Chapter 20: The Turmoil of a Mere Averchinari "Igashu Cassius son of Maya, who crucially forged a forbidden trance. Igashu was mainly under the protection of a weakling Averchinari, Yvette whose mana will promptly terminate in no time and perish into a whiff breeze shade of silhouette grey." *mumbles and chatters from the clan*"I essentially abide to condone of such trance and generally hurl him into the dungeon of the Ruins (A room where they sentence a certain Averchinari by manipulating a decisive possession to withstand until their casualty) where no one can mostly withstand such suffering possession to enact. I truly fancy seeing his demise and residing to dwell with his precisely deceased mother." *Hunt murmured*"Otherwise Igashu will dominate our race and will truly devour all our mana by just flickering an eye. Thus, he must perish before he truly pleases himself to be leveraged and consumes all our power." *Dermal added.*"How ornate of it, for the most part, to be cert
Chapter 21 The Second Host "I have the king's order and so do the Averchinari's commission. One phrase and she'll flutter herself to her demise. Forthwith decide" he chuckled oddly, beseeching my anger to grow. I scrunch my nose in furious and rest my limbs on his chest and shoved him hostilely, ambling my tracks with a thud while crushing the leaves to mourn in my trails. Expressing my outrage with a straight completion and cold shoulder composure until I ceased myself from ambling my tracks further when I heeded he chuckled. "Did you just laugh at me?!" I uttered, raising my brows. "Was it " keenoriom demise" when an Averchinari had fancy glimpses of your death? Should I use it in Epala and see how you react?" He uttered, leading me to react to a deadpan complexation. I was about to whack him out to his casualty when I was grasped by a certain tone. "It's been a while, Igashu" mumbled in a familiar tone. With those olive green eyes as I discern her ambiance, smirking as if she'
Prologue It was late at night, I was ambling my steps rapidly in a massive way. Gleaming on my ears, where I knew for sure that my little princess awaits my presence. I saw no one as I sauntered beyond the village, hauling the present that I made for my little princess. When I suddenly heard a limping sound like an old man, lurking near the white bridge village, where I knew for sure where my little princess used to wait for me. I gently peek when I saw Esme turned into a melted acid, I was in terror from the glimpse I saw. I was paralyzed to move, still not getting the whole scenario. I turned my head to the creature who was oddly tilting its head, I scanned and noticed a scale on its skin, nails as sharp as a knife, and ears that were lanky like a grotesque one. I howl in agony after I manage to realize her death right in front of my eyes. I shriek out loud, making the grizzly creature surge in my direction. Turning the whole scenario into a commotion. It was late when I noticed the
Chapter II. THEIR MOTIVE Moirai's P.O.V In our preceding lives, we mourn for agony and sentimental trauma after we lost a thunder or a group of dragons. Doubtlessly, we were in a position to outlive the dingy chronicle and the bloodlust shed by way of the fourth emperor of the Akkad Empire rulings, King Ortheo Hayes. Twenty-five years ago, when the prince of the Akkad empire was once said to be assassinated with the aid of one of our kind and without having solid evidence, they initiated the slaughtering of the serpents. The said physician with magical powers relinquished and forsaken us after forging us to be their biggest weapons, and after the incident, lightheartedness comes to their mind. At that time, I warned myself no longer to meddle with my life related to any health practitioner in the whole village. I started to distance myself away from the said Averchinari to forestall having any sentimental reason, since, from the start, I knew the viable conclusion of the dragons. Aft
Chapter III. The Reason Why We LiveThe next day at dawn, Igashu hard-headedly sneaks out away from their domicile to spy on the dragon's occurrence. Without the notion of Moirai and her other companion inside their prospective quarters. Igashu started digging for information from the Virgin Aisle village to the other empire. Unsafely putting his life in a difficult situation. Igashu's P.O.V As I was ambling my steps, l reached the village of the dead, where rumors of the deadly creatures were said to be lurking inside this town. Massive trees were seen as I entered the village. As I shove myself deeper, the shallow it gets, the path begins to narrow, and the more I feel suffocated. After a minute of struggle, I manage to reach the bottom of the forest. It was said to be a village but I think it was just a myth. The place was quiet, logs were creeping into the ground, and smoke was seen surging from the surface. As I took a step forward, I felt moist from the land where I was standin
Chapter 4 Impatient of a girl who was fed up with eagerness. Morning comes, and the sound of the bird chirping next to the Lockwood village. Igashu can be seen strolling across the Chanty village, whistling when he notices a heavy panting sound inside the emptied Townley, he was impatient over his curiosity and decided to raid inward. He gently took a slight step forward as he overstepped inside the door, rooming each quarter. When he reached the bottom of the room, he opened the door and saw a glimpse of a weakling dragon, wounded from the attack, and crunching on its back. Her head was unable to turn after being tangled into a giant rope around her neck, bruises can be caught a glimpse of all over her scale, and her tail was wagging, a warning for Igashu who was interfering with her hideaway. Igashu's P.O.V The line that comes out of my head. "She's very fascinating, I can't resist myself but fell in love with this stunning creature." Behind those bruises she gained, her aura out
Chapter 5 Preparation for the prince's birthday celebration. Her praiseworthy eyes were full of bitterness and ambition, her mouth making an effort to show a grin as she slowly confronted a woman who was crouching in front of her while she uttered a phrase. "What made you come and visit this island, Naomi? Perhaps you have already fulfilled what I have requested from you before?" a lovely maiden has uttered with a confusing expression, her eyes used to glare as she mumbled with her brim showing a pouty lip one, making her attractive at the same time. Playfully picking her nails with her devilish smile. "I apologize for coming back to this island, but I do have some news to announce especially to you, dear Winona Graves. A Critic clan from Averchinariams." Naomi mumbles. "How dare you say my name out loud and clear?!" She said, raising her eyebrows. "I apologize, but I do have some news for you, dear critic" she added, bending her knees in front of a critic. "Speak," she replied. "It
Chapter 6 The ability of a Black Ulysses On the island of these three nations, Subartu, Elba, and the Akkad empire. In the legend, a serpent was hidden across the village that was constructed by the said Averchinari. A healer who can forge healing bases such as body, soul, mind, and spirit. They are supposed to be a guide spirits without a soul, once dead will perish in the entire universe. Epala, also known for her dragon figure, is titled by Igashu from her dragon form. Her scales were dark as her shadow, and her eyes gleamed like ice in blue, with her huge size over 26 feet long. Her wings and tails were rendered as an average size of a tree. Moirai is Epala's human figure. Her hair was long enough to reach her tail and her clothes looked like a rug, a fold-over bodice with straps and laces around her neck, tied. A rents sleeves with wooden jewelry on her wrist. Thick belts around her waist, fitted pants with straps, and laced knee boots on top of her draped fabric wardrobe. And h