Blackthorn...

It's all in the name. A dark, old-fashioned, malevolent character. You could even say she's the embodiment of evil. If Tiamat were a demoness or an archenemy, which she really is, then Blackthorn is indeed the devil, or at least his avatar.

No one knows where he came from, probably from one of the worlds they devastated instead of creating.

No one will ever know the real story, but we've got to suspect that one day they overreached and some creature or people overcame them. She must have died and found herself on a hellish plane, and had to find a way of communicating with her daughter Rudia and her male Blackthorn, certainly from the same world as Daathr.

But despite her powers, this Tiamat had not yet confronted her other alter-egos in other dimensions. She was certainly moving from world to world, but only in this dimension and its underworld.

Without knowing it, and no one ever would, perhaps an invisible guardian was making sure she stayed in her hole.

In her goodness, she cherished her children and grandchildren, but with a sinister purpose like her male.

Rudia resisted her puppeteer's control and through madness, pain and excruciating suffering, she finally broke free from her mother's yoke.

She probed the disaster she'd brought upon herself, and with no one to trust, she sadly turned to Luc.

Meanwhile, back in Mont, Emilie's colleagues had arrived and wanted to throw a party for her return from her jungle expedition, but had to cancel it because of the police. Drama was in the making.

Einrich and Glacias and the professor stayed in the nearby village of Chouffe, where there was a hotel. Professor Kardon was there too, and Emilie arrived in the night, but instead of going to the farm, she went straight to the hotel to join her brother, sister and aunt.

Right away, she knew something was wrong.

“Céline... I might know where she's taken Luc... I'm going to confront her...!”

I don't know if Grandma could help me, but I wasn't afraid of Mother, of Rudia, and this time, she was going to pay!

Meanwhile, in Rajastan, at the imperial palace, a young maharajah in Jodhpur was eating large drumsticks in a curry dish. He was surrounded by his aides and several ministers.

A large video screen contrasted with the luxury and style of the decor.

His huge hands held a drumstick and on the other side of the screen was His Majesty the King, but also the head of the secret organizations.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

“Sire, I see you've made enormous progress and a technological leap, Also, your troops are amassed near our naval base. ”

King: “Yes, Your Majesty... we've located the lair and caves where they're holed up. We'll be able to put an end to Rudia and her epic. She wasted no time in reconstituting an army, but with our new weapons and the cure developed thanks to the little one, the cards are reversed.”

“Yes, and by the way, do you know where she is right now?”

“Yes, she's back from a scientific expedition. She proved her humanity once again by saving the members of the expedition. Too bad there were casualties, but Rudia was still behind it. She really doesn't spare her daughter. It's like a rivalry now...”

“Well... well... let her keep it up and it'll all be history...”

“And... her brother and sister?”

“With family love and withdrawal from hallucinogenic drugs, they're getting their lives back to normal. They have human comrades.”

The maharajah smiled.

He poked an eye into the bottom of the gravy boat and it disappeared into the back of his mouth.

Some of the guests looked for the right piece of meat, and one of them smiled as he pricked a finger with his wedding ring still around it.

Everyone smiled as they looked at their king maharajah.

And they smiled quietly at the Spanish king. One of them moved closer to his neighbor's ear and whispered, “When it's all over, I'd like to take a bite out of his ears...”

“If there's a piece left. Don't forget that after that, there's Blackthorne and our Goddess, when she pushes the ground back here, she'll be very hungry...”

“Sire,” said the maharajah, ”I'm sending all my troops to help you. You will bombard everything, drive out the dragons, exterminate them and put the Chinese in their place at the same time. And I'd like to invite you to the victory feast. A great feast will be held here, and you and your family and friends are invited. Of course, European food, prepared by our best cooks will be waiting for you.”

“Thank you,” says the King of Spain, all smiles.”

And so, all the dragon hunters and members of the secret organizations were invited to Rajasthan, India, for an unforgettable feast.

An aide to the King of Spain arrived, between 2 breaks, and asked if the dragoness should be invited.

“It's a bad idea. It'll be a dragon massacre, and we mustn't forget that she's still his mother. We don't know how she'll react, if the mother begs. She's too good-hearted and might break our trust to save her. I don't want to take any chances, and even the worst criminal is still a mother, a bad one, but still a mother. It's heartbreaking and unbearable for the child.

We mustn't make an enemy of her, and the less she knows, the better for everyone.

Another helper arrived

“Sire!”

“Our surveillance network tells us that Rudia has kidnapped Emilie's adoptive father. Emilie plans to fight her mother.”

The king then asked. “Is she in India or Belgium to finish up???”

One of the commanders replied: “Last I heard, she's still here in India. Movement and loud bangs have been heard in the mountains. According to our satellites, they have uncovered a disc-shaped structure, like a saucer. Here are the photos. You can clearly see the red spot and black spots and military and construction vehicles... Chinese.”

The king tapped the table. “You devil!” Not only does she appear in broad daylight, she shows off her troops and other dragons and now she's buddy-buddy with the Chinese army. Surely so they can take another bite out of India...

Commander: “Well, what are your orders?”

“I'm going to move with the troops myself. We're going to pulverize those dragons once and for all. And what's more, I've been invited to a royal event.”

“What about Emilie? If she goes to India, to save her father...?”

“I hope she survives her mother and the bombings, but it's sad for her. However, her species is cursed and if she should become extinct, then her species will die out with it. That's fate. Life.”

“As you wish, Sire...”