The Witch's Curse
The Legendary Duel

The swish of despair crept into the King's body. In just a few seconds, he would be killed roasted into the lava. Of all the things he had been through, there was only one regret, killing him in vain. As someone who was born with a ruler's mark, being killed on the battlefield was their dream. The death will be a legend and also a tribute, that, the King of the Country has fought against the enemy to sacrifice his life.

Tears were dripping along with the final sweat that had just been forced to fight the strongest enemy ever.

"During my long stay, my dear country," hissed Markian in a soft voice, welcoming his death from a steep cliff, which he had never imagined before. The steep cliff was an artificial cliff from the Witch Maxi created out of nothing, and now, sprawling inside the inner building of the Palace, where the Markian was born until now became a silent witness in his death.

In a moment of silence, he felt relieved. Markian felt, this time, he would gather with his loved ones. The father of the previous King, the Queen Mother and also his late wife. A faint smile graced his face before it united with the flaming lava.

Nguuuuung

'Grooooooaaaaaaar'

Shuuuuuuuu

A gust of storm suddenly came along with a mysterious creature that grabbed the King's body. The lahar of the fire died instantly from a typhoon that triggered the ice crystals from a single...... THE DRAGON?

Where did the NAGA come from?

"IT???!!!"

In the silence and despair that had just struck, King Markian was shocked in disbelief at the scene that had just befallen him.

Rumbling and rustling sounds of disdain filled the air. The reflection of lightning from the golden scales of the dragon glittered, illuminating the darkness of the palace. The magnificent building shook as the Dragon revealed its presence. The dragon swiftly slid down. His astonishing speed whirled through the wind like lightning. He then caught the King who plunged into the lava blaze. All happened just like that, in a split second, so that, the King's life was saved. With incredible flying skills, the dragon claws tightly wrapped around the King's body. His powerful claw pierced through the King's armor so that it could support him firmly.

'Grooooooooaarrr'

"Draw it!! What a despicable creature you came from!" Shouted Witch Maxi with a trembling body, powerless to match the aura of the Dragon. He took a few steps back from the balcony of the third floor of the palace. His arm that poured black blood earlier, seemed to swing weak, although not threatening the life of its owner.

'Grooooooooaaaarrrrr'

The king who was caught by the dragon, now propagates to the top of the back of the mystical creature. With his strength, the Dragon managed to extinguish the lava, and suddenly, there was a golden radiance emanating from the bottom, when both of its wings were flapped. The marble floors that had been destroyed and suddenly became a ravine, now intact again as usual. The King was amazed by the recovery magic ability of the Dragon. Witch Maxi clucked resentfully at the chaos it caused to be futile. He then rushed towards the palace, looking for his last savior who was the collector of the source of the powerful magic from the red moonlight: BOKOR MAS.

"Damn!! Where did that bokor go???" mumbled Witch Maxi inwardly, however, he could not stop running. The Golden Dragon poked out from the opposite direction. His enormous eyes were rounded, looking around for his whereabouts that suddenly disappeared.

His roar was upset and his voice echoed to the corner of the palace. The desperate wizard Maxi finally gathers his last strength and summons a flock of hell birds.

"Zaazoonsya Vavoooma Xyexyanzeya!!"

'Kaaa... Kaaaa..... Kaaaak'

The flocks of hell birds that had been distracting the troops and making chaos on the battlefield outside the palace, shot lightning inward, according to the orders of the Witch.

"Join!!"

The birds that had been small and fierce, now joined themselves one after another. Their sharp beaks flounder as they become a whole unit. A dark aura seemed to radiate, and black fog swirled around them.

'Koaaaak..... Koaaaakk..... '

Not long after, a giant hell bird appeared from behind the dense smoke that had just subsided.

"God! What's that thing??" asked the King half-shouting. He was surprised by the sighting of a giant jet-black bird with flaming wings like the flames of hell.

"It was a giant hell bird, Your Majesty," the dragon replied gracefully.

"Whataa??? Can you talk???" The king's eyes were perfectly rounded. Not yet exhausted his surprise with the giant bird, this time, the Dragon also seemed to be able to converse with him.

"Later Your Majesty will know who I am. For now, stand on the balcony like that cowardly Witch. I will advance against that Bird of Hell," hissed the Dragon in a calm and deep voice. Its elegance exudes the charm of a woman. It seems, the dragon is female.

"Alright, Dragon. I will pull over first," said the King obediently. The dragon then landed the King's body gently on the floor of the balcony on the left side of his wings.

Once it felt that enough would be, the Dragon was now floating in the air, he stepped forward towards the Bird of Hell. They are now facing each other, with scary faces like making a deal before going to war. They would definitely desperately defend their territory. Once enough is felt, the introducing ritual ends just like that. Right now, the Golden Dragon flapped its wings and swiftly and slid forward, spouting a blazing blue flame towards its opponent. The bird of Hell that was in front of him, did not remain silent. He of course dodged it with agility. The bird then rotated in the air and launched a counterattack using its sharp claws and embers of fire from behind its turbulent wings.

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