Dragon Realm
Episode 15's

A sword meant to kill a dragon in the hand of one of them. That's almost funny. Almost.

However, recently Azran felt something. The Horned Blade is heading to the Penacles. It also felt the blood of the Dragon King. Only such a thing could revive the life force that was on the sword. Someone else had the sword, and that someone had great power. That's too coincidental. Azran must send a spy to the City of Knowledge.

He gestured for Seeker to stand up. He did, never taking his eyes off her. He wondered what he would do if he released him from his powers. Maybe it'll make it into a ribbon. It's no secret that the avians hate him. It didn't matter; they were also too afraid of him.

His command to the creature was short and simple. It was to watch over a traveler carrying a black sword. Whether the sword is hidden is fine; the Seeker will recognize its presence. In the meantime, the bird should listen to any information it can find regarding the movements of the Gryphon. There was no doubt that the ruler of Penacles was already preparing for a conflict. Underestimating the Gryphon is tantamount to inviting disaster, as he is almost as scheming as Azran.

Seeker cooed once to acknowledge her understanding and spread her wings. Azran stepped back as the huge creature flew. He hated sending her away without knowing more about who had the sword. He scratched his chin. There's something else. The Horned Blade Path will bring it close …

Azran turned and walked towards his Dragonrealm map. Choosing the one that interests him, he learns what he perceives as the most logical path. After a while, he nodded. The manor was a bit out of the way, but he had a strong suspicion that it was a stopping point. There was a firerake there, but anyone with the slightest ability would be able to withstand it with a sword.

Yeah, he thought, he was free.

He knew that he was supposed to destroy it, but envy had prevented it. Lady prefers her father. Ultimate humiliation. Well, he taught her, framed her so no one else could have her, especially her. The problem was, he had always been the type of person who was lustful, but not the type of person who did something about it. Besides, Lady intimidated him.

A wrinkled hand scratched the bald, wrinkled head. There's a third reason. The necromancer's time has been taken by something far more important. Very importantly, in fact, he had even forgotten the youth spell. But soon, he will be young again. Soon his masterpiece will be finished. The thought held him like a drug addict.

She laughs. Sprucing up a small spell, he opened the passageway to his most private workshop. Only he could step through the gate; anyone who tried would find themselves randomly teleported to one of a number of hellish locations. Azran would not allow any disturbance where his reward was related.

This was his true inner sanctum. Let them rummage through his palace; they will only find a small spell in comparison. But if they dared to try to invade this place, they would suffer the consequences.

It was simple, a principle was also applied to his masterpiece. Every time he entered, Azran would leave behind a small portion of his strength. Each time, then, the charm will grow. It drained him for a while, but it was worth it. Especially if you already know the results.

Something not from the real world crawled towards him. Azran refused him back to the unnamed area. The second spell removed the terrible smell he left behind. The witch's nose was wrinkled; sometimes it was almost pointless to deal with those things. The least they can do is learn to be clean.

Slowly, almost respectfully, he turned his attention to the long black coffin in the middle of the laboratory. It was probably the final resting place of a snake—if Azran ever had a pet— all the length. Its width was slightly longer than his hands, as well as its height. She fondly stroked the lid, as the contents were truly a part of her. He had poured more of his strength into the contents of the box than he had into the hundred other potent spells. He opened the lid carefully. It will be his glory and victory. It'll put Dragonrealm at his feet.

Carefully, gracefully, he grabbed and grasped the handle of the Nameless Yang.

TALAK IS a rather remote city. Its nearest neighbor is Mito Pica, but the city is more than a two-week drive southeast. It was not that it bothered the population too much, as they produced almost everything they needed and their army was considered one of the best in the country. Moreover, they had always tried to keep the peace with the Dragon Monarch. The ruins of the twin cities, a few miles to the east, were a huge incentive.

Rennek IV is now the ruler of Talak. She was in her fifties, plump and gray-haired. In the past, he was a strong warrior, but today, some people whisper that it would be better if his son, Melicard, sat on the throne. No one, of course, said it too loudly, because Rennek still had explosive abilities, especially when angry.

He's angry now. Something kept dragging him from his dream. He tried in vain to ignore the frenzy, but it seemed to only increase the more he covered his head. Swearing by the three namesake before, the Talak ruler lifted his form from the bed, put on one of the royal robes, and stormed into the hallway while shouting.

“Hazar! Where are you at? Come to me quickly or I will have a new prime minister!”

He looks around. Not even the guards were visible. Ignoring his somewhat disrespectful appearance, Rennek walked through the castle in hopes of finding someone to attack. He caught a frightened servant crouching in a corner and pulled the man to his feet. The waiter was trembling.

"Remain! What the hell is going on? What's that noise? Where's Hazar?”

“They—they're here, my lord! The gate!"

King Rennek shook the man. “Who, blew you up? WHO'S? Where is Hazar?”

"At the gate!"

Condemning, he let go of the servant. Before searching for Hazar, he would catch a glimpse of this soldier. The story was not entirely true; if there were soldiers at the gates, then why was there no sound of a clash of weapons? If there were no soldiers, then why was the servant so frightened?

He found the closest window opening to the front and leaned out. It was still dark, but he could see some forms, none of which looked like humans. The voices that woke him up were the voices of animals, not humans who were at war. Unfortunately, the night showed him nothing, and he could not wait for dawn to come close. He should get down now.

Without a servant accompanying her, Rennek was forced to dress himself. He had only partially succeeded; the years of the crown had made him even more lazy. When he was finally satisfied, he rushed quickly through the castle, slowing down only when the frightened servants or guards saw him. She must have seemed in control, she knew, even though she wasn't.

As he climbed down the stairs, he heard what sounded like the voice of his prime minister, Hazar Aran. The high-pitched tone indicates that Hazar is doing his best to please someone. Another voice interjected, and King Rennek shivered hearing it. It was almost like listening to a snake.

A snake?

He walked gracefully into the main hall. Hazar is not her usual cunning self. He looked really happy to see his master. Rennek soon finds out why, and suddenly he wishes he followed the wishes of his people and let his son take over.

Dragonhelm turned to face him. Half hidden by the darkness that enveloped the helmet was a pair of glowing red eyes. The helmet itself is just a little ornate. This was not one of the Dragon Kings, but one of their dukes, firedrake in human form. As Rennek watched the great warrior walk towards him, the king knew he had to treat this duke as if he was one of the Kings himself.

“You are King Rennek?” The words were spoken, not spoken.

"I." The king tried to look impressive.

“I Kyrgyzstan. My power comes from the Tyber Mountains.”

Tyber Mountain. These were some of the emperor's hellish powers. Golden Dragon. Not obeying means instant retaliation. Making even a small mistake would mean the same conclusion.

“What does Your Majesty want with my city? We will, of course, help you in any way we can. ” He wishes he sounded formal enough.

Kirg laughed, and it was the laughter of a mass murderer who was measuring his prey.

"Your city? You may rule the people here, but this city belongs to the King of Kings! You will help us as you are ordered!”

Rennek feels his reserves are gone. “Eh. Of course."

The sweetness of the reptilian words only made it even scarier. Rennek gets a terrifying vision of what kind of food the duke might want for his inhumane army. This was not the first time; such a story had spread over generations.

Kyrg seemed to be reading his mind. “We will only take livestock this time. If you ever seek to betray us or if you disappoint us in some capacity, then we will come to another bacon, starting with the leadership of this city. Do you understand me?"

Both the king and the prime minister paled.

Rennek managed to nod.

"It's so good." The Duke gestured to his aides. One of them disappeared through the open entrance of the castle. Kirg pulled out a piece of parchment.

"Can you read?" The voice was dripping with sarcasm and humiliation.

"of course! One of the first of these—”

“Angka?”

The king shrugged his shoulders. "Pretty good."

Shapeshifter handed the parchment to her. Rennek unrolled.

“It will tell you exactly how much we need. You'll collect it in four hours. ” Duke raises one of his gloved hands to emphasize time. There are only three fingers and a thumb. Humanoid firerakes may appear, but humans do not.

King Talak glanced at the list. While the numbers themselves are a bit difficult to understand, the magnitude of the task does not escape it. "It'll take us at least one day."

“Four hours.” Kirg's voice had lost almost all traces of humanity it might have had before. “If you do not complete the task within the specified time period, we will take what we need. Indiscriminately.”

Rennek handed the parchment over to his prime minister. The skinny man looked at him as if he was going to devour him. The king looked at his adviser nervously.

“Continue, buddy! The rush!"

Hazar stumbled quickly. Rennek glanced at his unholy guest and only caught the shadow of a smile under the sinister dragonhelm. “Will there be anything else?”

Look around the room. “Yes. I haven't eaten recently. There are no officers either. While your people collect the necessary food, we will eat in your hall. You'll have your butcher prepare your two best animals for us. You will join us. I want to learn what I can from the land in the south. ”

"of course. Let me instruct my chef to choose you— ”

“The butcher will be enough. We prefer our meat to be very rare. Raw, actually.”

The king felt his stomach turn. This time, he could definitely see the smile on the half-hidden face of that firedrake. The Duke bowed to him respectfully.

"Lead the way, Your Majesty."

DAWN COMES TO the manor, and with it comes a flood of memories. Cabe tried to close his eyes, but another voice finally forced him to stand up.

The sofa is now very uncomfortable. Cabe was too tired and only picked the first soft spot to fall. Lady Gwen was a little smarter; she had created an air bed. Even the sight of a woman hovering three feet above the ground was not enough to prevent Cabe from falling. The unusual is not so ordinary anymore.

Dangerous, yes; unusual, no.

The woman wanders around the manor, seemingly reliving memories. For Cabe, she was prettier than the last time Cabe saw her. However, there was sadness in his movements. A hand will gently touch an object and then quickly pull it. The eyes will stare into the past realm, only to soon descend and return to the present.

Cabe remained silent for fear of bothering him, but he ended up turning his attention to Cabe.

“We have to keep moving. I want to talk to the Gryphon as soon as possible. Therefore, it would take days to contact him. ”

“Can't you teleport? I know the witch did it.”

“To teleport, one must know the destination. I've never been to Penacles. Besides, I really don't feel good enough. We'll go up. You have a horse, right?”

It was a difficult question to answer, especially when Cabe recalled Darkhorse's remarks about Lady's hostility towards the creature. “Sort of.”

The wrinkles on her face did not diminish her beauty. “Sort? What answer is it?”

Cabe's response was prevented by the sound of a collision in the forest. Gwen turned her head towards the voice and stared, as if trying to see through the manor and the forest.

"What's that?"

"My horse."

“Your horse? How unusual the beast was. I think I want to see it closer.” He waved his left hand and with it drew two circles, the last one overturned from the first. There was a slight tremor in the air, and then a terrifying Darkhorse figure appeared before the eyes.

"Finally! I thought I would never get someone's attention!”

"Black horse! Satan!" The woman pointed her hands towards the horse. A surge of power erupted, leading directly to the dark center of the creature.

The target was just standing there, taking strength like someone drinking water. The black horse laughed. “Raw strength is not the answer, Miss Gwen! Never was! Besides, I came in peace!”