Dragon Realm
Episode 30's
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The Gryphon was also worried, but he had different priorities. Penacles and his men came first. There will be no chance to save Cabe if the city falls. If they act against Azran, the Penacles must be guarded in the meantime.
There's still no attack. This in itself is unusual. It could only mean that the control of the troops was in the hands of—or the claws—from the Black Dragon firearm. Lochivarites will never wait so long. They had little interest in saving their necks; death in battle was one of the few things that mattered to drug-infested fanatics.
He remembered the first time he had encountered a horde from the Gray Fog. No one knows their true loyalty. It was assumed that they would fight for the humans like most other cities. There are always traitors, of course, but never on this scale.
Thousands of people died that day. Many others will never be whole. The remains of the Lochivarite army had been pulled back into the dark land where they had come from. Only a small part of the original strength remained.
In taking over the City of Knowledge, the Gryphon was forced to recruit more mercenaries and outsiders. The original group was almost completely wiped out. Building strength earlier had taken several years and a large sum of money. However the Lochivarites, with a hint of persuasion, somehow rebuilt their invasion force from the very beginning. Indeed, generations have passed, but even the increase in the birth rate cannot account for the number.
Lochivarites, Dragon King, and Azran.
There are always too many enemies.
He called Toos, Blane, and his entire commanding officer to him. Cabe was important; he could not ignore this fact. But he can't leave Penacles. People look towards him.
A cold thought appeared in his mind. Will Azran be able to damage Cabe? The idea of a witch about her potential being controlled by such a demon shook her almost as much as the thought of possibly having to fight Shade. Even the Dragon Monarch would think twice.
The war council is over. Gloomily, the ruler of the City of Knowledge wore a mask of confidence and determination. Inside, he cursed himself almost constantly.
INTO DEN of the Beast.
He's not freezing anymore. Not that it matters. The ties around her wrists, legs, and waist held her as strong as a spell. They are not, of course, normal restraints. Each shines; each shines brighter if he struggles to break free. When they get brighter, they burn them. Not outwardly, but in his mind. That's why Cabe remained motionless. The first attempt was enough to teach him.
The kidnappers have abandoned him. It was fine with Cabe; undead made a very bad company. Especially these two. They had spent most of their time staring at him with white eyes that became their eyes. To make matters more uncomfortable, they seemed sad and embarrassed about something. He has an irritating feeling that it has something to do with him and who he is.
A shadow floated. He blinked. This was not one of those nameless objects lurking in the shadows of the room. It is something much more physical, yet also more powerful. In the dim light of the room, he could only see his outline, but it was enough to tell him that he was being studied by one of the Seekers. Is this the kidnapper? Maybe not. Most likely, it was just one of the servants. Deep down, he knew who was responsible. It was none other than Azran, his father.
There's not much he can do right now. He was a prisoner of a helpless madman. Seeker, still watching him closely, let out a low shriek. That almost sounds sympathetic. However, Seeker did not take any steps to untie that bond.
AZRAN FACES two of his rotting slaves. Those empty eyes glared at him, even more so now that he was young once again. He did not make them kneel this time. He wanted to see them directly, despite the foul smell and their skin peeling off. He wanted them to look at his face, his silver and black hair, to feel his vitality and life. To feel his power.
"I should praise you both," he said flatly. “I see you are able to carry out my plan in no time. Your fears are unfounded. The madam never had a chance, and my son, even though he was strong, had no skills. Yes, overall, I am happy.”
"Are we free to return to our rest?" Basil's face showed no emotion, but his voice was pouting. He was fed up with his own actions.
“No, not yet fully. I might still need you. After all, you and the boy have not been officially introduced!” He laughed it off and laughed even louder when he saw Tyr's fist clenching furiously so that his face could no longer be revealed.
Basil longed for the ability to spit on the face of his tormentors. “You're black, Azran. Black as the darkest force.”
"thank you. I'm trying. Can we go?"
Contrary to their wishes, the two corpses staggered in front of their master. Azran made Basil play as a servant, even nodding at him as he passed by. In what was left of his mind, the undead witch cursed, but he was unable to escape the position of the slave he had been forced to take.
Cabe turned his head with wide eyes as the three entered. The zombies he had seen before, and, although they still scared him, they were removed from his mind the first time he saw the evil figure with them. Although two-colored hair covered her face, she could see a semblance of family. The father and son finally faced each other.
The dark witch turned for a moment to one of the windows. Ada—what? There was nothing in the window. No. gabe. He turned his attention back to his son, who now looks only a few years younger than him. The brilliant silver head, covering over three-quarters, made him blink. By all rights, this Cabe will become a very powerful magician. Even more so than Azran himself.
He greeted Cabe kindly. "So you are my son!"
“Azran?”
"of course! Who else can I be?”
"What do you want with me?" There was fear in Cabe's voice, but there was something else: defiance.
“You are my son! Every man likes to see his son once or twice. I thought you died at birth. You have no idea how much your life means to me, son!”
Cabe shuddered.
Azran's eyes narrowed, and a humorous tone was missing from his voice. “I see your small, limp body. Nathan tricked me! You are very alive. He has driven you out in a futile attempt, no doubt, to raise you as a tool against me! ”
The black wizard smiled. “Now, however, I have you back. I wish I could teach you about the dark forces, my son. You have great potential. Nathan saw. I'll use it. Together, we will make our Dragonrealms!”
He stopped suddenly, his eyes focused on Cabe's side. Azran turned to face Basil. He did not say anything, but the undead knew what was on his mind.
“He didn't wear the Horned Sword when we caught him. It wasn't in his room. There's little time to look for it. Lord Gryphon is known for his precision when danger arises.”
"Fuck you, Basil—"
"We are damned.
“You should have brought me the Horned Sword too! You failed!"
Cabe looked from one to the other. He had brought a sword; one of the kidnappers had taken it and threw it aside. Why does this creature lie?
The other, Tyr, chose the explosion to look towards the captives. Cabe watched as the undead wiggled his finger at him. Cabe understands. Azran had no power over his servants whom he believed in. There's still hope.
Calming himself, Azran turned to face his son. “Never believe in undead, my son. They are very incompetent. Especially these two. Nor can it be trusted.”
He waved his hand. His unnatural servant stepped forward. “An important lesson, Cabe. In front of you, you see two messy shipwrecks that were once full of life and set their own existence. This human bear is named Basil. Basil Eye. He could freeze someone solid in a yellow prison or just cripple with a single touch. His friends called him Basilisk. I borrowed her powers to take care of Lady Gwen. Honey can't stand it. His angry friend here is named Tyr. That'sallthatis. Don't let his priestly clothes fool you. He is known to like to go berserk which doubles his abilities. Both of them were Dragon Masters under my unapologetic father, your grandfather, Nathan Bedlam. Both of them, regardless of what they refer to as prowess, fell easily in my hands.”
Cabe chokes.
“They do not protect themselves well. Too confident, Basil?”
It sounded like earth and death. It was also filled with a vast hatred. “Ya!”
The dark witch smiled resplendently. “Poor Dragon Lord! They are now forced to obey me until I release them.”
"Or die!" Tyr's voice was loud enough to be heard.
“Quite it! You can return to your rest until called again. This time, come quickly!”
Two decaying figures staggered out of the room. Cabe only caught a glimpse of Tyr's face as the monstrous witch turned her head to look at him. It's the face of a damned man. Cabe swore that he would find a way to free them.