the rules of the battlefield.

And she handed that victory to him.

Not out of weakness.

Out of faith.

The scent of sulfur and ozone filled the air, thick and electric. The temperature dropped suddenly as Aurora unleashed her Law, frost creeping along the dragon’s scales. Every heartbeat of Atlas’s felt like a drumbeat of impending doom. The silence after the command was deafening—no wind, no roar, no sound. Just the weight of a new reality pressing down.

Aurora took a single step forward, her boots clicking against the dragon’s spine like gunshots.

When she spoke the word "Bind," she held the final syllable for a beat longer than necessary, letting the command settle into the fabric of reality.

Atlas didn’t move for several seconds after seeing the dragons freeze—he simply stared, processing the impossible.

The frozen dragons represented the Empire’s arrogance—flying high, confident in their strength, only to be stopped cold by an unexpected force.

Aurora’s golden hair, rising against gravity, symbolized her ascension—not just in power, but in destiny.

The sudden silence mirrored the emotional void between Atlas and the world he once knew—his old life was gone, replaced by something unrecognizable.

"You’re not the same boy who used to hide behind books and theories," Aurora said gently. "You’ve bled. You’ve burned. Now, it’s time to shine."

He clenched his fists, knuckles whitening. Then, without a word, he turned toward the city and raised his sword.

Everything would change now as finally in a long long time. Something was ticking on his favor.

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