Sweeping through the open fields, the massive Black Dragon burns the fields and the undead army below it. To ashes. Nothing remained of the purple flames as it destroyed everything on its way as a gleaming blue armored horse with a blue knight riding on top of it skewered a Goblin with his silver halbert.

“YEEEHHAWW! C’MON BOYS! CAN’T LET BAHAMUT DO ALL THE WORK!”

Piercing through the black mist, a line formation of cavalry charge into the remaining part of the army, coming closer. The formation changes into a vee shaped one and pierces through the advancing undead army. Soon after, a hail of transparent gold swords starts raining down from the skies. Hitting the area in front of them that’s already devoid of any enemy presence, Bahamut had to put up her left wing to protect herself from the falling projectiles.

Down below, a lizardman’s tail raises from the soil and his greatsword points at the sky. “DATDA!” The spell causes an explosion from the tip of his sword which sends a massive laser to the skies which Bahamut swerved and dodged. Having the giant dragon's attention, the lizard starts slithering through the soil with his shiny armor.

“Tsk! Survived my sword, didn't we?”

Bahamut’s insane landing caused a quake as the Blue Sentinels rounded up the stragglers and started executing them one by one. Lounging at the lizard from the dust created by the violent landing of the Dragon, her gleaming iridescent and translucent glass sword quickly got the attention of the players as the Knight Lady ran past them, charging straight into the village where a detachment of players were already fighting house to house.

She quickly disembarks her horse and parries the oncoming arrows at her as players right next to the blonde woman happily fight the demons in close quarter combat. Their shiny enchanted blue and gold swords make ear blistering noises as it pierces the sound barrier and sliced the creatures of Hell into multiple pieces.

“Hey blondie! You might wanna check the village hall!”

The woman just nodded and ran to the direction of the hall. Slicing her way through defending demons and bursting in the door. Inside, everything is already dead with bits of pieces of the creatures all torn up and claw marks on the walls and furniture. Heading to the second floor, she raises her sword at a beautiful woman wearing a red gown.

“Oh, you’ve finally arrived.”

“Eh? How did…”

“What? I wouldn’t be a Countess if I couldn’t sneak through a meager army like that. Here, your reward.”

Alana turns around, holding up a human Priestess with wolf ears like a pet dog. The girl is just dumbfounded at how she’s being handled by the woman.

“It’s a good thing the Outworlder told me. I would’ve told Bahamut to just burn this place alongside the defenders.”

“H-Heretic… put her down. The Pope himself will be very angry if he were to learn of how you're handling our first ever hybrid Priest.”

“Oh! So this is what- should’ve just told me.”

Alana lets go, making the girl plop to the floor still confused at what just happened as she holds the collar of her robe.

“Now, if that’s all. I must go now. M’Lord awaits me.”

“Hey! It’s not over yet!”

“Eh? What more? The contracts’ done.”

“It said you are to protect her and deliver her to the Bishop. I’ll come with you to assure her safety, this isn’t over yet..”

“What? Argh! My excitement might’ve gotten the betterment of me. Tsk.”

The Countess messed up her hair a bit and then started combing it once again as she relaxed. Breathing in and out.

“Okay. Oy you, with me.”

“Exactly… what just happened?”

“You are being rescued. Do not resist.”

“B-but you're a vampire… I’m part Wolf.”

“That doesn’t matter right now. Follow me and I’ll get you back home or safety.”

Having left with no option, the priestess stands up. Using her staff as a cane as she follows the tall vampire to the outside where the players are cleaning up what’s left as the army of Gareth arrive from the hill with Bahamut riding behind one of the cavalry horses. The two sides immediately met and shaked each other's hands, the natives and players laughing alongside each other at their great victory.

Being the only women in the entire area, the beautiful girls stood out and the soldiers patted their shoulders as they continued to march onwards. Commander Wolf looked down on the young Priestess on top of his horse.

“Hello girlie. Nice to see the Holy See is expanding its recruitment.”

“H-Hello… Lord-?”

“It’s Commander Wolf. Pleased to meet you.”

“Seiness, Priestess Seiness of the Holy See’s Church of Gareth.”

“Hm. Be careful now, I don’t know what you did. But the Guild of Highwood Fire let you live and even captured you. Don’t worry, us the Blue Sentinels shall end them. Finish what we left off with a few months ago.”

Alana then spooks the man, even his horse as it reacts to the sudden voice of Alana to his left. Appearing from seemingly out of nowhere.

“Guild of Highwood Fire? Now who’re these fools?”

“Ah, just one of the top guilds in Dark World. What they lack in numbers, they make up for with these demonic thralls. We were actually on a faction war against them before being transported here to Threa. Assholes managed to get enough Mana Cores to mass spam these annoying armored shit things.”

“Argh, what is it with you Outworlders and having wars with each other?”

“Well, for now. I recommend you guys head back to the city. We’ll take care of the rest here, the Priestess must be returned to friendly lands! Head direct East! To the Fortress City that’s for the High Elves invasion!”

“Bahamut! Let us go!”

“Oy, you heretical woman! Don’t leave me!”

“Tsk, come onboard Holy woman. Behave yourself.”

“As if I won’t! I’ll be riding on top of a Dragon God for Reth’s sake!”

Commander Wolf then runs with them to the outside as Bahamut transforms into her dragon form. The man bows to Alana and kneels.

“Lady Minuit, I suggest when you visit Angkaria, you go and talk to Commander Fridge. He is tasked with the protection of the Bishop and the local Lord.”

“The Dragon Knights are also there?”

“Yes M’Lady. They have an outpost located on the Eastern side of it, on the poor part of town. They’re the ones who we sent to protect the Bishop.”

“Alright, say no more. I bid you good battles Sir Wolf.”

“Of course M’Lady, a beautiful woman's complement can come a long way for us warriors.”

They board Bahamut and ride the mighty beast into the skies. High above the clouds as a busy day comes ahead of them. Hours later, the Dragon smells something in the air, widening her eyes.

“Bahamut, continue that direction. The Knight lady said we should soon see the city and its two walls.”

“Two walls?”

“Hm, it's one of Gareth’s fortress cities meant to take on the brunt of an Elven invasion. It shouldn’t be too far now, I’m sure you’ll be able to see it.”

“Where should I land?”

“Anywhere, I’ll carry the two to the ground, just hover above the city.”

“Hm.”

After what was only thirty minutes, Bahamut could hear the city, its noise and smell seeping into her senses, the Dragon then perks up its snout to the skies, roaring at the other Wyverns going about in the area, all of them would violently turn away to avoid facing the giant dragon. Peeking out of the clouds, Bahamut could see the massive city and its two walls that branches out to four fortresses a kilometer from the city outskirts.

The giant towers made out of concrete and gold each have a giant ballista on its top and equipment for multiple signal fires and even portals. The large eight lane mega highway that cuts through the city proper and to its rear could be seen for miles and miles, even Bahamut’s sight can’t see its end as she turned around passing a valley behind the city and over the mega bridge that crosses the wide and long valley. The people down below look in awe of the giant black dragon flying above them, with its four legs and giant horns, they could only drop their jaws at the sight of the magnificent otherworldly divine beast.

Soon after, Bahamut roars again and the Wyverns start congregating around the four legged dragon with its lesser brethrens orbiting about it. With skins not as hard nor as armored, and left with two legs and wings and some not even developing horns anymore.

“Goddess, it is an honor to meet you. I am Great Wyvern Synedrus Tranquil Ventus of the Kingdom of the Skies. I never knew I’d meet you here in the space around the city of Alyssum. Queen Catherine had told us of your presence, but to see your magnificence in whole, it is a true blessing. Please, give us your visage and share your divinity so that we may live a better life as a Dragon.”

The gleaming four legged dragon whose entire body is nearly the size of Bahamut’s head flies next to her. His deep voice filled every word with wisdom and respect, and to the Dragon God’s eyes, his rocky armored skin that covered his body piqued her interest.

“Heed me Great Wyvern. Thou’s size is not even that of thine’s head. How does one even decree such a request? Had thou proven oneself in battle? Had thou won wars? Had thou bought back gifts from the conquered ashes of thy enemies?”

Bahamut straightens her wings as she orbits around the city, in the middle of it, on top of a Hill is its yellow Castle defended by three more walls but thinner and lightly defended. The players inside the city would openly panic, hiding in every nook and cranny as the natives just looked in awe of the massive Dragon that’s the size of half of their super settlement orbiting around like a larger Moon around a planet. The wake alone from its wings is enough to send roof tiles flying as the black dragon slowly descended even more. “Countess, go.”

Alana quickly grabs the Priestess by the collar and the Captain by her thin waist, landing perfectly in a square as Bahamut continued to orbit about the city with hundreds of Wyverns of varying sizes flying alongside her, with the biggest one, of coloured White and a skin made out of hardened stones flew next to her head, continually keeping pace and respecting the boundary of the Dragon Goddess by flying a hundred meters from its head.

“I have Goddess, I’ve fought the Elves, the Demons, the Humans, the Beasts, Wolves and Vampires alike and I’ve won them all and became a worthy Senator of the Kingdom of the Skies through battle and conquest.”

“I see, your heart brings truth and your scent doesn’t lie. Then I bless you, be joyous for you and your compatriots. Continue to bring the Dragons might and name to bear to all those who dare oppose our prehistoric might!”

Bahamut’s body lit up and buffed the Dragons as the players continued to run amok in total chaos. “BAHAMUT’S BUFFING THE WYVERNS! SHE’S DOING IT AGAIN! SOMEONE HELP!” The player was speaking in English in his fright and no one was able to understand the man as he continued to scream, remembering the horrors of her boss battles.

“What thou feels is the Blessing of Bahamut, it shall make thou’s flames burn brighter, and thy marvelous skin more tougher. Thou’s wings should also feel lighter and easier to control.”

“Amazing, so this is what it's like to be blessed by a foreign Goddess. I thank you Goddess. May you carry on with your duties, I shall continue to monitor my flock and advise around the city matters.”

“Monitor?”

“Yes, the Praeministrator has recently had a problem with an ancient old occult rising from the depths of the city, decrying statues of great dragons and even destroying icons. I’ve been sent, a part of the Senatorial Council to oversee the happenings from above and report back to Dragovh. To our mighty flying city in the skies, far above the clouds of this plane.”

“Then, may you have a safe journey, Dragovh is far. Far and too far, such travels may need one to fly while sleeping to reach it in time.”

“No matter, it is part of my duty as a Senator. The cursed occult shall be brought to justice for doing such disrespect to our ancient statues. Thank you again Goddess Bahamut for your blessing.”

The Great White Wyvern roars, his four horns gleaming as he does a 180 degree turn and the other Wyverns start flying next to Bahamut, giving the giant black dragon their thanks and some offering food that they’ve been hauling on their back as tribute. Others would even bring live Cows stolen from a nearby pasture to give to the black Dragon. Soon after, Bahamut descends below the valley and disappears.

-BAM!- The doors of a Pub swing open with a black gothic queen all tired and stressed from her posture alone. Looking at Alana who looked to be depressed as the Captain continued nagging about the Holy See’s scriptures and teaching while Seiness ate in silence with her pork. Bahamut quickly walks to their table and slams her hands into it.

“Where is Fridge?!”

“Oh finally, you’ve arrived oh Goddess.”

“SHHHH, Don’t even get me started with that.”

“Though you're a pretty good God to give those who aren’t under your servitude such blessings.”

“Tsk, it is but a duty. The cultures are different from those of where I came from. No matter who, as long as they’ve fought and won in battle deserve the blessing of any Dragon God.”

“Well, Miss Julianne here has been giving me a religious lecture about the importance of Battle for her kind and why the Bishop shouldn’t be disturbed so easily even though I merely want to talk to him about what they plan to do with Seiness.”

“Enough, ENOUGH. I want to eat more. Give me steak! The tribute was good, but cooked Steak is still something else! Bring me some!”

After eating four plates of meat, Bahamut finally relaxes and calms down with Seiness looking at her with such intentful eyes.

“What? Got a problem with me wolf?”

“N-No. I just never met someone so relaxed with their title, Goddess Bahamut… and your chest is very… bountiful…”

The Wolfgirl looks at her own and her face dims at the difference between the mature and younger body.

“Title? What about my title? Also, all I knew is that most good looking human females have big chests and thus I merely replicated it.”

“It’s just that I have never seen anyone in the Holy See who holds a high rank like Bishop ever look relaxed or calm. But somehow, you're able to do it. It's very impressive, Goddess Bahamut.”

“It’s just a title. Don’t think too much about it, I could lay to you fifty titles I was given throughout my years or hundreds if you have the time. Thousands if you have years to spare.”

“But doesn’t the responsibility weigh on you at all, Goddess Bahamut? To see so many of your kin look up to you and wish for your blessing? The look in their eyes, in dependence on your power and divinity to carry them through the day?”

“Look-” Bahamut eats another steak, prompting Alana to lift her veil as she continues to listen to Captain Julianne lecture her about Vampires and their blasphemy to Deus Vrax and the heinous act committed to their Great Library. “You shouldn’t let such things cloud your mind. You have a duty, a lifelong duty and responsibility. Do it as natural as you can, let those who follow you see that it’s not stressful. Just be yourself as Master would say, don’t fret about things that won’t matter to you.”

“Ehhhhh, you make it sound so easy, Goddess Bahamut.”

“Because it is. Do not be like the humans that like to make things harder on themselves and then find a way to create some machination to make it less harder even though they bought it upon themselves. Tell, what’s the culture of the Wolf human kin?”

“Well, I don’t really know, Goddess. I was taken as a slaver when I was young. All I knew was that my tribe was known for its divinity and connection to the Gods, it just so happens that it could also translate to the youngest of all the Gods. Deus Vrax.”

“Then what’s the difference between those with fur and looks like an upright great wolf and those like you? Who looks like a normal human but with wolf ears.”

“Oh uhm, we are in the middle. Those with fur are usually shunned and are contained in the continent of Schon, those you see here are probably for carnivals and circuses. But those we call Werewolves, they are the strongest and most powerful of our kin. Only, they are last seen in the continent of Meridia. My type on the other hand is the most common of all, as we’re a result of evolution and breeding with the humans and elves, Goddess.”

“I see so many variations! Why can’t you be like the humans, human is human. Look at you with all sorts of types and such, gives me the same headache with us Dragons. Dragon, Great Dragon, Dragon Lord, Elder Dragon, and don’t even get me started with the mixed titles like the one given to me far beyond the time of humans. Dragon God Warrior Queen Bahamut or the types that vary from Rock Dragon to Lightning Dragon to those who also have mixed powers!”

“Pffffff-” Seiness covers her mouth after seeing Bahamut read out her full title without flinching. Laughter slowly spilling out of her throat as Bahamut looked completely serious about it and not a joke in any way. Stopping her rant about the naming scheme of the Dragons as she looks at the happy wolf girl next to her.

“Yeah yeah yeah, we Dragons aren’t the best when it comes to names. Even my name isn’t much, Bahamut, Baha means Over, Mut means either Lord or Master. It’s also a males name, I swear my Mother is fooling me with this name.”

“Eh, wait what? Bahamut is a male’s name?”

“Yes, yes it is Alana. It’s a very manly name given to the olden Dragon Gods before me and my parents. Far before the continents even formed in Tur. Originated from the word Bahmeer. Or Overgod.”

“But wait Goddess, how many followers do you have now to have such divinity?”

“A handful, but it should be thousands of souls that have passed me in the Abyss, wandering alone and without purpose. I gave them purpose and led them to the afterlife in exchange of their fealty even in the next plane. There’s also the Dragon Knights and the Shrine that I hope will be done soon.”

“Wow, then Goddess. Does this mean your power will never waver?”

“No, so even after all of your worlds are gone. I’ll carry on and continue living. You are still young Seiness, very young. You might even be half of the age of Master. Be sure to live your life to the fullest.”

“Amazing Goddess. This is the first I’ve heard of such things, talking to you really made me feel relaxed and calm. I represent my kin, the Demi human wolves, many of which see themselves as wanting to be part of the Holy See but are turned away.”

“Then be sure to do your best. Don’t fret too much as it might give that cute face of yours wrinkles. I do not know how much of your blood is human, but you better take care of yourself. Human bodies are extremely fragile and easy to tear apart.”

“Of course Goddess, but I’ll fight on with better will. So that I may be able to successfully become the first Warrior Nun of the Holy See who is a Demihuman.”

“Good, now Julianne. Could you simmer down? Alana is already stressed enough. I can feel her senses getting dulled from your lecture.”

“O-Oh, sorry Goddess.”

“Ahhhh, now! More meat! It’s great that soldiers and nuns of the Holy See get discounts! Master should totally get one too!”

“Bahamut, don’t. Our Lord is also stressed enough.”

“I know, but getting discounts would help a lot with our expenses… I think.”

After eating and resting for a bit, the four women carry on to the vibrant city and its stone paths and sidewalks. The wooden houses all had no glass and the smell was mixed from all walks of life, from food, to the people, and the dung strewn across the path. Walking in front of them, one of the adventurer knights looks at his back, curious of the clacking sounds and gets the scare of his life.

“BA-BA-BA-”

“¿Qué? ¿Qué es?”

“L-Look.”

“¡OH SANTA MARIA! ¡ES EL DRAGÓN NEGRO!”

“SHHHHHH!”

“Oy, I heard you two. Chosen ones I guess?”

“Y-Yes. He-hello Bahamut.”

“Hello. Nice to meet you.”

“N-nice to-to meet you too… uhm…” inside his helmet, the man is sweating like an open faucet. He wanted to wipe it even though the air was cold as winter but without the snow, only the dropping temperature didn’t stop the human player from dehydrating himself from the tantamount of fright he is getting from having Bahamut so close to his proximity. “What’re you doing here Bahamut? Shouldn't you be like… in the Abyss or something?”

“We’re looking for the Dragon Knights.”

“O-oh! My Spanish friend here actually went to their Chapter once to collect a bounty on a Wyvern.”

“Ahhhhh…. Si. Me Ingles not good. But go around… the… ehhhh… cuadrado? And uhm… left till you see big house with glass windows. Si.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

The two suddenly lit up and screamed from the top of their voices just to feel lighter and powerful. The man opens his pouch and takes a book, inside it was his player stats and equipment. To his surprise, he was buffed with “Favor of Bahamut”, he then presses at it and the pages turn and starts inscribing in ink the description of the buff.

“A blessing from the Dragon God Bahamut, this is a typical blessing Dragons give to humans that have become their servants or have earned their favor in either battle or meeting. Just like the Blessing of Thorbolt or Greifnir, this Divine blessing gives the player an additional stat in Strength, Dexterity, and Intelligence and an extra boost in Fire magic.

This Buff does not stack. Magic type: Divine, Stackable: No, Given by player/NPC: Dragon God Bahamut”

“Wo-woah! That’s super cool!”

“Carry on now. You Chosen Ones are always so rowdy, even in another world. Don’t make too much of a mess now.”

“Well Goddess, you're still as beautiful as the day you blessed us with your human form. Even to this very day, the community is still smitten by your looks.”

“HAH, that’s only a one off thing. Be happy so many of you get to see myself in such a fighting form. That’s the only time I’ve been forced to change from my Dragon form to my human one.”

“Thank you still. Though, just saying. But I love how you look and the design is very gothic.”

“G-GOTHIC?! Grrrrrr…”

Seeing her anger, the two scurry off into the crowd as they come in view of the square. Bahamut led them as Alana walked in the open with her pointy ears out. Not afraid to show herself as she blended in with the Elves that were part of the crowd in the city.

“Uhm, what did the humans say?”

“We’ll continue onwards. To the square and we’ll make a left turn. Julianne.”

“Yes Goddess?”

“Did Commander Fridge say anything about a place to meet up?”

“No, that man is so free spirited. He just said to go and find them.”

“Eh? What’s the malfunction of these Outworlders?! I swear!”

“Let it be Alana. Julianne, do you know what their building looks like?”

“Yes, it's one of the only structures in the city that has glass windows.”

“Okay, I’ll lead us. I’m pretty tall anyways, don’t lose me now.”

She then takes a left at the square where the market stalls were double the numbers and horses were even parked outside of the shops and houses. There were even tanned people from Meridia, selling jewelry and lamps from their far away land to High Elves selling tools alongside Dwarves with their modified stalls made out of wood and metal, some having altercations with the High Elves “OY YA’ POINTY EAR’ED KNACKA’! THAT WAS MY CUSTOMER!” Busy stealing their customers with special attractive perfumes.

“Goddess, the Outworlders managed to force you into your human form?”

“Yes, yes they did. I am still very angry about that but it was a good and worthy battle. Even one I cannot deny, was pretty awesome. Hundreds and thousands of Chosen Ones stormed my Labyrinth. Built by the now extinct Cult of Bahamut.”

“You had a Cult before Goddess?”

“I indeed did have one. But they're all dead now, the last war between the humans and elves in Tur killed them all off. The Labyrinth they built for me was one of their last gifts and I made sure that I protected them in the Abyss, in their walk to the other side. It’s the least I could do for their great and loyal servitude.”

====ADD PART MORE PART, ABOUT 10K WORDS ABOUT DOING THINGS AROUND THE CITY WITH BAHAMUT====

Walking through the busy street, they meet a patrol of soldiers being led by a Knight from the Kingdom of Gareth, adorned by their blue and yellow armor. The Knight curiously looks at the tall woman in the blackest funeral gown he’d seen in his entire life.

“Halt.”

Daringly, he pushes his horse right in front of Bahamut who stopped at her tracks. Looking around and seeing that they are surrounded.

“What’s a vampire doing in these Holy Premises?”

Unsheathing his ornate rapier, the Knight points it at Alana who just sighs at the situation.

“Look human, I’m not here to make a ruckus.”

Coming out of the crowd behind them is Captain Julianne who quickly grabs the tip of the rapier and points it down.

“Knight! She’s gotten permission by the Bishop and Pope”

“What?! Grrrrrr… What's with the current Pope and his blasphemous ways?! How is this allowed? Had you all forgotten what these eternal beasts had done to your religion and holy sites?!”

“I know Lord-”

“Flauchat.”

“Lord Flauchat. But the Pope has his plans and so does the Bishop.”

“Tsk, no wonder the Outworlders were tasked with protecting him. Be warned, both of you. One in black and one in red.”

“Wiat me? I’m not a vampire! I’m a Dragon!”

“Silence! As if a Dragon would wear such sad and foreboding darb, a divine creature would never dare wear such deplorable clothing. Funeral clothes in our wonderful fortress city, how disrespectful!”

Bahamut then lifts her veil, the Knight and his men are instantly enamored by her pretty pale face, carved beautifully with a sharp chin and nose, her face was too perfect to be human and so does her teeth as she pulls the tip of her lips to reveal the sharp Dragon teeth that’s now replaced the human ones.

“Want to get a feel of these?!”

“G-Goodness! How reprobate of you, to show your teeth to a Lord!”

Seeing the situation getting more tense, Julianne steps forward even more. Bowing as much as she could to the man in full armor.

“I apologize! Please be on your way! I’ll continue to do my best to look after them!”

“Hmmm… well I do respect the Knights of the Holy See. Commoners turned to Knights, what regiment did you come from woman?”

“Captain Julianne Ammor of his Papacy, in charge of a Sixteenth Crusader Company in Gareth, from the 1st Special Knight Regiment of Monsignore Henry The First!”

“Oh, the Legendary Henry The First is the one whom you answer to?”

“Yes, he is also my mentor and teacher. He had taught me more about the sword and also in the art of mathematics and linguistics.”

“Hmmmm… do say my thanks to Lord Henry when you meet him. I still owe him a favor for saving my wife from the Outworlders.”

“Of course.”

“Be on your way then, but if I caught you vampire from even remotely thinking of drinking blood. I will behead you and parade your naked body on the streets of the city.”

“Ahem, it's Lady Minuit to you.”

“Whatever, Men! Let us be on our way! Those Ogres won’t kill themselves!”

He then continues onward with his troop, disappearing into the crowd as Alana looks around and sees that Bahamut is no longer with them. “EH?! HOW?!” Julianne then soon realizes that one of them is missing and it's the one hardest to miss. “Heretic, we must find the Goddess!”

Half a kilometer away, Bahamut sees an interesting looking fruit that has a crimson glow to it. The red skinned demon man on the stall curiously looks up to see the veiled face of the Black Queen right in front of him.

“Uhmmm…”

“What’re these called?”

“They are Red Pumilas… exported from the lands of Vitas itself. These are one of a kind Lady! Nobles are known to love these, mixing them into their drinks to produce toxins that could heal wounds without magic and even the pain in the head you get after drinking too much!”

“Huh, interesting.” She then lowers her head, using her hand to stop her long hair from enveloping the fruit nearest to her. Sniffing it, the Dragon God’s eyes open up at how sweet and pungent its fragrance is.

“Oh, you plan on using it for perfumes? I have ones that are already prepared for that.”

“Ah no. I’m merely curious at what could be eaten here. These are grown at Vitas, correct?”

“Yup! In my home region of Vertatks! It’s one of the most common fruits there but is an absolute rarity here, it's just the price really that scares most away but the Nobles, hoo boy do they want these in crateloads!”

“And what type of creature are you to be exact?”

“Oh, me? I’m a Demon half Incubus. Though don’t worry! The only women that usually fall for me are the green skinned ones with more muscles than ten Druisvikings!”

“So you're defective?”

“Ah… erm… that is kinda the right word but isn’t that a bit too much? Also, where did you hail from? First time I’ve heard of that Accent… Or is that Draconian?”

“Draconian? Oh, the language of the Dragons of this world. Nay, it’s a mixture of a foreign one.”

“That explains it. Well, I warn you alright. This city might be protected, but that doesn’t mean you're safe inside. This place has a dark past and history to it before the Knights came and brought civilization to this place.”

“Really? Could this be something with the occult?”

“Oh, rumors get around fast. Yes, I heard the Occults are actually some sort of Ghost or Undead creatures for when before this city was but a meager town full of maneaters and Devil Gods worshippers. They who thrive in chaos as they are called.”

“Hm, and their problem with the Dragons?”

“Don’t know, it might be because they're jealous. All of their members are humans from what I know and humans are very jealous of Dragons and their power coupled with the eternity makes the humans want to feel such a thing.”

“Haaaaaaa… I see. Well, I’m off then.”

“Wa-wait! Aren’t you gonna buy anything? I’d really like a Royal to become my customer!”

“I’m not a Royal. I lead no Kingdom, I am but a representative of the Dragons as a whole. Now, I shall be gone.” Bahamut continues to sniff the air and lets the interesting scents lead her to places. A few minutes later, a beautiful blonde Knight runs to the Demon man's stall, panting heavily. “HAVE YOU SEEN A WOMAN-”

“Tall? Wearing a funeral outfit with a fancy crown? Over there.”

“THANK YOU! ALSO, I’LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER! THIS PLACE IS ONLY FOR HUMANS AND ELVES!”

“Pfftt! I got a permit from the Castle you Holy Slut!”

Julianne wanted to fight him but looked away for the time being. Running into the crowd as Bahamut continues to walk randomly through the lively clouds as stalls filled with Elves and Humans continue to barter with each other. People carrying sacks of grain and sugar cane on top of their heads and in special backpacks dodge the woman as they continue about their busy day. Players on the other hand could faintly see Bahamut’s crown and due to her above average height, only Elves are able to hide her immense presence thanks to her stature.

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Most of those who had fought her in battles run amok through the crowd while some just stare in absolute fright of seeing her past while the Natives just stare with respect or admiration. Behind the busy road is a tall tower where Wyverns would drop off packages and cargo and a special elevator run by magic would lift it down to be distributed amongst carriages and merchants. Ontop of one of them is Alana, with her bat wings out in full and looking out for Bahamut whose scent is clouded by the smelly city.

“Tsk, hey you! Human!”

“Eh? O-OH!” Before he could run at the sight of the vampire who he had been ignoring, the poor Commoner is grabbed by his garb. “Is there anything interesting happening? My Dragon friend seemed to have been captivated by the scent of something.” The man just continued to squirm and resist her grab. “C’MON! At least tell me some rumors or something!”

“All I know is that the recent Ogre raids have been something with the Occult! As Ogres feed off dark energy or something and they get attracted to the Fortress city by sneaking around the valley and avoiding the Fortresses!”

A Grayish Wyvern with a rocky skin then lands and lowers its head to meet Alana’s eyes.

“Hello Vampire. I saw you on top of the Goddess. What seems to be your query?”

The deep and monstrous voice of the Dragon was mixed with a somber and wisdom tone to it that made the Countess respect him instantly.

“Bahamut seems to have attracted the scent of something. But I do not know what it is.”

“Hm… begone human. I shall tend to the woman’s questions.”

The commoner scurried off as soon as Alana let go of him. Running past his colleagues who continue to work, taking the latches of the Wyverns so that the cargo they have could be moved to the giant lift.

“I am the great Stone Wyvern Lapis Cassius of the Northern Flying City of Magnus Cataracta. Pleased to be with you Vampire, I’ve only recently gained my immortality.”

“Pleased to meet you Sir Lapis Cassius. I am Countess Alana le Minuit of Manor Chaîne de Montagnes of House Minuit. I’ve come here on a mission with the Holy See to protect a girl named Seiness and have her delivered to the Bishop.”

“Interesting, the Holy See has become very Liberal to allow their most devilish arch nemesis the vampires to work with them. Now, about the scent. I do indeed have smelled something particularly dangerous brewing from the soil below this land. But the Elder Wyvern had told us all to not mess with the affairs of their department.”

“Regardless Sir Cassius, I request that you aid me. I believe your sense of smell should be able to lead me to where that Dragon has gone to. On behalf of My Lord and Family, I humble you to please come and help me find her.”

Workers on top of the tower then unlatch the pack on his back, letting him stretch his body as he changes into his human form. “Oh my, what a handsome lad you are.” he uses his hand to fix his hair as he reveals his muscular human form. With a wide jawline and shiny black hair with a waistcoat and suspenders. He leads the Countess down the tower as he smells the air.

“Hm, Lady Minuit. Your problem stems down to the sewers.”

His human voice is far different from the monstrous one when in Dragon form. The handsome man is totally different with a softer and respectful tone.

“Heavens me, and I’ll be with that annoying Dragon woman for the rest of the day. Bathing her is also my responsibility. I have trained her but I forgot to teach her how to clean her hair when it gets sticky from mud and other stuff.”

“Ahahahahah, you shouldn’t care too much about that Lady Minuit. A Dragon God never gets dirty nor smelly.”

“Not with her, she always doesn’t care and would walk into a swamp if the smell deemed it necessary. Sir Cassius, are you truly sure about this?”

The man puts his hands into his pockets and sniffs the air even more. “Follow me Lady Minuit.” He then starts walking through the crowd, zig zagging like Bahamut before them. A few hundred meters in the front is Captain Julianne who had entered the poorer part of town. Barely clothed people on the street with the smell of death lingering in every nook and cranny. The beautiful Holy blonde Knight looked out of place as the colorful atmosphere of the city was replaced with a gray and dark one.

Walking through the messy street full of debris and houses that look to have been burned or blown up before and are merely standing on a handful of pillars and the strong foundation, she continues to patrol around till finding a seemingly ghostly figure of a man wearing a gleaming white toga with gold engravings strewn into the cloth. Seeing the figure, she immediately runs to it just for the person to already be gone the moment she reaches the alley.

Looking around, the woman notices the tracks left by the person. She follows it, walking over sleeping hobos. On top of a building, an Elf with a grayish corpse-like skin watches the Holy woman walk through the decrepit part of town with ease, visibly smiling at the sight of the beautiful blonde girl with the shiny Knight armor of the Holy See that shows her curves and features perfectly. Out of place compared to the barely clothed people that surround the area.

The Elf follows her around as the woman walks through the muddy ground. Even lifting her cape as the feces littered on the ground is on a whole different level. There was no carriage, no horse on sight in the dark part of town on the broad day. Not so far behind, Alana holds Cassius’ arm.

“Don’t tell me-”

“Well, I can smell the scent of the-”

Putting her slender long finger at the mouth of the Dragon man. He just blushes a bit as Alana thinks with her hand on her hip.

“Okay… even here. I can already smell that part of town.”

“Then why not use magic?”

“Waste magic for this?!”

“Well…”

“Haaaaaa… the things I do for that stupid Dragon. My Lord must have the patience of a Saint to be able to put up with this hubris. Where did even Julianne go?”

Down below on the sewers, Bahamut is floating through the mud in the tunnel. Her ghostly image of a floating woman in a dark gown looked as if she came to haunt the people down below the city as she floated through the dark place without a single pint of light. Getting deeper and deeper into the complex system of tunnels and secret paths, she punches through one of the walls that reveals another secret that wreaks of the smell that’s gotten her interest.

Flying into it, the Dragon is teleported to somewhere, hearing the flowing water ringing through the tunnel. “Ohhh, teleportation. Fancy.” She then walks into the darkness, revealing a massive open part inside the valley with a river flowing down from the upper part of the terrain. Looking around, the beautiful sight of the suspended rock that she’s on top of alongside some ruins seems to be ready to fall hundreds of feets down into the ground. Ignoring everything and following the scent, she goes further into the makeshift path.

Floating about the place, the woman goes into a small path into the valley that has light peeking through it. On the other side is a gigantic mass of flesh and blood held together by giant chains latched into strangely metallic pillars. Apart from that, everything else is a ruin with what could be walls or parts of a building overtaken by the rock and soil with only the circular platform with ancient ruins with a pulsating flesh on top of it. Far down below, she could see people walking about in robes that completely hid their faces.

With a grin on her face, the Dragon floats down in absolute silence. Not making a single sound as the lookout only saw a seemingly demonic shadow pass them without disturbing even a single molecule.

“You felt that right?”

“Yup.”

“Should we uhm… tell the Scholar about this?”

“I don’t think we should. It might finally be the ancient dark soul that we’ve been looking for.”

“Are you sure? That felt a bit too dangerous.”

“Wouldn’t that be the point of the soul that nearly killed Deus Vrax?”

“I don’t know… I feel like that feels like something very bad.”

“Ugh, okay. I’ll go and report it.”

In Front of the mass of flesh is another person wearing a Robe. Holding a thick raggedy book that’s somehow still readable and functional. Opening it, a seemingly dark aura follows and engulfs the person in the robes. “Heed…. HEED ME MORTAL. I can feel it, the death, the tools used for it, and the souls… Have you bought what I was promised?” closing it. The person kneels down and grabs something from its pocket. Pulling out an AN/PRC-152 handheld combat radio still tuned into a frequency.

“Shadow Two-Six, the Ogres have been cleared. Some snobby ass Knight boy with goons cleared them.”

“Copy Silicon One. Head back to base, we’ll investigate the rising demonic and Ogre activity later.”

“Roger that Shadow Two Six, we’ll be boarding back to the MRAPs and returning to base.”

The pulsating flesh then shoots a part of itself into it. Darkness once again engulfs the Scholar. “Hmmmm… These tools… tools used for war… for death… for misery and pain… I can do it… I shall kill what I couldn’t and bring that God down to me with these weapons…” on an Outpost a few kilometers away, the UH-60M Blackhawk seemingly has its radio turned on and soon, begins a cold to dark start up on its own. Prompting the Mechanic to run to the Ground Power Unit attached to it.

Running into the tail, he notices that it's not even connected and a panic starts as its rotors spool up and take off, running to the road, their armored vehicles running on their own rolls into the valley. Many of the players just left speechless as their military equipment ran out on them without any explanation. One of the Sergeants in charge goes on a blaze at the radio, which could be heard by Bahamut inside the valley. Echoing inside the cave as the flesh moves more on its own. She stops reading the book as soon as the Scholar enters the room.

“W-WHO’RE YOU?!”

The voice of the woman rings out but no one outside the wooden door goes in.

“I get the feeling you are now regretting having soundproof these doors.”

Bahamut’s soft and mature motherly voice echoed inside the small cell and she turned around, her strange Divine eyes with the swirling ring on her pupils staring down the mortal.

“I demand you hand me that book. I really do not want to create chaos amongst you Chosen Ones as it seems that many of you are misguided. You shall not and will not cause imbalance to the cycle of life. That creature you are trying to bring back is an alien created by the hatred of all things that live.”

“Are you crazy?! How dare you demand something like that? Do you know how much we’ve worked to achieve this?”

“Oh, you don’t recognize me?”

“I do and I know how unbearable you are and irredeemable! Is this merely a tribute to your thirst for power?! Is being a Dragon God not enough for you?!”

“Says the mortal trying to revive a creature that is a blasphemy to life itself.”

“Tsk, so you're gonna do what you do best? Destroy everything in your path with your unreasonable thought process? Like you did to us and the community for years?!”

“Yes. Yes I will. Now, hand over that book so that I may cleanse it or…”

“Or…?”

“I will kill you right here, including your soul and destroy these ruins alongside that abomination.”

The ground then shakes as an AH-64D Apache enters the valley cave. Hovering near the giant pound of flesh as skulls and bones start to drop from it. The player inside is trying to fight the controls, visibly trying to move the stick in any direction as it gets nearer and nearer to the flesh. Soon, the tip of the rotors hit the flesh. Throwing blood and guts and bones everywhere as it completely tilts inwards and a tentacle pushes the helicopter into it and eats the entire thing.

Another one then comes in, flying straight at the mound of organs. The Blackhawk is completely engulfed and eaten and then an Mi-28N Havoc comes in and also flies into the mess that’s growing more and more. An explosion is then heard.

Bahamut walks out the smoke. Blowing the flame on the tip of her finger. People in robes then attack her in a tight hallway with serrated knives just to be turned into ash without even a single look. Soon, every stone and metal door explodes, completely destroying the place as she continues to walk nonchalantly from the fire and flames behind. The two robed cultists on the door could see the faint silhouette of Bahamut walking closer to the exit and an F-15 Strike Eagle flies above them and to the flesh. Seeing the situation, they just shrugged at each other and made a run for it.

Exiting out the remains of a fortress as the entire thing explodes. The Dragon God looks at the now monstrous flesh that has overtaken its chains completely as the fighter wings of Sukhois, MiGs, Lockheed, and Boeing aircraft protrude from the flesh, making it fly to the outside. Bahamut runs to the end of the platform and dives straight into a freefall as she changes into her Dragon form while the flesh starts to hover around.

Down below outside the valley cave, players are trying to get their armor to move. The handful of APCs, MBTs and IFVs have their crews absolutely baffled at the sudden automation of their vehicles and soon after, a giant shadow hovers over them and the crewmen look up and immediately swallow their saliva.

The Giant flying pulsating flesh with the wings of fighter jets is then cut by the claws of Bahamut, just for it to drop down to the ground and eat up the tanks and other armored vehicles that have assembled. Soon after, a giant turret of an Abrams pops from its top and shoots at the Black Dragon which tanks it and keeps flying. The flesh then reassembles itself as in the horizon, the more giant dragon visibly turns around, in its wake is the destroyed cloud formations from its huge wings.

Its head then changes to giant AIM-9 Sidewinders which fires into the path of the Black Dragon who once again tanks the damage just for another Dragon with a white gleaming color and a skin of gravel and stone with four horns lands on top of it. Digging its claws to the flesh and taking off, dragging it far from the city proper that was just a few kilometers from it. The people on top of the valley bridge just stared in confusion as the Great Wyvern got shot at and fired on by countless types of heavy calibers and cannons with its skin slowly giving away at the amount of fire it was taking.

Soon, a powerful 125mm round hits its belly, prompting the Great Wyvern to scream as Bahamut swoops it, her two front legs holding giant red and black lightning bolts and sending it into the mound of flesh. Throwing the tanks and aircraft it ate down to the ground. But the flesh again eats it all up as Bahamut and the Great Wyvern go in and breathe their fire, one of Divinity and one of True Burning Prehistoric Flames.

“Ah! Goddess! How good to have your presence here!”

“We meet again Great Wyvern. I suggest you make space when you see faint traces of red lightning hitting the ground!”

“Of course! This shall be a battle I’ll remember till my last breath on this plane!”

The two then turns around together and but this time, the smaller Great Wyvern Ventus goes for the belly of the now armored and armed flesh that has reactive armor and era blocks popping out of its body, the large tiles of armor is useless against the two Dragons claws but the flesh merely regenerates and produces more and more till even Bahamut’s long claws is unable to cut straight into its flesh. Soon after, it becomes a round ball of armor and guns start to appear from it. A giant red and black lightning once again strikes it and this time hitting multiple times at the same exact spot.

With the powerful bolts of darkness and fire burst through its innards, like a tungsten penetrator going at hardened steel, the flesh starts to fly away with a sedan sized hole going through its top to bottom. Ventus tries to grab it, but the size of the mound of flesh has grown far too large for even the building sized White Dragon and looks at Bahamut who then grips its claws into the armored core. Soon after, more Wyverns arrive but Synedrus Tranquil Ventus roars at them. Prompting the Lesser Dragons to back off from the Divine fight occurring right in front of them.

Bahamut with the ball of reactive armor and era blocks grabbed flies far into the next region and into the empty land is where it drops it. Crushing the ball of armor with its immense weight and size. The Black Dragon then stomps it multiple times pushing it into a hole. Ventus then lands at the crater created and looks at it.

BANG! A giant shell flies straight into his head, but Bahamut’s wings push the White Dragon away and the shell explodes right underneath its chin. With burning and angry eyes, a shiny light appears and another shell hits the Black Dragon, prompting it to open its mouth and fire a huge laser down the hole. The Dragon didn’t well up for a good minute, leaving a burning ditch on the ground that’s heated up to a magma and down below, the flesh immediately recovers itself and is instantly covered by tank armor and era blocks once again. A mechanical sound then follows and as if a hydraulic pump’s air is suddenly released.

Out of nowhere, a hand uppercuts Bahamut and Ventus look at it, hearing the massive crash, as if two skyscrapers hit each other at lightning speed.

The White Dragon looks in awe of an armored humanoid giant, standing as tall as him. Its curvy body is covered by modern armor and tank cannons on its shoulders and on its back, a jet pack that’s the engines of an F-15 and a Sukhoi Su-35 but enlarged with two that is capable of Thrust Vectoring, two giant machine guns with under barrel rotating shotgun barrels are also slinged to the pack. “What… in the Heavens…?” The armored giant looks at him with a head fashioned to that of a MICH 2002. It grabs the Great Wyvern by the throat, lifting it up as it tries to free itself. The giant smoothbore cannon on its shoulders points at Ventus’ head and fires high explosive rounds into its head. The giant lead casings crashed into the ground like buses dropped from a cargo plane.

Before his throat is completely crushed and his head blown apart, the spiky tail of Bahamut swipes it far. “Ventus! This thing will never die! I shall instead banish it to the Abyss where it may bother no one! Give me time! Haste!” The giant black dragon slithers into the hole like a snake, missing the hand of the armored giant by mere centimeters as it dual wields its giant guns and shoots at Ventus. The huge rounds were a mixture of Armor Piercing, High Explosive, Two Hundred Gauge, and Giant Slug rounds, making the Dragon fall back a bit from the sheer amount of firepower directed to him.

Having made enough space, Ventus launches a massive golden flame, melting the bullets and prompting the Armored Giant to take off and dodge the divine fire. It soon hovers right on top of the white Great Wyvern and shoots the joints of its wings, prompting Ventus to roll and weave as accurate fire from above strikes him down. The Armored Giant then pops hatches on its back and Cruise Missiles fire from it and lands on the Great Wyvern. Causing a massive explosion that could be seen from miles and miles.

On the large hole, Bahamut’s long tail could be seen violently wagging as lasers appear on the sky, painting a magic circle of epic proportions, just as the Armored Giant was about to try to rip Ventus’ wings off, it turns around and tries to drag Bahamut out of the hole but is only thrown far from its tail. Ventus then takes off, flying straight up to the clouds.

Back in the Fortress City’s sewers. Alana is with Julianne as Cassius sniffs the ground and the walls for any traps. The trio walk through seemingly triggered ones and ashes that litter the ground. Mixing with the decrepit sewer water.

“Oh, I’ve also heard there’s a new route and it is the farthest one recorded yet. All the way to Schon, to the Kingdom you hail from Lady Minuit.”

“Ah yes, good to know the news has already gotten to you.”

“I couldn’t believe it when the Wyvern told me he came from Schon. I thought we were all extinct from there, my brothers and sisters live on. I might one day try this journey, but I do not fly well while sleeping.”

“It’s only going to get better Sir Cassius. Many big things are planned for the future of the Vampire Kingdom.”

“Hm, I hope I’ll still be alive to see it for myself.”

“Haven’t you recently attained your immortality?”

“I have, but that doesn’t mean I am immune to more powerful enemies.”

Miles away, Bahamut is thrown out of the hole with a giant red laser, the armored ball of flesh now appears once again but this time with antennas and cable around its top as countermeasures appear on its side. The giant Black Dragon grows even larger and stands on its hind legs. It looks down on its belly and notices a small dent on its metallic scale, sending it ablaze as it roars to the skies, the Armored Giant tries to shoot it but its bullets and shells merely bounce off the scales.

“HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU!”

On its two frontal hands are conceptual swords that’re now enlarged to fit Bahamut’s current size. The huge blades were so tall and big that it’d seem like she was wielding twelve storey buildings as weapons.

“These two blades, Darkarth and Core. One melted from steel that predates that of the humans and lizards, and Core, my beloved iridescent sword that cuts through time and reality itself. Be happy Abomination that you have forced me to do this and even make me reveal these wonderful swords to your disgusting presence.”

Bahamut slashes the air lifts up the two swords as purple lightning bounces off the two blades and the rocks and soil around the area start floating, the Armored Giant tries to grab the sword but is swiftly cut in multiple pieces and explodes. Soon, the magic circle on top of them gets ablaze and a giant portal opens. “OUR BATTLE HAS NOT ENDED! I SHALL TREAT YOU LIKE HOW I TREATED THE GOD OF WAR! WE WILL CONTINUE THIS DIVINE BATTLE IN THE ABYSS! TILL THEN! REST AND PREPARE YOURSELF FOR I WILL FIGHT YOU IN MY TRUE FORM!” She flies straight at the Armored Flesh and stakes it with the black longsword that is Darkarth, its reddish blade drinking the blood seeping from the penetrated armor.

It fires all of its boosters and points them upwards, giving resistance to the Black Dragon and starts shooting in all directions in an attempt to hit any weakness on Bahamut’s armored skin. Ventus appears from the clouds above and punches through the portal, biting the Armored Flesh and removing it from the sword and spitting it into the portal and Bahamut completely closes it instantly with an explosion following afterward.

“What now… Goddess?”

“I’ll fight that thing in the Abyss. Not here, if I was to bring my true form here. Then it may only signify the End of the World. I shall not do that, nay. But one day, I will return to the Abyss and there, I shall kill it.”

“Good, let that Blasphemy die. The God Angus made it from all the hatred and killing that was past or present. To think it’d use the technology of the Outworlders like that…”

“Hm, but even then. My power is no match to it. I will finish it off later. Go on your way now Great Wyvern. I shall see to it you are blessed till the last day of your life.”

“Thank you Goddess. I may need to rest for the next hundred years with all these wounds.”

“Hm, but you’ve fought bravely and mighty. Like a true Dragon, remember this battle, record it on whatever paper or tablet you have and let it be known that the Dragons has once again won against its enemies. Even ones that defy all logic itself.

Bahamut then sizes back down and flies to the Valley once again where Alana and Julianne are checking out the remains of the platform.

“Where have you been?!”

“Not now, follow me. Something is not right with this.”

“Eh? Why?”

“The ones who did this are not only Natives, but also Chosen Ones. The text that was written on that woman's cell, it was in Common… English.”

“Goodness me does this mean?”

On a Bell tower overlooking the Fortress castle in the middle of the city, a wizard with a large robe and gigantic staff opens his arms. “Well, there goes the plan to destroy this place without making a ruckus.” He clenches his right hand. “Time to get down and dirty I guess.” deploying a golden aura that swirled around him. The transparent magic ball on his staff with a tiny miniature version of Tur rotating on top of it lights up. “Lord of All that is brown and green, I call upon you. BRING ME POWER AND DIVIDE THIS CURSED LAND!” a massive quake rocks the ground as some of the older buildings near the outer rim of the city completely collapse.

Straight through the middle of the city, kilometers long of a surface rupture begins and the soil starts getting displaced. Magma is then seen spill out on some of the openings, inside the walls, the entire city panic as riots follow along.

At the outpost of the Dragon Knights, Bahamut was about to eat a pound of cooked steak with teary eyes when the ground started shaking. Without notice, she runs outside and takes off and looks at the city from above. She sees the main start of it near the gate to the palace and violently lands on it. Her legs between the opening maw of the tectonic plates moving apart. Digging her high heels into the stone, the woman didn’t even have to make a sound as her hand touched the two plates and the shaking completely stopped.

A quake then follows once again as the plates try to go apart but Bahamut’s magic keeps it in place and even slowly returns to its original position as Wyverns with control over fire and water started to help the local populace, extinguishing fires on houses and lifting debris from roads and trapped people. Seeing the rapture return, the Wizard disappears as the wails of thousands of people in agony could be heard. The Dragon God then goes to the top of the Castle, reaching out her open palm and the spreading fires were all snuffed out as a tornado of flames surrounded her then disappeared.

Only the embers were left and some remaining smoke but the entire city was saved from being burned and torn apart through the middle. She immediately returns to the building owned by the Dragon Knights. Outside, trying to open the door is a familiar man wearing Dragon Armor.

“Commander Fridge!”

The player has a severe open wound on his abdomen which Bahamut rushes to heal. Her powerful magic completely closes the wound but the hole in his armor stays.

“Ah, If it ain’t Bahamut. Thank you, at least for once you didn’t hit me with a bolt or burned me. Bwahaha- ACK!”

“Quiet now human, how could you make jokes when your mortal life is in danger? Even my Master is like that. I don’t get it at all.”

Her gloved hands were full of blood as she breathed a sigh of relief. Alana then comes out, holding Seiness by the arm and making sure she’s protected.

“We have a problem.”

“Y-Yeah, I was just about to say it. The fuckers captured the Bishop. Goddammit!”

“Who are they, Mister Fridge?”

“There’s two guilds right now fighting over this region. One only has a single player as when the switch happened, only he was the only one online. The other one is made up of twelve extremely high level players. They must be destroyed at all cost, before they do more damage with magic that can literally end civilizations without question. How could they do this to innocent people?”

“Why are they so hellbent though? Outworlders seem to be very moral people.”

“Oh, the Holy See tried to assassinate them all in fear of their powers. Sent thousands of soldiers and their secret Killer Priests. It pissed them off big time and the one with Twelve members, it's one of the founding Guilds of the community, their all big time names in the game.”

“JULIANNE!!!”

The entire afternoon, Bahamut had to go around Squares, Churches and Halls to heal and help wounded natives, thanks to her. The initial casualties stabilized at a hundred thousand while more than half a million was saved by her healing. But the devastation left nothing untouched as the once bustling city looked like something out of an apocalyptic scene with carriages left by its horses and crushed people, dismembered body parts, and creatures littered the once lively streets.

With the fire gone, the damage has been done and the areas the magma came out of left intense burn marks with visible spread of the fire as most of the houses were made of flammable materials. Bahamut was fast asleep in the Guild building of the Dragon Knights, snoring like a bear from the tiring day she has had while Alana kept pacing around the halls, her hand up her chin as the cries and wails of people devoured all of the sounds.

“What magic was that Mister Fridge?”

“True Magic is what we call it. In Threa, your version would be called Ancient Magic. But yeah, it's a pretty devastating magic that’s used by Demigods and Gods. It’s far too powerful and could only be used once, but those who have built characters with the main idea of spamming them do exist.”

“So, are we just going to stand around here?”

“Don’t worry, I have sent a squad out to start scouring the castle. I have a plan to trap two of them… potentially three if it goes well.”

“What? Why?”

“I was attacked there. I was guarding the Bishop when an Assassin popped out of nowhere. A Slug type character with no definite body, the dirtbag caught me off guard and punched a hole through me.”

“I’m surprised it penetrated your Dragon armor.”

“Well, this scale is old. I’m in need of replacement, but I can’t get around farming the Gold needed to buy a replacement or killing a Wyvern and having its hide carried to a Capital. I’m far to fucked to do it.”

“Then, I hope you see this as a warning in future times.”

“Uh huh.”

Soon after, the squad returns. Opening the door violently. “SIR! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!”

Awakening from her slumber, a young pretty teenage woman in a transparent nightgown opens her eyes. Looking at her right to see the window and the scathing line made by the True Magic. She tries to go back to her slumber but is unable to do so. Feeling something odd, the fair young lady with long ponytailed black hair opens the window once again and she’s taken aback by a sudden intrusion.

“Excuse me.”

Alana walks in her room, pushing her back to the bed as the woman sniffed the air. “Ah, Sir Fridge is correct with his assessment. There are two.” She then walks around the frilly queen sized bed of the teenage woman and unlocks her door.

“W-Who are you?!”

“Just a vampire. Go back to sleep like a good noblewoman. You wouldn’t want to see what I’m about to do.”

As she left, military helicopters with spotlights could be seen hovering on the main line of where the most devastation was made. Airdropping supplies and food. On the ornate hallway, Alana’s high heels could be heard, the clacks of her shoes echoing through the chambers like a ghostly figure walking in their midst. She then turns her head to the second floor’s inner sanctum. The palace was left of most of the people, with only a handful of maids walking around.

The Vampire with no tire at all slips past them, not even making a single sound or beat as she weaves through the maze of halls and puzzling infrastructure design, soon ending up to where the scent was the strongest. Squinting her eyes, Alana gets confused as she could see nothing. Little to her knowledge, the man was right in the middle of the hallway and wasn’t even moving.

“Must’ve been the wind. Hmph.”

She crosses her arms and the clacking of her shoes soon goes away and the man continues onward to his objective. Planting rocks with a timer on them in key sections of the Castle’s pillars and supports. The person didn’t even make a disturbance in the air or molecules as he seemingly didn’t exist while he kept lounging around the Royal palace in extreme attentiveness, stopping and listening whenever a singular echo of a high heel could be heard.

He soon reaches an office where a man wearing a purple fur coat is writing documents. Opening the door, the old man with a bushy beard and bronze crown is left baffled by the opened door. “Deus Vrax, please save me. My daughter already lost her mother, don’t make her carry the burdens of royalty at such a young age.” he then closes the door.

Apart from the popping of the fireplace in his office full of bookshelves and pieces of paper littered on the red carpet, there was nothing but absolute silence. He goes back to writing documents and all of them were reports and requests, some even in English and meant to the Outworlders as a plea for help.

“Ay ay ay, what a mess. These people could be such a bother. So many good people died, how will I be able to explain myself in the next Regional meeting?”

From behind his throne chair is a shiny black misshapen blade that's seemingly wielded by no one and just floating by the air. The door also opens once again, revealing a beautiful woman with pointy ears in a red gown. “ACK ACK ACK…” the old royal gets shivers in his spine from hearing the choking sounds from behind.

Slowly turning around, he could see the wonderful maiden in red holding up something by the neck as the black blade tried to reach the man.

“I’ll be taking this.”

He merely nods as Alana takes the invisible figure outside. With a quick hand, she grabs the blade and throws it out of the window. Forever lost as the figure continued to struggle. She then starts touching it and could feel that it's indeed a person. But severely malnourished to the bones and with not a hint of fat in its body. Finding no way to remove the invisibility, she looks at the wall and punches it.

“Surprise, the Bishop isn’t here Outworlder.”

Her hand penetrated but only left a crater. Moving a few meters up she taps the wall and devilishly grins. “WA-WAIT! I’LL TALK! I’LL TALK! LET ME TALK!” the man then suddenly stopped squirmed as if he completely gave up.

“Oh, talkative now aren’t we? Let’s make a deal shall we?”

“As if I’ll make a deal with a real vampire. I’m not as crazy as the others. I just want to say-”

“Goodness, I didn’t take you for a dunce.”

She then taps the wall once again.

“OKAY OKAY!”

“Talk. What’re your plans and how many of you are there?”

“I- I was here to-”

A Maid then comes out of nowhere carrying a silver platter with wine and a glass.

“Nothing to see here, move on.”

She bows and leans down as she passes the vampire from behind. “Ah ah ah, nice try.” The maid then slaps Alana with the silver plate, covering her gown with Wine and her pretty face etched into the plate. “Ouch.'' She then shoves the invisible man's head into the wall and quickly kicks the maid which blocks with it her arms. But the force the vampire exceeded was beyond the feeble stance of the maid. Sending her to the end of the hallway.

Alana then takes the visible man out of the hole just to be met with nothing. “Tsk, what a troublesome-” before she could finish her sentence, an enchanted shortsword came flying from behind her. The Moon and its satellite showing a shiny transparent thing in its shine. She could clearly see the outline of a man in a cloak but is surprised by the fact that it doesn't even disturb the air and only the sword that was being thrusted into her.

“Okay, enough games.”

The fast hands of the vampire grabs the transparent man's armed hand, and her other hand goes for the choke. But before she could do it, a hand the same as hers came flying from behind. She turns around and to her shock is another Alana, a complete copy and paste. Even the scent was the same. “How dare you! This beauty is mine alone!” she throws the invisible man at her copy which seemingly had no trouble dodging.

Lifting her hands up in a combative stance, Alana readies herself as her copy also does the same. The two start fighting hand to hand in the close environment, leaving scratches on the walls and clean slices on the glass windows. The two were so quick with their movements that the invisible man was unable to find a chance to pop in. “Go, I’ll take care of her.” Alana goes into berserk mode, hearing her beautiful mezzo voice being used. Blood roses appear but also her copy. Littering the hallway with the rare plant.

“AHHHHH!”

Stops their battle, as the man seemingly screams in the next hallway. Alana takes this chance and slices her opponent's neck, but it heals instantly. “Tsk, even my healing huh?” every damage she’d do, it’d be undone by the purebred vampiric healing. She stops to rethink her plan but the sudden opening was enough of a chance and her copy sends her body flying into the other end of the hall.

Looking around, she sees a large painting and in a quick moment, runs to it and pushes the frame into the path of her clone. In a daze, she took this opportunity to sever the head and then the limbs, she continued to do so without stopping. On the other side of the 2nd floor, Bahamut has turned the invisible man completely into ash and started crushing the blue glowing rocks with timers around the place. In the darkness, the gothic Goddess looked like a plume of black shadow and smoke moving around like a lost soul. An unseeming shadow that’d pass you without even noticing and would leave but a shiver to your spine.

She then turns the hall to where Alana is and could see two versions of her choking each other out. The tall woman stops at her tracks and puts her hand up her chin in confusion.

“DO IT BAHAMUT! IT'S HER!”

“NO! IT'S HER!”

After a few seconds of thinking, Bahamut lifts up a finger. Silencing the two.

“When with the Master, which part of me does he look at the most when walking?”

“YOUR BOOBS!”

“YOUR HIPS!”

Bahamut then burns the one that said boobs, completely melting the vampire without care. Its body burning like a barrel of Godly aura that’s suddenly lit with such a golden and sparkly show. She then burns the ashes, completely removing any trace of existence from the being.

“Master always walks behind me as he wants to look at my butt. He only looks at my boobs when we are talking to each other face to face. Nice try but you lost.”

“Of all questions Bahamut, of all questions.”

“What? It’s the only thing I could think of on hand.”

“So, what’re they?”

“Powerful Chosen Ones. Only they could burn with such a bright yellow like that. That means these humans and demi humans have reached the level that is considered to be of a Demigod.”

“Where will they respawn then?”

“Nowhere. I’ve completely destroyed their very being, including the soul. There’s nothing left for this world to use to reincarnate them.”

“Alright, for now. Let’s head back.”

The two women walk to the third floor and Alana, who opens the balcony door, suddenly dodges a shiny golden Ultra Greatsword. “This is for LawnMower and BursePurse whore.” the shiny man covered in the most luxurious and shiny Knight armor she’d seen in her life with folded Silver wings. The man then grabs the vampire who before could fight back is thrown out of the balcony.

“What?!”

Alana looked confused as she opened her bat wings just to be met with an approaching helicopter. The blades completely churn her body up into bits and pieces. “So much for a Purebred.” a punch then comes out of the thick wall, but the skilled player manages to quickly dodge the hand and swipe it. Just for the gloved hand to grab his blade.

“Huh? Whose this?”

He then pulls out his sword to the direction of the balcony, blocking a longsword from Alana whose face is very angry. “Huh? You survived that? What type of vampire are you?” She then kicks the man, sending him flying to the wall as the woman with Bahamut appears. The man took a few seconds of silence and flew away. Firing off shots of divine fire into the ground and starting another blaze as people could be heard screaming for their lives as the Holy Fire rained from above and to their wooden houses. Bahamut then stops Alana who was ready to finish it.

“Not now, we have to help the people.”

“Grrrrrrrr… such deplorable tactics.”

They then take off, landing on the areas where the Holy Fire is spreading and snuff it out as the two help the people, UN helicopters were present and immediately came to aid. With one of them having crash landed after churming something up and the pilots confused as to what flew into their rotors. Many of the players were helping those who’re still in need of surgery with the lack of healing magic available to the masses. While some start clearing debris with the Wyverns and taking photos of the damage given to the city by a mere handful of players. Bahamut with the help of the Holy See starts doing another round of healing and helping.

All the while Alana is with the players and has started lifting debris from the recently burned neighborhood with her immense strength.

Miles away in an open field, four players are enjoying a campfire when a winged golden knight lands, putting out the flames and the hotdog they were cooking.

“Hey! What was that about?!”

“We have to go. Now.”

“Eh? Also, someone powerful was in the city. Reverted my True Magic like it was nothing.”

The man wearing an armored robe relights the campfire as the Dark Elf next to him prepares a gigantic bow.

“Not joking, Bahamut’s there.”

“Oh what? Bahamut? Woah Heavenly, you mean the rumors are true?”

“Yes it is, now we have to go. You too MisterDad, enough fucking around and get up.”

The immensely muscular inhuman man in the bulkiest Knight armor known to man stands up, every step he took to get close to Heavenly would create small quakes. The sabatons of his heavy armor digging into the ground and the giant sword on his back scratching the grass and soil.

“And what about the Priestess and Bishop? Weren’t we going to have her and him hostage after destroying the city? We still have that other Guild with a singular player to deal with ya know? We don’t have anything on the table right now and we’ll get crushed after this, the Holy See and the Kingdom of Gareth isn’t going to give up now that we destroyed one of their most Holiest cities that once defended their Great Library.”

“I know, but we got too greedy. We have to hide now and lay low before anything else happens. I’ll immediately return to base and prepare the NPCs. All of you, don’t stay-”

They all stood up, hearing the marching of thousands of feet far away.

“Tsk, it's him. Look, just finish what you guys are doing and head back immediately. JustaLawnMower and BursePurse are dead. No respawning.”

“Eh?! What happened?”

“Bahamut. I told you, she burned not only their bodies but also their very soul and essence.”

“Jesus, okay okay. Pussy Destroyer, get that bow of yours ready. Destroy the army and let’s cross out.”

“Alrighty! But I recommend you guys come too, blow off some steam before we go.”

The Demi human player runs into the treeline, following the sound and ends up on a massive wheat field. With his natural capabilities, he is able to see at night and could see a sea of undead monsters marching forward in the dark.

“Oh! Pizzaface is also here!”

“Eh? Where is she then?!”

Sitting on top of a rock on a wheat field, a beautiful demon human woman wearing a glow in the dark magical robe shakes her feet as she listens to music with her headphones on. Far away, a dark silhouette of a humanoid creature with a giant bow fires into the ground, causing a nuclear explosion. This makes her stop for a bit to look behind and check.

“Oh, there must be another army... Meh.”

Going back to her tunes, the woman ignores the explosion and the shockwave that follows afterward and soon, it was raining rusty swords and shields with dusty bones and helmets. Soon, a gigantic roar followed afterward and a giant demon rose from the treeline. The hulking mass of Knight armor could be seen in the back as explosions lit up the skies and the powerful player went straight for the head of the giant demon.

The land soon shakes once again and rocks and boulders miles away are hurled as more are created out of thin air and shot at the ground as she swayed her body listening to the music. Soon after, the giant screams from the top of its voice as MisterDad digs his giant ultra longsword into its skull. HeavenlyTrashcan with his golden sword starts spamming divine flying blades and screams of the dead could be heard as they are completely blessed and healed.

Pizzaface on the other hand didn’t care and continued to dance to the tune as the five players created a miniature apocalypse on the mindless skeleton and demon army that was marching in the dead of night. Soon, the ground shakes next to her, sending dust and soil to her face and glow in the dark outfit.

“Pizza, I need your meteors.”

“Again? I already used it in a town.”

“Yeah, there’s a bit too many of them.”

“How many?”

“About uhm… a hundred thousand or so?”

“Alright, prepare then.”

She lifts up her hands and her staff appears. The alien-like pole emitting a violet and purple hue as the stars on the skies seemingly rearranged itself and soon, bright white lights that could be seen shooting through the space and turning around, zigzagging to intercept the planet their own.

“I’ve never seen it like that, well… that looks insane.”

“Be prepared, this will kill anything that moves.”

“You better not end the world.”

“Oh, I won’t. Though I can if I want.”

“Haaaah. This is why teenagers shouldn’t be given world-ending powers.”

He then takes off with his rock and returns back to the slaughter field, the mere handful of players killing thousands upon thousands of Demons and Skeletons that the entire wheat has turned black from their rusty and decomposing bodies littering the soil alongside thousands of craters. The illumination of the light magic made it seem that some of the areas were in summer and not in winter.

The Skeleton General rises from the piles of corpses, with his black armor and horned helmet, he grabs the reins of his horse which teleports in out of nowhere.

“Oh, there’s still one.”

HeavenlyTrashcan points his hand at the high level enemy, its red eyes suddenly change into gold and violently shakes and rattles. MisterDad then starts sprinting and then jumps, his massive ultra greatsword demolishing the powerful NPC into a pile of bones with its horse. Meteors then start landing on the remaining parts of the army, the massive explosions from the rocks being dropped at them from space, deleting their entire existence and only leaving a crater.

Nothing remained and soon, the entire place was full of craters of varying sizes and littered with rocks and boulders. As if a hurricane of all that is deadly passed through without a thought, leaving in its wake a destroyed armor. In the forest, happily walking back to their campsite as the other players congregate back to their place from annihilating an entire army nonchalantly. “My patience is waning…” Pizzaface soon sees the fire of the campsite. Popping out of the bushes and scaring her friends. “Our patience is warning…”

“Oh she’s listening to her music again.”

“Argh, why did we have to buy her those headphones?”

Out of nowhere, they hear the sound barrier break. As if a fighter jet flew past them at max speed. “WOAH!”

“Is this entertaining?”

MisterDad lifts his ultra greatsword, emitting a massive laser as he points it at the dark sky, soon a color changing conceptual sword slices through the tip of his sword, digging all the way down till the 7 foot tall hulking armor of a person is completely cut in half and flattened. His entire being with the dirty soil and grass.

“I-I-I got this feeling, yeah, you know!”

“PIZZA! ENOUGH! LISTEN TO IMAGINE DRAGONS LATER! THERE’S A REAL ONE IN FRONT OF US!”

The smoke then billows out from the crash and appears a tall slender woman wearing a dark queenly gothic outfit. Her golden eyes with a purple iris with red spirals. Her overwhelming power in full display as the Dragon God walked from the gory scene she created.

“Ahhhhh, the soul of a Chosen One… how long since I’ve felt this power, this fright in my mere presence… to feel such things in this form… hmmmm… I can almost taste it.”

“Ba-bahamut!”

“Sh! Both of you! Run!”

“As if!”

The demon woman then steps forward, lifting her staff up high with ProudTownClown and his expertise in Land magic, the ground shakes as the massive sinkhole is created but Bahamut merely floats on top of the hole with her hand on her hip, looking bored. With a flick of her finger, the soil stopped and returned to its original form and the satellite of the foreign Moon slowly moved and broke away from its orbit.

“Huh, daring today aren’t we?”

“This is True Ancient Magic! Same ones the Gods use!”

“Pfft, rudimentary. As if your mortal bodies can truly handle what the Gods use, I’ll show you what we use. As a demonstration of my power.”

Bahamut opens her wings and flies to space. She orbits around the foreign Moon and seemingly starts to look for something. All the while HeavenlyTrashcan looks at MisterDads corpse, his entire body flattened into a pancake from Bahamut’s violent landing.

“Pizza! Do that later! Heavenly, you're the Dragon expert here. What the fuck is Bahamut doing!?”

“She has Absolute Magic Mastery, a skill only the most ancient of creatures has.”

“Then that means she has control over the most unrefined forms of magic! We have to go now!”

“Dammit! We can’t even bury MisterDad. Tsk, poor guy.”

“C’mon! Pizza, stop that magic and let’s get away!”

Before they could start running Bahamut has made a giant crater on the Moon, the players down below are shocked from the large black circular shape being stamped on the bright white Moon as its rocky metallic surface is concentrated on one tiny ball of power right at the size of the Dragon’s palm. “Well, with Master not here, I should go all out just for a wee bit. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Hee hee.”

They soon could see a bright object coming from space and to them, the falling star seemed wonderful till they started running all the while Pizza gets grabbed by her Robes collar as she continues to cant her spell.

“ENOUGH WITH THE MAGIC!”

“SHHH! I memorized the spell! I can do it! If I hit her with it, we can at least get a few minutes of distraction!”

The giant satellite of the foreign Moon hurdles behind Bahamut, she turns around and with a punch, stops it from moving. “EH? EHHHHH?!” Pizza couldn’t believe her eyes, the punch Bahamut did left a huge crater on its surface. The Dragon God then proceeds to kick it back into its original orbit and continues her dive back to Threa, burning up on its atmosphere and to them in such little time.

“Oy, I think you wanted this.”

“Not if I can’t help it!” HeavenlyTrashcan casts his own True Magic against Bahamut. “MINDBREAKER OF GODS!” this stops the woman, completely making her freeze. But unlike the high level skeleton general, she just grins underneath her veil and returns the magic back to the player, tenfold of its power and completely leaving a husk of a man with his mind and soul completely broken.

His final action of swiping his sword at the oncoming ball of compressed Moon rock and metals, the power alone from the sudden release of energy was enough to light up the entire central regions of Geraldia and the player soon after was gone. ProudTown feels as if weight was gone from his back and sees that Pizza has been turned into ash alongside their leader. Only her arm that was wrapped around his neck and her staff remained while Heavenly’s golden Knight armor was steaming hot and without a wearer on the bottom of the massive crater.

“Tsk!”

“Don’t leave now, you all were so competent with your power of destruction. Causing needless violence to millions. Why run? After all the damage you’ve caused to bring back a literal Abomination to all creation, this is the weakness of you humans. Your hubris brings atoll needless deaths, with power, one must be responsible, with knowledge, one must be humbled. I don’t think you’ll get off this easily.”

Behind Bahamut, Pussy_Destroyer with his powerful one shot nuke bow fires his most powerful arrow at her. She just grabs the arrow and throws it back at him and a mini nuke goes off. Throwing the trees and leaves and creating another massive crater as ProudTownClown reaches their magic circle hidden in the trees before the soil it's on top of gets thrown far beyond as the explosion terminates everything in the vicinity. Turning the green trees and leaves with the wheat field into nothing but blackened ash.

Inside the portal, a hand grabs him and pulls him out of it. “I do thank you for bringing me an opponent though. That Blasphemy to Life shall prove entertaining in my eternity.” Bahamut then lets go, letting him teleport back to their base. He drops to his knees as his friends arrive, shocked to see only one returned to their Teleportation Room.

The corpses of the army they destroyed buried underneath the soil, forever to be forgotten with the only thing left is one woman standing amiss the mushroom cloud. “Huh, well that scurried them off. Now, back to the Bishop.”

The next day, most of the Fortress city has stabilized though there was still widespread chaos, the arrival of the Calvary of Gareth and the Holy See contained most of the panic and riots with the local Lords and Serfs coming with their own grunts and Magicians, Engineers, Construction Workers, and Doctors to help around the city and start repairing things if possible. Wyverns were also doing their part still, using their mastery over certain types of magic to heal and quell wild fires while some had started to repair the soil.

The scale of the destruction was unseen and the Fortress city was hailed for its immense durability to survive such a catastrophic attack on a Godly scale that’s never been seen since the era of the first heroes. Walking through the streets, the Bishop is guarded by the Holy See’s mighty Crusaders with their gleaming helm and shiny pauldrons with the crest of their unit displayed near their right shoulders. The people crying tears of joy at his presence, giving him their prayers and hopes.

“But of course Goddess, as said by you. We will do our best to protect Seiness. She won’t run away again, and I’ll do my best to provide her with better food.”

“Uh huh, uh huh.”

Bahamut on the other hand is holding up the Priestess like a dog on a collar, as her smell made her run off previously and got lost and captured. The aging priest tries his best to calm the annoyed woman as Alana continually gets knifley stares from the warrior Nuns and Knights with the Bishop and Julianne trying to lighten the mood and avoid a conflict between them with her jokes and smiles.

“Eheheheh… yes it won’t happen again, Goddess.”

“How can you be so sure when this little thing would run off at the singular scent of anything tasty or piques its curiosity? I get it that Seiness is young, but should she be guarded?”

“We were supposed to ask an Outworlder to do the guarding, but he is gone for the time being. I never knew she’d run off like that, I truly apologize, Goddess.”

“Hmph, just make sure. I do not have the time to deal with your shenanigans and world ending catastrophes, I have a human to return to!”

“Of course, please do have a safe return. I’ll be sure to personally pick the best Knight to project her.”

“It better be! Also, I require a tribute of ten plates of Steak with gravy!”

“It shall be done, Goddess. Anything else?”

“Hmmmm… oh! I require a scroll from the Chosen Ones. Where’s Fridge?”

Lifting his hand from outside the circle of Knights guarding the Bishop, the player jumps and waves his arm trying to get the Dragons attention. “Over here Bahamut! Here!”

“Yes! Bring me a scroll made from an ancient birch wood!”

“I think I have some! But those are very rare! What do you plan on writing? An incantation?!”

“Yes! Since I now have a Shrine, I can finally give something to Master on Christmas!”

“Alright!”

Soon after, the two boarded a helicopter which brought them back to Zavalda where they rode an Airliner to Neo Tokyo, the two fabulous women out of place in the economy class.

“Tsk, we should’ve just flown.”

“I wanna atleast experience this. Humans ride their machines many times.”

“But Bahamut, it will be three days since we’ve been gone. What do you think Her Majesty has done with Our Lord?”

“Eh, let it be.”

“Aren’t you suspicious at all?”

“Of?”

“Elizabeth?”

“Why? She gave me the opportunity to reclaim and rebirth a long lost Cult, and with a Shrine, I can now further my divinity in this foreign land.”

“But don’t you think she has something up her sleeves?”

“Uhm… I think? But again, I do not care. Bloodsucker culture too.”

“Then why are you so engrossed with human culture?”

“I might as well try to fit in this form. Humans live things far differently than we do, and to see and feel how it works might make it easier for Master to mingle with me in this form. The longer I stay as a human, the more I pity the things he has to go through to keep me happy and content. I at least want to do this to help him more.”

“You don’t have to, Bahamut. Our Lord already loves you as is.”

“I know, but it's still a good thing to feel. Riding this flying machine like the rest of humans. Humans are fundamentally a very special species to us Dragons.”

“Why is that? Is it the same in Threa that its humans that usually hunt down Dragons?”

“Oh of course, but their valiant and usually stupid efforts made them worthy of our respect. Dragons are beings of power and battle, win, you gain our respect. It's one of the core reasons why I see Humans in a far different light. The Elves would rather pray or give tribute, Orcs and Ogres would usually battle us but without the respect and essence, to them it is merely of play. Demons, well what can I say about the Demons, just needless enemies for us to trample on.”

“The Orcs here though are different, as you’ve seen when we traveled to the border of the High Elves’ Empire. They have a culture and tradition, and to them, fighting is something to be revered.”

“Then maybe, I’ll respect them too. But so far, only Humans have hit the right spot. I don’t know what to say, they might be born to be insane and crazy, it's a default for their kin. When Master first summoned me, he didn’t kneel to pray or to pay with his life and soul for my companionship. He… hugged me and patted me.”

“Pfffft….”

“What? It’s true. He already told you.”

“I know Bahamut, but it's just so funny of all things, that’s what made you tame.”

“I was always tame, it's just that my duties as a Dragon God prevented me from mingling much with the mortal realm. I could annihilate all of humanity alongside the other species if I wanted to or feel like it, it wouldn’t be hard with the Twelve Pillars no longer holding me down. I have more than one means to do it.”

Inside the plane, the people in front and back of their seats put on their seatbelts and their eyes widened from hearing the soft and motherly voice of Bahamut say such things with no remorse and sign of fright.

“The Twelve Pillars, just what are they?”

“You see my earrings?”

Bahamut lifts up her earrings that’s seemingly made out of a strange metallic pillar, out of it is a strange reflection, as if Alana were to stare at it from such a close range, she’d get sucked into a foreign world with a foreign atmosphere.

“These pair earrings are also Pillars, I use them to hold down my presence even more. Created by the God that came from another celestial body, the Pillars are meant to hold down the concept of time, magic, power, and Mana. As before the time of the True God as the humans call it, we Dragons waged endless wars against the various species that littered the land of Tur. Challenging everything, even logic and time itself.”

“Heavens, that must mean your land and soil has no break. Even in the wars between the Vampires and Werewolves, we’d occasionally stop every fifty years or so, so that the land may recover and the bodies to melt into the soil and continue hostilities aftward.”

“Hm, only a handful of places actually had plants and trees in Tur, everywhere else was nothing but a rocky terrain where no human or life may grow on. Only did when the foreign God and its overwhelming power controlled and stabilized Tur to what is now. It still seems strange to me, as if I was on a different planet altogether.”

“I’m surprised for once, you talked with your heart. You never seemingly speak like a God, could it be that the human body you now have is affecting your emotions?”

“It might be, I am still not accustomed to the ways of the mortals, nor their culture. But my time with Master has surely been well spent. I could understand and see their ways, but I'm still far from knowing things like human lust, respect, or love, or the concept of time in their eyes.”

“I don’t think we’ll be able to truly understand those Bahamut. The Humans are a strange creature as you said. Only those born of that race may truly understand what it's like.”

“Hm, this flying machine itself is proof of how strange they are. Building something this complex and magnificent just for the means of transportation. Even though they have magic and could use it to merely fly around. They’d prefer to sit down in leisure doing nothing as a machine does everything for them.”

“Ah, the human slaves I had was always like this. They wouldn’t waste time and would usually outperform the Elves in many aspects of cleaning and maintaining the Manor. Hence why most of my servants are Humans. I think the Vampire Kingdom is the biggest country with the most amount of human slaves next to the Sultanate of Meridia.”

“And yet the Humans of Tur wish to befriend you and your Kingdom, even with their efforts to free slaves, there also helping slavers. Seiness may never find out about the truth of the Outworlders she thanks for freeing her, but the hypocrisy of the humans knows no bound.”

“That’s the strange part isn’t it, hm. I think we’re merely wasting time talking about the creature called Human. Sense doesn’t matter to them, nor logic. But that is why Vampires love them so much, because of the entertainment they can provide to our boring and needlessly eternity.”

“And for me… I do not know. Master is the prime Human for me. A warrior but also kind and understanding, doesn’t see me as anything else but Bahamut the Companion. Strange, I feel like this body of mine is fluttering.”

“Oh, could it be… love? Are you feeling true love for our Lord?”

“I do not know, but my heart is beating and I could feel it. Could it be that I feel danger?”

“Hahahaha! Oh Bahamut, you are far too innocent sometimes. It’s love, do not fret. That might be just you missing him as we talk.”

“So this is what it feels like to… miss… something. Humans can control this? I feel… like I want to be in his arms again. Should I just fly?”

“Humans usually do something else to put their minds out of it. That’s why they have so many devices and gadgets here. To keep their minds off things and distract them from what they want or want to do.”

Bahamut then starts to look around for things to look at or read and finds the brochure in front of her for “Zavalda Airlines - One of the Three Commercial Aircraft Carriers in Tur! Check out our brand new fleet of 747-8is and Airbus A350 XWBs!” The woman then starts reading the brochure as a Stewardess pushing a cart arrives at their aisle.

“Hel- Bahamut?!”

She quickly retreats and the Dragon God looks at the cart and sniffs the air.

“Peanuts and… the Soda Pop.”

“Uhm… I’ll have the Salad.”

The cute Stewardess immediately hands them their food and moves on, looking back every now and then to confirm what she just saw.

“Haaah, I already feel tired.”

“You can sleep if you want, the flight will take a day.”

“Hm. I wonder… will the Humans go extinct to nature or due to themselves?”

The screen in front of them shows the plane flying at an altitude of 78,000 feet and outside, it doesn’t even look like it's nowhere near the Exosphere of the foreign world and is cruising at the speed of Mach 0.81.

“I do wonder, same could be said to us. The Dark Elves are also extinct due to themselves, they played with fire and the fire burned them. But their unhinged magical tests paved the way to many creations that many deem blasphemy or even not of this world.”

“Of all the things in this world, the strange creatures that surround us are the most raw. From Love to Hate, humans have the most unrefined version of it and it truly makes me want to see more.”

“Don’t get too attached Bahamut, Humans are also short lived. Having the shortest life spans out of all the species.”

“As if, I’ll always be with Master. Wherever or whenever, I’ll be at his side. Doesn’t matter if he is here or in another realm. But what about you and the other? Would you go that far?”

“Of course, I’ve gotten this far and not once has it been dull. The explosive time I’ve had with him is surely to bring more than meets the eye.”

“Hah, as expected. Your kin is just as susceptible as mine to the chaos of humanity. Something we all lack and yet enamored for our perfectness and immortality. It took the most fragile of them all to see something we didn’t have.”

“How come Bahamut… when you meet people, you don’t seem to do anything but smell them, do you by chance identify people that way?”

“Oh, nice catch bloodsucker. I recommend you keep that up, you might find the answer one day. Now, time for me to rest. It’s been a fun tiny adventure with you.”

“Haaaaa… I’ll never understand Gods. Even with my eternity. You better not oversleep, I’m planning on waiting for our Lord right in front of Her Majesty’s hotel building.”

“Yes, yes. Now let me rest.”

Bahamut then slides to sleep, with Alana opening the plastic lid on her Salad and checking the ranch dressing. After a quick taste test, she pours it all and proceeds to eat in silence as the players around them just stood frozen at the sight of Bahamut.