Erupting from the crystal ball, great winds pushed and tore its way through Lord Sinclair. He flew backwards into a crowd of his own men. His body was broken and bleeding. Hiram watched as a tornado formed in front of him, constructing itself into a humanoid form and standing up. He could not believe his eyes for a being of untold power and height appeared. It stood almost as tall as the dragon roost.

Hiram looked back at his father. His older friends and retainers who were with them were disorganized. Though the human invasion army was mostly routed by the lord’s army, they did not stand a chance against the god form. He watched as they retreated while the auxiliary army attempted to reach him instead. With hope, he begged for them to reach him and his siblings, but it was torn away when he was carried off by the old elf and the surviving human army. The god form immediately stomped on the advancing auxiliary army, scattering those who survived the stomp and capturing the rest in its torrent of winds. Those who were swallowed were never seen again.

With mighty steps, the god form wrecked havoc all over the earth. Buildings were crushed and sucked inside, roads torn to shreds, tree and plant life ripped away. The villagers and invaders alike watched as it began to approach the dragon roost. With a mighty swing, it broke the barrier that the dragon roost had created. Immediately, blue lights began charging all throughout the tree. Blue electricity pulses from every fiber in its being before shooting out from a hole that opened up on the dragon roost.

With an electric blast, the dragon roost shocked the god form, injuring its very being, causing direct damage to the god within and causing it to make a deafening bellow. With a quickness it swung its arm and smashed it into the side of the tree, ripping away at the bark and into the buildings and housing inside. Multiple barriers erupted from the tree to protect the villagers inside. It was hardly enough and instead of protecting itself, the tree let go of the barriers and evacuated the villagers instead, using inner branches to grab onto the villagers and get them out of the way before the god form’s hand could rip them apart.

Villagers, both on the ground and in the tree were in complete disarray and panic. They had no magic and now the great tree itself was under attack, they felt hopeless. Lady Sinclair however, stopped their discord and was able to unite the villagers just enough to evacuate them away from the dragon roost. As the wind god form reared back to strike the dragon roost again, it exploded from behind.

Appearing in the hour of their need, Gaelia had finally appeared. Using her inner dragon power she blew a great green dragon breath, one that tore through the god form like butter. It moaned and bellowed in pain. Its attention was now fully only on Gaelia, for now Gaelia was the greatest threat to itself. Knowing this, Gaelia pulled away from the dragon roost and headed west with the god form chasing after her.

Hiram and his siblings were taken away. The prince and the old elf along with a contingent of humans and trolls left the hills. They were headed to the southern wall. The prince’s arm, or lack of one, was being bandaged. He screamed in pain as their healers were attempting to sooth him.

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“We must get to the anti-magic artifacts and turn them off!”

“No we will not.”

“Damn you old man. I need magic healing NOW!”

“Stick with it. Your slow speed is what cost you your arm.”

More pangs of pain cause the prince to scream before you berates the old man again.

“You failed to protect me! Deactivate the anti-magic!”

“You fool! Deactivating it will only allow Gaelia the chance to receive reinforcements. You are to be king, yes? Suck it up. We can reattach your arm later.”

Stifling his pained cries, the prince shuts up.

“Now that Gaelia is here we’ll need to closely guard the anti-magic artifacts. We can continue to power the god form with them. With Gaelia distracted, we can kill her. Arm the anti-dragon ballistas!”

Hiram struggled as he heard that. He needed to get out. He didn’t know what an anti-dragon ballista was but he needed to stop it, even if he was covered in wounds. The old elf saw him struggle. With a single punch to the head, the old elf knocked him out.

They quickly exited to the outskirts of the village and spotted a large purple device. A ball was inside, swirled around in a strange fashion.

“Quickly, set up the anti-dragon ballistas!”

The soldiers placed there to guard the anti-magic device began unpacking and setting up large ballistias. On the tips of the bolts were black liquid that felt as if it was consuming everything around it.

“It was very expensive to make this poison. Do not drop a single drip otherwise I’ll kill you.”

The scared soldiers focused all their might into proper use and pouring of the poison onto the bolts. Less in pain now, the young prince asked.

“What’s on it?”

“A special poison from the Age of Chaos. It’s called Dragon’s Bane. One of the only types of poison to actually harm dragons.”

“Why is it so expensive?”

“It was outlawed by the dragons. In fact anything used to make it was outlawed and destroyed. It is made from the only existing Eldritch material left in this world after the Great Magic Dawn.”

“Eldritch!”

“Yes, Eldritch. Hence why dragons will destroy any trace of it. We are lucky enough that our benefactor gave us some.”

“Lucky indeed. So what does it do so that dragons are weak to it.”

“It eats magic.”

Thinking on it with just his singular arm, the prince asks,

“That’s dangerous?”

“Not to most beings, but to any being that can grow magic like dragons and the gods themselves, this is very potent poison. Once inside, the treatment of it becomes near impossible. If they lose their magic to it, it only grows and grows until it kills the dragon.”

“How fortunate that we have it then.”