I Only Tame Dragons

Frigid surged forward, slamming his shoulder into one of the stone pillars, shattering it to clear his path.

Gorak narrowed his eyes. "Not bad."

But he was already moving again, his massive hammer swinging in a wide arc.

Frigid braced, raising his shield just as the weapon crashed against him.

The impact sent a shockwave through his arms, the sheer strength behind the blow forcing him back several feet. His boots skidded against the searing-hot rock, the heat biting into him.

He gritted his teeth.

Gorak was strong.

Stronger than he expected.

"What's wrong?" Gorak smirked, his stone armor shifting like living rock. "Your ice isn't working here?"

Frigid exhaled, frost escaping from his lips.

Then, he lifted his blade.

"Then I'll just use something else."

Frigid's eyes flashed, his frost magic reacting differently now.

Instead of trying to freeze the lava, he focused on something else—

His armor.
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A thin layer of compressed frost formed over his entire body, shielding him from the heat like a second skin.

He charged forward, faster this time.

Gorak swung again, but Frigid sidestepped at the last second, bringing his hands down in a brutal counter.

His ice claws carved into Gorak's armor, frost spreading across the stone like creeping vines.

Gorak grunted, stepping back.

The frost was weak in this environment, but it was still slowing him down.

Frigid didn't let up.

He pressed forward, clawing with precise, calculated strikes, chipping away at Gorak's impenetrable defense.

For the first time—Gorak was struggling.

But he wasn't finished yet.

With a snarl, he raised his warhammer high.

"Enough!"

A surge of earth magic exploded beneath him, and suddenly—the entire battlefield shifted.

The lava field cracked open, and massive chunks of stone began to rise from the molten depths, forming a battlefield in midair.

Gorak leaped onto one of the platforms, raising his hammer toward the sky.

The floating battlefield rumbled as he summoned massive stone fists from the surrounding rock, hurling them toward Frigid.

Frigid jumped onto another platform, barely dodging as one of the stone fists obliterated the ground where he had stood seconds before.

Gorak grinned.

"Let's see how long you last now."

Frigid narrowed his eyes.

The battle had just escalated.

Frigid steadied himself on the unstable rock platform, the molten abyss swirling beneath him.

The once-solid battlefield had been transformed into a floating terrain of jagged stone, held up by Gorak's earth magic.

The heat was unbearable, and every second Frigid stayed here, his ice armor weakened, melting bit by bit.

This was Gorak's domain now.

A place where Frigid's cold had no power.

But that didn't mean he was giving up.

He clenched his hands, eyes locked on his opponent.

Gorak grinned, slamming his warhammer against his stone chestplate.

"What's wrong, Ice Giant? You seem slow."

Frigid ignored the taunt.

Instead, he focused.

Every fight had an opening.

Even against an opponent like this. He would not be a dead weight in this fight.

Despite his weak stats, Horizon and the others had accepted him into their ranks without hesitation.

When others had ridiculed and shunned him for his extreme imbalance in stats and lack of offensive abilities, Horizon saw something different.

Not only did they believe in him, but Horizon had even forged armor specifically for him, ensuring he could stand alongside them in battle.

They were the only ones who had ever placed their trust in him. He couldn't disappoint them now.

With a roar, Gorak stomped onto the platform, sending a shockwave through the floating battlefield.

The stones trembled, shifting unpredictably beneath Frigid's feet.

And then—they collapsed.

One by one, the floating platforms cracked and fell, forcing Frigid to jump onto the next unstable ground.

Gorak was controlling the battlefield, removing safe zones one by one.

He was herding Frigid. Trying to push him into a dead end.

And then—Gorak moved.

The massive stone warrior leaped from platform to platform, closing the distance with surprising speed. His warhammer swung down, aiming to crush Frigid completely.

The air howled as the weapon came down—

Frigid twisted at the last second, the hammer missing him by inches.

But the impact shattered the entire platform.

Frigid's footing gave way—he was falling.

Heat rushed up to meet him, the molten pit below raging like a hungry beast.

Frigid knew if he fell—it was over.

Gorak stood on the last stable platform, watching him plummet. A grin stretched across the stone warrior's face.

"Burn."

Frigid ignored him.

He had one chance.

One insane, reckless chance.

His eyes snapped to the crumbling battlefield above.

Then—he exhaled.

Frost exploded from his hands, forming a bridge of ice midair.

The moment his boots touched the frozen surface, he pushed off with all his strength—

And launched himself back into the fight.

Gorak's grin vanished.

Frigid wasn't done.

He landed onto the last platform, his entire body coated in frost again. But this time—it was different. His armor didn't melt immediately. Because now, instead of fighting the heat—he was absorbing it.

The air around him froze solid, steam rising from the battlefield.

His hands glowed with an unnatural chill, and for the first time since the battle began—

Gorak looked uneasy.

"What—?"

Frigid's cold voice cut through the air. "You thought I couldn't fight in this heat?" He lifted his hands, the frost crackling like shattering glass.

"Then let's see what happens when I turn you into ice."

Gorak charged.

Frigid didn't move.

The warhammer swung down, a blow powerful enough to level a fortress—

But this time, Frigid caught it.

Frost erupted from his gauntlet, spreading across the weapon, locking it in place.

Gorak yanked the hammer, trying to pull it free—but his arms were already freezing.

"What the—?!"

His stone armor cracked, ice seeping into the crevices.

Frigid tightened his grip on his sword.

Then, with a single, decisive motion—

He struck.

His Ice claws tore through Gorak's chestplate, piercing the enchanted stone, and for the first time—Gorak roared in agony.

Frigid pulled his hands free, stepping back as the massive warrior stumbled.

The once-impenetrable armor was now fragile, covered in spreading ice.

Frigid watched, his breathing steady. "You shouldn't have let your guard down just because I'm at a disadvantage here."

Gorak's form wavered, his defense failing.

Then—he collapsed.

The fight was over.