Orsgadts
Great Creature

The beauty of the palace of Fairy King Dougraff is not attractive at all according to Olevander. Not at this time because in other parts of Artamea there is blood spilled and pooled. Hard-headed, he thought to himself.

“Your Majesty, soon all the humans in Artamea will be wiped out. Servants please, have mercy on them,” Olevander said. This is his third coming. Just like before, the fairy king was not willing to intervene either.

“My limits are clear. Moreover, Elizai is confident that humans can win this war.” The fairy king did not move on his throne.

“You are offended by the words of a girl who lived a miserable dozen years and is now demanding her rights?” Olevander stroked his beard.

“Olevander, he's got the Elzenthum core. The energy is full. It will not be difficult for him to seal Korta and Anthura,” Fairy King Dougraff replied.

Olevander grins. “Your Majesty, doesn't His Majesty feel guilty for using that baby to hold such a formidable power?”

“For Artamea.”

“If for Artamea's sake, once again I beg Your Majesty's mercy to save mankind.”

Fairy King Dougraff turned to look towards the entrance as someone had come. An old woman limped with the help of a stick in her hand. The king smiled amusedly. He flicked his finger, a wine floated on the grandmother's forehead.

“You look silly, Verunum,” said the king.

The wine fell on the floor. The old granny nodded slowly and continued her path. Each step is followed by a change in its form. Arriving near the king and Olevander, she became a beautiful woman with long golden hair and wore a long white dress. He bowed respectfully to the king and let Olevander hold his hand for a moment.

“Hamba come to support Olevander, Your Highness.” Verunum said calmly.

The fairy king was not happy to hear it. Olevander alone is quite tiring to deal with especially coupled with Verunum.

“My decision cannot be changed,” replied the fairy king.

Verunum and Olevander looked at. They're on a dead end street now. While persuading the king, I don't know how many people are victims today. They will not remain silent.

“Your Majesty, I'm sorry. There are thousands of humans who must be saved today,” said Verunum. He did not wait for the king's answer. He is ready if cursed to be a pebble though.

“Hamba will help him, Your Majesty. Servant beg yourself,” said Olevander. He smiled looking at the flat face of the fairy king.

Fairy King Dougraff still did not move from her place. He whispered softly. “Elzenthum.”

***

The roar of death on the battlefield re-emerged. Anthura flew low and attacked the army of Arsyna which was south of the border of Orsgadt. His blaze scorched everything in front of him and left black marks on the ground while his sharp claws and tail smashed the ranks of the soldiers into a mess. Panic struck and fear saw the ferocity of the giant dragon enveloped the army of Arsyna.

As if content to intimidate all the humans on the battlefield, the dragon flew and alighted at the main tower of Orsgadt palace. He remained motionless but kept an eye on the battlefield with a menacing look.

The movement near the Orgasdt palace began to be seen. Korta's army was freed from Leonz's spell. The immortal army marched forward towards the enemy who was still in disarray due to the Anthura attack earlier.

Sean and Aiden who had joined forces in the south were ready with their swords. They will not let any enemy pass them. Elric had replaced Alfred to lead the army. King Duncan stared at his two glowing flesh-bloods on top of each other's horses. Even if he were to die today, he would calm down because he was confident Mirena and Elric would become great leaders.

The Korta Army offensive. Their long swords were bloodthirsty. They are special forces tasked with destroying the enemy. Every drop of blood that fell from the ends of the dragged sword formed terrifying traces on the ground.

Arshna's forces continued to dwindle in number due to the ferocity of the Korta forces. The skeletons snatched their swords mercilessly. What an unfair fight.

As hope dwindled, a loud scream sounded. Giant Eagle birds emerged from the southern sky and dropped heavily armed stocky figures. The birds snatched the Korta soldiers and dropped them far north of the palace of Orsgadt. As the birds were busy flying to and fro, the burly figures had already moved to attack the remaining Korta army.

The second scream sounded deafening to all the humans on the battlefield. Without warning, dozens of large trees slammed into the Korta army, pounding and driving them away from the human army.

“Your Majesty, the Fairy King remains at his founding,” said Olevander who knows he is already beside King Duncan.

“I've guessed. Never mind, we'll do all we can,” furious King Duncan.

“Verunum guard south part. The rebel forces have already been given a spell so they will be able to hold on for a while.” Olevander also doubted their recklessness with Korta and Anthura but humans were great creatures. The late Great King Orsgadt had proved it to Fairy King Dougraff. Unfortunately the fairy king was very stubborn.

“Until the spell is used up and all humans die?” ask King Duncan. A sad tone sounded in his voice.

“There is always hope, Your Majesty,” Olevander said.

Anthura moved his head left and right slowly. The giant hawks disturbed his calm at Orsgadt's main tower. The dragon spouted fire from its mouth, attacking the eagles that passed through it. One by one the giant eagles fell to the ground with a loud thumping sound.

Anthura had just spread his wings, about to fly into the sky when the third scream sounded loud. A giant creature with wings spread out wide appeared in the sky. Darkness covered the royal army that was beneath him. All looking up at the sky.

“A-there are other dragons!”

“What is it?”

“Other dragons?”

“There are other dragons!”

Right, there was another dragon coming to the battlefield. The dragon was as big as Anthura. The green color dominated his scales then there was a silver color luster decorating every arch of his scales and body lines. No less fierce and threatening, the new dragon flew towards the main tower of Orsgadt palace.

Everyone on the battlefield cheered happily when they saw the green dragon attacking Anthura. Unsatisfied with the burst of fire, the green dragon gripped Anthura's wings and carried him north, away from the chaotic battlefield.

“What dragon is it?” ask King Theosyes.

“Elqoz,” replied Horeen who had returned from securing Avena. He smiles. Looks like Olevander owes them one more explanation.