Dragon Realm
Episode 14

CONTACT BROKEN.

He's back in the manor. The bird flew from him, screaming in anger. Although it was dark, a strange light illuminated the area nearby.

"Wake up! Seeker will try again!”

Cabe blinked. What the hell happened to him? Why did all the details of his life become so realistic yet so vague?

There was another scream. He looked up and immediately regretted the action. On top of it, almost hovering, was a huge bird creature. It had arms and legs similar to that of a man, except that its knees were upside down, like a real bird, and its four limbs ended up with huge claws. It was musty gray, and its eagle-like facial features gave every indication of a predator. And it started attacking him again.

A huge ball of light exploded in front of him. The bird stopped in midair, blinking rapidly and flying slightly unsteadily. When another flash exploded, the creature flew into the night cover.

Now that the threat was gone, Cabe turned to look at his savior. Madam confronts. Even though he had saved her from Seeker, he did not seem to believe her. Cabe couldn't blame him. It would be hard to trust anyone after being stuck for such a long time. He decided that the safest thing to do was to let him make the first move, provided that he did not directly destroy it.

"Who are you?"

The sound had musical quality, and Cabe would find it very beautiful at other times. Now, however, he could hear the threat within.

“My name is Cabe. I—aku set you free.”

His facial expression showed that he found his story more than a little hard to believe. “How can you free me? The spell that formed the prison was one of the most powerful ever used. No ordinary person could destroy it!” He glanced at her hair and looked at the silver. "Magic expert! I'm right! No ordinary person could break Azran's spell!”

Something fluttered in the shadows behind Lady. Cabe squinted. With a shocking speed, the bird attacked.

"Search!"

The witch turned around, but had no time to defend herself. One of the legs of Claw Seeker hit him, and he fell to the ground. Cabe's frustration grew; he longed for the strength to attack. The birds screamed and came for him. Unknowingly, he thrust both of his hands straight, his fingertips pointing towards the Seeker.

A line of strength exploded from his hand. The bird, unsuspecting, felt the heaviest burden of attack, and was thrown backwards with a power far stronger than that used by the Madam. It fell onto the nearby trees, attacking one awkwardly with an arm. There was a crack, and the Seeker screamed, this time in pain.

Flapping so unceremoniously, the bird flew away. But this time, it was clear that the creature had no intention of returning. Cabe watched her disappear into the darkness and then sat on the ground in relief. It took a while for him to remember his friend. When he turned to check on her condition, he saw that she was looking at him closely.

"Your actions are unskilled, but your strength is strong." His hands were once again preparing to attack. "Who are you?"

Cabe groaned in his heart. "Cabe—Cabe Bedlam, if I believe what is said."

The Madam's eyes widened. There was shock and .. some emotions that could not be labeled. He observed his face for a while and then, much to Cabe's relief, relaxed.

“I should have seen it on your face. Great power comes only occasionally. Coincidence is too much. What”—dia paused for a moment to remove tears—”what is your relationship with Nathan?”

“I have been told that I am his grandson. I just found out recently. One of the King of Naga—”

"Dragon King!" The hatred in Lady's voice was so fierce that Cabe retreated. “I've forgotten that damned lizard! They still rule!”

He degenerated. For a moment, Cabe thought he had fainted, but slowly he looked up again. "Nathan—is he alive?"

He couldn't force himself to say it. He shook his head.

"Nathan!" He looked up at the sky. Suddenly, she was not a Madam, but just a woman named Gwen. Cabe forgot his name, so he was fascinated by it before.

“Azran!” This time, the Lady spoke. That hatred was as strong as the Dragon Kings. "With his son betrayed!"

Cabe lost track of what he said, but did not dare to interrupt. Lady Gwen finally looked at him again.

“He brought the Purple Dragon with him. Everybody knows that."

That made him smile. “Nathan! In the end, he did his part! Who now rules in Penacles?”

"Gryphons."

“We have to go to him. I had to learn everything I could before I faced the reptile again. And Azran.” The smile turned grim. “You better come with me.”

"I'll go there anyway." The last few days began to spill. "If the body of the Dragon King is found, they will definitely—"

"Dead? Which one?"

“I think it's a Brown Dragon. We are in the Barren Land.”

He's nodding. “It would be Brown. So ... they know about you too. You are in great danger. Every firedrake will hunt you down in hopes of getting glory from its master.”

“I have a sword that scares them. I use it on basilisk and fire drake. I think it's called the Horned Sword.”

Mistress shivering. “Bad sword. It will save you from one enemy, but attract another to you. Azran asked him—when he was sure he could conquer the King and Tuan—but lose it. Losing him only after he killed a few times! He'll want it, and you. I don't know which one he wants more.”

“Who is Azran?”

He pursed his lips. “Azran is one of the most powerful witches alive. His strength is against Nathan's. Not surprising, really.” Gween stop. “Azran is his son.” He saw Cabe's expression turn into shock.

"Your father, Cabe Bedlam."

AZRAN ANGRY.

The ancient seer was pacing along his dim dwelling. Dark things chattered around him, waiting for orders but only receiving silence. No one has the power to recreate Yalak's skull, the foresight expert. That's what Azran wanted.

He grunts. A look into the future. It did not save Yalak from death nor did it prevent his skull from Azran magic. The witch has used the skull many times since. Never did it speak of its own will. Something is wrong.

A dark shadow fluttered outside. Azran stopped his steps and moved with great determination to his balcony. His tired legs shouted his frustration over such abuse.

It's waiting for him. Although the Seeker would easily tear him apart, it could not. It's hers. They're all. More ancient than the Dragon Monarch himself, the avians were still not comparable in strength to witches. His slaves, they were his eyes and ears in the outside world.

The Seeker kneels. Azran placed one hand gently on top of his head. This is not a sign of affection. The old necromancer didn't care about anyone. Not his late wife, his dead brother, his son, or—most importantlyHis father. No, there's no affection in his touch. Contact only serves to convey information from the mind of the bird creature to itself.

An image was formed, that of the Tyber Mountains. This, Azran realized, was a spy he had sent to watch over the Dragon Monarch. For a moment, he wondered what happened to the others. He shook his head. His mind must be clear for contact. He forgot everything and concentrated on the picture.

The words reptile sound like those heard by Seeker. The witch nodded. As he had expected, the Kings were moving.

Azran recalled briefly kicking the pieces of the shattered skull as they lay scattered on the floor. Everything in this business must be very confusing. Why can't someone come out and say what they mean? Where does it say that black magic should be confusing? Complex, yes. Otherwise, any fool could waste Dragonrealm. Mystery, however, tends to just upset him.

He realizes that he has severed contact, but Seeker seems to have told him everything he needs to know. Now the bird is waiting for the next command. Azran contemplated his next move. It would be easier if the others returned, but he knew that the creature would not fly back until he had completed his mission. Therefore, he had to plan without the knowledge he might carry.

Penacles seem to be an important factor in the coming crisis. Azran had always intended to seize the city from the Gryphon, but the thought that the lionbird might have the knowledge to destroy it always prevented such an action. It was already known that the Purple Dragon was the true power of the Dragon Monarch. Gold was strong, but he ruled only because his brother had no desire.

However, his father had destroyed the reptile. Azran had to admit that fact. Without weapons like the Horned Blade as well. The old witch was not stupid; in her youth, she would never fight the Dragon King without a weapon. Cursing, he remembered losing his sword. Who would have guessed that one of the Kings would be nearby when Azran killed Yalak? Brown, his land is dying rapidly due to Master's spell, requiring a weapon. To him, the young witch was just a nuisance. Azran had just finished his spell to control Yalak's skull when the Dragon Monarch passed by and grabbed the dark sword.