In the middle of the carnage, Isolde approached the chasm, the edge of the cliff that had swallowed her beloved...

Yes, Isolde still loved Tania, but this time it was a shock.

Alban took Isolde in his talons and went down to the reef.

The giant fox that Tania was wasting her last moments, unconscious, her head smashed against the rocks...

Isolde screamed.

Marise plunged at the same time as Alban, like a hawk on its prey, but not wanting to admit the reality.

She landed against Tania and tried to wake her up, but there was blood on her paw. The blood was coming from a nasty head wound, the skull was broken at the back.

Slowly, the tongue began to come out and hang from the mouth. The eyes went into their sockets, closed and full of dried tears. Only a small "IIIII" of moaning came out of her nose.

She was dying.

Isolde screamed out her rage and struck the fox with her little fists...

"TANIA... Why you abandoned me???? Why????"

Alban touched his older sister as gently as possible... "She sacrificed herself... so that you would live, so that we would all live...". In my Zergian database, which I have downloaded, this monster almost wiped out all mankind and caused the wars Tania had to endure. The demon was about to take over... look at her lips... she bit her lips so she wouldn't demonise..."

Then behind their backs, a scream of horror.

Marise shook Tania. She took back her big dragon size and shouted "MUUUM!!!! MUUUUMY!!!!! NOOOOO NOOO, don't die!

She tried major care and minor restoration but the monster had almost absolute resistance to magic. And also to its disadvantage.

Marise felt that the muscles were letting go, that the head tilted and then she shouted MAMANN MOTHER !...

I LOVE YOU, I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID.... BUT STAY WITH ME... MERCY... MUMMY TIAMAT TIAMAT, HELP!!!! HURRY! I BEG YOU, GODDESS TIAMAT, GIVE ME BACK TANIA! GIVE ME BACK MUMMY!!!!

Alban, who was prejudiced against the dragons, also began to cry for her...She was proud and was a true general... How badly he misjudged her...

Everyone got down on their knees and cried for Tania, who was lying in her blood. Her blood ran in the water, in the waves, for a moment tinting the sea red.

Isolde held her belly... "We haven't even decided what to call her..."

All her fears about dragons evaporated and she no longer feared the risk of changing. Now that Tania was no longer there, she even hoped to be able to transform herself, as if to have a piece of her in her person.

In the orbital sphere, Tiamat remained frozen on her screen. Her mouths were open in a state of shock.

Everything had happened so fast, everything had changed in an instant, that she had no time to react.

Tiamat the infernal: "SHIIIIIT! Catastrophe! What have I done! I let my child die.... I doubted her, but why!... Her last words were for me....

In fact, Tania adored me! And I was blind and still cruel... I didn't see anything coming...

Damn it... I have to do something...!

She threw herself into the darkness and grabbed Tania's still warm body from the ground. She disappeared just like that! As if she had never existed.

The cries redoubled. Isolde, Marise and Alban shouted at Tiamat to save their friend.

But Marise's eyes were red. She became berserk.

Alban, immediately grabbed Isolde and put her in his cockpit and took off.

MARISE: GRRRRRRR: "It's your fault! You killed her!"

Alban, by radio warned the Zergs to flee in the underground tank. Marise was going to break everything.

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First she grew in size and grew up to 50 metres, burning her mana at a dangerous speed.

Then she snapped her wings and tore off a piece of the corner of the cliff from which her mother had fallen and then the geode... She spat out a fire so strong that the crystals melted like glass and there was like a candle flow, but it was crystal.

The tank quickly dug itself into the ground as deep as it could and Marise jumped on the spot and started kicking with her heels on the broken ground!

"RAAAAAAAAAAH MURDERERS! It's your fault she's gone. !!!!"

Then she spat fire on the site, hoping that the flames would reach the tank through the broken stones but everything was vitrified, like the impact of an atomic bomb...

She climbed up and plunged down, hitting the ground...

"GET OUT, ASSASSINS.... SHOW YOURSELVES!"

Alban took the opportunity to run to the palace of Vaillant.

The alarm was sounded and Vaillant went out and saw Isolde at his brother's feet.

Valiant: "You're with another dragon???, laughing a little..."

Isolde: "Valiant, a raging dragon will attack you and us too... Stop the horns of warning, you will draw it here..."

Valiant: "And what's a dragon in flat armour doing here?"

Isolde: "It's a long story, it's Alban, my little brother who was transformed after a terrible accident..."

Valiant, afraid to understand asked the question: "Humans are transformed into dragons?"

Isolde : "YES!! it's terrible, but some people can transform humans into living machines and real dragons... Marise, who might come and attack your kingdom has gone mad... she's burning everything..."

Valiant "WAIT! WAIT!" In the panic and the fact that Isolde was a close friend of Vaillant when he was still a prince, they forgot the protocol and spoke as before.

The situation being so critical, Vaillant used to believe what Isolde said.

He bit his fingers, thinking of Tullius and his war plans... This factor of lycantropism in dragons being omitted, all their plans were shaken. He did not listen to Isolde cry... He thought about the situation...

The dwarves or the Christian kingdom of Altus... If they turned several warriors into dragons, it would be carnage for their troops. But, if they were to gain speed, they would not have time... Yes, that's it... they wouldn't have time... And even, it would take them several days to get used to their bodies...

Then, relatively satisfied, he turned to Isolde, who was crying for her dead dragoness... "YES?? Sorry, I was thinking about what you just said..."

Isolde: Marise is coming here to take revenge on General Tullius and on you!.

Valiant, pretending ignorance..., Tullius' men, kill your friends and execute them with the axe or with the mouth of fire... You want the list??? I've got it... You are but a puppet in his hand...

Valiant became pale...

Tania was cornered and died because of you...

Valiant: "Who killed her?"

Isolde : "All of you !!! She was brought to the mouth of fire and she saved herself by transforming herself into a vile monster, a thousand times worse than the dragons and she committed suicide to take the monster with her... to save us all.

We didn't even get to kiss each other one last time! "

Valiant, seeing that his rival in love was out of harm's way, he made a crude attempt to take Isolde's hand.

"You can count on me to take care of the baby. I will never be like Tania, but I wish you to be my queen..."

Isolde violently pulled his hand away from the King's hand.

"Valiant, or Sire.... It is for our old friendship and in remembrance of the good times that I warn you, but deep down inside... I hate that I have lost a loved one... and the fact that you are partly to blame grieves me so much that it is better that you forget your proposal.

I still want to believe that you had nothing to do with the death of my darling...

She was a dragon, but in the short time we knew each other I was as happy as ever and she gave me the most beautiful gift there is... A child. But it's a horror to know that she or he will never know Tania his dragon mummy... She was proud and strong and brave...She too knew how to love but she didn't know how to show it...

Then, a huge BANG! and the stained glass and windows shattered.

Valiant took Isolde by the hand... "Come on, let's take shelter... The archers will take care of her."

Isolde wanted to fight, but Vaillant's grip was so strong.

Alban, who had stayed outside, was pursued by the raging dragon.

Arrows hung from it and from its membranes, legs and neck. Not deeply, but like bedbugs stuck in the skin...

In her state of rage, she neglected the basics: "Protect yourself..."

Without knowing it, Marise was burning up her reserves and was in danger of fainting. In the air or on the ground, making her vulnerable to Vaillant's men.

Some of them were selling pieces of her for gold... dragon scale armour, magical objects made from her organs... A flying treasure within reach...

Alban tried to lure Marise further away, to keep her away from the castle, from the trap.

Of course, his attack would have consequences, but the most urgent thing was to save her...

Then he realised... Shit, Isolde, Big Sister! She is in the lion's den...

On the stairs that led to the underground passages of the castle, there was a coming and going with torches, food chests, to hold a siege...

"Have mercy, valiant Lord... I'll do everything!!!! don't kill Marise... She is also family to me... Please...she is mad with grief, you made her mother die... She's just a child..."

Vaillant wasn't looking at Isolde, but was looking in the opposite direction, A big smile... His plans were falling into place by themselves.

"Become my queen and all will be forgotten... No harm will come to her..."

"Thank you Lord...."

"Call me Valiant!"

Alban flew faster than the dragon who was completely blinded by his rage. It attacked everything that moved. It was a miracle that no one died.

Then she shouted "Assassins" again and she pricked her nose, fainted.

Alban barely caught up with her and with all his strength, he limited the impact of the dragon, which was bigger than him... It weighed tons.

Breathless, horsemen in armour sprang up from everywhere and he rose into the sky, arrows bouncing off his metal skin and armour plates. Then they tied the dragon to the ground, waiting for their king's orders.

Contrary to their expectation, the dragon was chained up and led into the deepest dungeons of the castle. It was also made smaller, ten metres in length, including the tail, and it was possible to put it on a cart.

Alban shouted as he flew around the castle: "Sire, I have protected you... Have mercy, my big sister..."

Then Isolde, crying and next to the king, signalled to Alban that all was well...

But Alban knew his sister well. He could see that she was upset... that something was wrong.

Isolde looked at him and recognised the grimace: "Run away!" Something terrible was on its way!

Alban was not for nothing the head of the armies of his kingdom, the position just below the king and princes...

He rushed and flew over the Baltic palace... "He shouted: Beware of Tullius!"

The Baltics were informed and knew well this scoundrel with good manners.

Since his meeting with the hydra, the dragons became friendly to him...

Alban arrived in a hurry, exhausted and hungry. He had to refuel.

Altus was waiting for him with his adviser Andromedus.

When they saw Alban's grave mine, they immediately understood that something terrible had happened.