Dragon Realm
Episode 29's
It's good to be young again.
All those years of hard work will soon pay off. He studied himself critically in the mirror. His black clothes, more like a uniform than others, were equipped with a navy blue ribbon on his collar and wrist. Azran stopped and then added an emblem to his chest, a dragon pierced by a sword. A nice touch, he decided. Let them know that he is their master. The new Dragon Lord!
His head was covered in half black and half silver. Another indication of his strength. His face was very similar to his father's, but it was also a plus in its own way. The Dragon Monarch and their servants would remember the past and tremble.
Beards. He hasn't worn a beard for decades. It will be the final touch. The short, neat. That would do it. He beckoned, making the seconds turn into weeks.
Azran. Like the hair on the top of his head, his beard was half silver. It was a strange sight. It's hardly fun.
He decided to keep it.
Boots, hip length at the front, and gloves complete the picture. For the opponent, the clothes would appear as a show. Try to cut it with a weapon and it will be revealed stronger than the chain. Much lighter, though.
Smiling at his shadow, Azran walked to his balcony. No one would ever suspect that he was living in the middle of the Plains of Hell. It was too close to the Tyber Mountains and was also ruled by the Red Dragon, one of the more bloodthirsty Kings. She laughs. His castle stands in the middle of the most naturally violent land. A volcano stood no more than two miles away. But nothing could harm this place. It was older than the Dragon Monarch and was invisible to the outside world. Azran had found it only by chance. He never learned who built it, and no longer cared. It was now hers, and it helped her well.
A scream came from above. The Seekers are angry, perhaps frightened. The person who was sent to spy on the Penacles has still not returned. The witch suspected that it was no more. Those were two attacks in the past. The show is heading towards its peak. He had to make sure that he would control the flow.
The food was brought for him. It was a fancy party. Azran planned to make grits and bread for many years. Now, with a new tooth, he'll bite off all the fun he only knows from memory.
From inside his coffin, Nameless throbbed. With each bite Azran took, his heart rate increased.
CABE AND THE Lady are walking to her room.
“We will start your training with the basics. I'll teach you some simple defensive spells first. Just in case. I—we don't want you to die before you have a chance to fight.”
"I don't either."
She smiles. “Very similar to Nathan. However, even Nathan never had a silver head. Gryphon may be right. You can be stronger than anyone. ”
They reached his room. Cabe opened the door for his friend, who stepped in. He immediately followed, closing the door as he entered. They were alone, he realized. Perhaps, he thought, he could tell what he was feeling. Now, while there are no other living souls around.
There is no soul living around …
…But they are not alone.
Lady wrapped in light. The light hardened, and, in shock, Cabe recognized him as the same kind of prison that had held him for many years. He took out the Horned Sword, feeling its power embrace him. However, he had no chance to use it.
A hand touches it at the temple. Cabe felt his body tremble. Although he remained armed, the weapon was useless. Its limbs are as solid as the marble pillars of the palace. Freezing in time, he could only watch as the dark sword was snatched from his grasp. His eyes were wide at what he could only see for a moment.
"It's very simple." The voice was dry and strangely the tone was sad.
The sword was thrown to the ground. He could hear footsteps behind him. Suddenly, he floated. Gwen remained in place, once again trapped in the amber. They were chasing him, no one else. He floated like a feather, randomly spinning to and fro. In one of those turns, he saw his captors.
The eyes that met her were no longer eyes. White blank, upside down. White set in rotting, parchment skin.
He was a prisoner of the undead. Someone started talking, then checked himself. His partner gave a signal. A huge hole opened up in the middle of the reality of the room. Cabe found himself drifting into it. When he touched it, all conscious thoughts faded away.
Tyr turned to look at the Lady, trapped inside the amber, and then to the Horned Sword. His partner put a hand on his shoulder.
They stepped into the portal. The dead body and the hole disappeared.
The explosion shook the palace.
At first, the Gryphons feared an attack from the Lochivarites. This fear was dispelled by Blane, who reported that there was no movement by the troops from the Grey Fog. Lionbird then thought of Azran and suddenly remembered where his guests were stationed. Summoning his golem, he rushed to Cabe's room.
The door, which remained, was located in the hallway. Small fragments of some crystalline substance, vaguely familiar, adorned the area. The Gryphon ordered the two golems forward. They will form a shield for him. He hoped the two creatures would prove enough. He is not sure of his limits.
No one moved in the room when the three entered. The dust clouded most of his vision, but he saw the Horned Sword lying on the floor nearby. He left it in its place; nothing would be gained by having the cursed sword at this moment.
Someone groaned. The dust started to settle, and the Gryphon could finally see a figure lying near the bed. He ordered the two golems to stay and investigate carefully. It might be a trap, but he doubted it.
The figure on the ground turned out to be Lady Gwen. He was half-conscious and strangely untouched by the dust that filled the room. In fact, every time he moved, the dust stuck around him shifted away from him to keep him from getting close. There was no sign of anything on his body. Fatigue seems to be the worst problem. Convinced that he will recover, the Gryphon has his two non-living bodyguards take him to his room. They raised it with a shocking tenderness to such a powerful being. As they carried him out, the Gryphon looked around the room one last time.
Bedlam cabe is invisible. The Horned Blade, left behind, was the only indication that he had been there.
Dark thoughts raged in his mind, the ruler of Penacles out of the room. She hoped the woman was healthy enough to answer some questions. He already knew most of the answers, but there was always hope that he might be wrong.
The two golems flanked the door of his room. They became very competent servants. Lady Gwen was lying on her bed, awake. He looked up as his host entered the room. His facial expression said everything he feared, but he was determined to ask even so.
"What's going on?"
“We were hit from behind. Shadow people! Do you understand what I'm saying? Shadow people!”
He nodded grimly. Shadow people. Undead. Those who are forced to obey the master until granted release. They couldn't really rest until then. He did not know whether to hate or pity the kidnappers.
“They almost surprised me! I was lucky to be paranoid. I swear I'll never be stuck like me. That's all that saved me from another yellow prison!”
"They use the same spell?"
He's nodding. "Yes. Weaker, though. It's not that they don't have the power. They're powerful. I just don't think they really want to do it.”
“How many people are there?”
"only two. This time I was able to maintain consciousness. One hit me while the other froze Cabe on the spot. Gryphon, they're taking him! They took it from under my nose, and I could do nothing to stop them!” Tears threatened to fall.
Gryphon noticed his overwhelming anxiety but said nothing. This is not a time or place. “How can they get in? Where the hell did they go? I did not receive any reports from my guards. ”
“Blinking hole. They need it so they can get through his body.” His eyes regained a bit of fire. “I can probably track him! Sometimes they leave shadows. We can follow them to Azran castle!”
“Where he will no doubt be waiting for us. I think not. Besides, would he be that stupid? Break now. You have spent too much energy to storm into the hidden fortress of Azran.”
"But Cabe—"
He's stopped. “You believe you have let Nathan down and now you will let his grandson down. I'm telling you that this is unfounded. Nathan did what Nathan had to do. He wouldn't have done anything different if you were there. As for Cabe, he was kidnapped, not killed. That means Azran wants him alive. I think he was curious about his son. Cabe will be fine.”
He was only half listening, but that was as much as the Gryphon could hope for. He lowered his head and closed his eyes. Lionbird quietly left. His concern for the young witch was immense, far greater than any other person.