Tania and her team summoned a tongue of fire and buried themselves to the surprise of all to take shelter from the bombing.

From her monitor she could see and calculate the position of the impacts.

The stones would pass by. Spectacular but harmless this time.

A radio message coming from her base, indicating that a strange dragon wanted to talk to her, but above all to Iseultbella!

Some soldiers and a mentat described the dragon as a heldrake but not part of the infernal army.

But Tania was on to something and asked the mentat to interrogate the dragon.

After a few minutes, Tania asked if he could come to them but she learned that he could not fly...

A Heldrake that can't fly... impossible, they are beings from the sky...

Then the mentat said that the Heldrake cried all the time after Isolde.

Tania "Ask him if he has any news about Alban..."

The answer was dreadful.

She spoke directly with the heldrake in draconian language.

Then she turned sadly to Isolde.

Isolde, beginning to know the subtle expressions of the raptor feared the worst.

She heard in draconian language: "Yes, I will tell her... This is terrible.

She will have to be brave..."

Tania, holding the microphone against her so that no one could hear, turned to Isolde.

"It's your brother.... he had an accident.... It was terrible..."

Isolde burst into tears. "HE HE HE is dead? Is that it????"

Tania: "The Alban you knew is gone... or rather, it's him again. He is alive but..."

Isolde, begging "But what??"

"He was shot and his body was lost... the dragons.... turned him into a heldrake...".

A metal dragon hybrid with almost nothing organic...

It's worse than draconization...

He is half machine...but alive....

Isolde : "Put him on... I want to talk to him...".

Tania put the CB radio to Isolde...

"Alban?? Alban??It is Sister... Tell me that you are alive, I beg you..."

- "SNIFF... "

She could hear her brother crying but her voice was much lower, like thunder.

Like he was talking in a long tube.

"Sweetie.... I'm sorry...I did the wrong thing too much...Those dragons.... they're monsters... Run away... don't stay with them...

You'll be sorry... They turned me into a metal monster. I am a nightmare on legs.

I've seen what they are capable of, you can't imagine the horrors they do.

They've turned me into a scrap heap!!! they're crazy. I beg you, go home..."

Isolde was shocked.

It was his brother...

"Say, Tania, is it true that he was mutilated like that???? Answer me!"

Then she said "Tania, I'm suffocating here... I want to get out..."

The tank came to the surface and they came out...

Then Tania felt Isolde's fear and discomfort.

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"Tania, I'm leaving... I have to see Alban... I'm sorry. But my brother means a lot to me, more than anything else..."

The dragon was worried.

"Isolde... You won't abandon me, will you?"

To her horror, the silence was unbearable.

"No...Tania, but...I must see my brother first... I know that you love me and I love you, but everything is going too fast, my flesh is bruised and I am afraid for my brother.

Now he's going to do bullshit after bullshit and only I can help him."

Marise: "Need a ride? Want me to come with you?"

Unintentionally and emotionally caught up, Isolde answered NO curtly. Then she apologized, more out of fear of the dragons than out of politeness.

The dragons appeared to her from another angle, less sympathetic, the flesh of his brother bruised by them had broken something in her and she saw herself more and more corrupted by Tania.

The pleasure was inhuman, no human being could make her enjoy it so, she became afraid of her addiction.

In her head she said, it wasn't me... And she realized that she understood the draconian more and more.

Alban's message was turning in her head. He saw what the Zergs were capable of, but for him to panic like that was another level. She knew that even in his delusions, he never lied.

Tania wanted to kiss Isolde but she avoided her tongue.

"Stop it, Tania....Yes...I love you too but respect me...I also need to think, to settle down.

I will wait for you at the castle..."

Tania began to cry and knelt down...

"Forgive Isolde...forgive me...I didn't do anything to you...

I never wanted to hurt you or your family...I'm sorry...I love you, don't leave me..."

Isolde stopped walking and turned back towards Tania, visibly angry.

"You don't hurt me, you don't...but if you..." She stopped to say that it was because of all the dragons that mankind was suffering, because of their strength, their power, their pressure...

Tania understood what she was thinking, defeated...

Then she started crying like a child, her hands against her eyes...

"I'm horrible...Isolde...sorry...I imposed myself on you..."

Isolde was touched by Tania's emotional reaction...

She came closer and wanted to caress her to console her, but she also burst out and the truth came out, raw.

"Tania.... I'm afraid... I'm afraid of the dragons and also of you.... sorry... I'm only a little human...

My brother, my only remaining family is bruised just for looking at the dragons...

And my family was slaughtered by wyverns and eaten in front of me...

It's too much... I'm cracking up..."

Tania wanted to put her paw on Isolde's shoulder...

"NOOOOON", she shouted... protecting her shoulder with her hand...

She turned her back on Tania and started to run, to flee...

Tania wanted to catch up with her, then Isolde turned around to face her.

Isolde was furious: "If you don't hurt me at all, then why do I understand the draconian now???? GROA? GROA??

You are corrupting me, Tania... You are becoming a drug for me... and if I don't put a little distance between you and me, I will never be able to do without you physically.

The longer I stay with you, the more I become like you... So, if you really love me...

Accept me as I am... a little human who loves a dragon, not a future dragon."

Tania threw herself at Isolde's feet... "Sorry.... I didn't realize... Isolde, I love you as you are..."

Isolde caressed Tania's head...

"Let me go...and I'll come back to you later, but give me time. But give me time. Okay?"

As Tania was really grieving, Isolde realized that Tania loved her truly and sincerely.

She held Tania to her chest (her head). And consoled her...

She looked at Marise who was looking down... She knew things and was furious inside against Tania but also saw that she still had her heart and that her love was true.

She sighed, giving up...There was no point in complicating the situation further.

Marise: "I'll take you back to Alban... you certainly want to see him soon..."

And without saying anything, Isolde climbed on Marise...

Tania dried her tears... "Be careful... I care about you..."

She wanted to accompany them but Marise stared at her, making her understand that Isolde needed to be alone.

She sighed and went back to the inn to get some alcohol.

When she arrived, everyone stepped aside, terrified.

"It's the general. "

She stood in a corner of the tavern, swallowing beer on beer, alcohol on alcohol and folded herself in the corner and everyone heard a dragon's grief.

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In the underground, in the huge underground cathedral...

I was looking at the basilica. It was actually sober and dark... Empty.

The cupboards were carts whose wheels were hidden by sheets.

They had to flee several times...

I was moved... very moved.

My claw returned to its place and my head also returned to normal.

Montaron: I am your most faithful believer... I never expected to see our God in my lifetime...

I'm sorry that our worship is hidden from the eyes of this Christian religion.

He put us in an alcove, like a throne with illuminations with my exploits painted on the wall and other exploits that I would have done but don't remember.

Montaron: "Thousands of years ago, your cult had taken over...".

I put my hand on his, aged and parchment...

"Montaron... you will be my pope and your faithfulness will be rewarded."

"Lord, I am nothing... our worship is at an end... crushed by others... "

"Montaron... it's not your fault... We were asleep and the cataclysm affected us all.

I should have died with it... but God decided so..."

Montaron: "But why are you quoting God by being one yourself...?

HAHAHA... Montaron... I have always been a faithful Christian myself...

What you don't know, I'll show you the evidence...

I then took a lead box out of my darkness.

Before the cataclysm, this box was 1300 years old.

It is signed by the pope of the time himself... I was and still am a Knight and Dragon Hunter...

I made my pilgrimage and I fought the snakes and the terrible vampires.

I also have the Grail and Longinus and the Ring of the Nibelungens.

I also pray to Odin, the god of the north and the ice gods, but no one knows that name anymore..."

Montaron's eyes sparkled.

"Such treasures... Then you are very close to God... You are a God too..."

"Montaron... I may be a god to you... I may be a god to you... I may be...

Montaron: "You have treasures in your hands that can make the whole cult flicker..."

Me: "I know and I will help you so that your worship can continue. But as I told you, I am a knight, a true knight of the true Middle Ages. I have known enchanters and the first magi.

If you want to worship me, then worship me as a knight, a saint."

Montaron: "And these relics, do they have power?"

"The grail and the spear are life and death... one gives it back and the other takes it away."

Then Montaron asked who Georges was.

Georges: I am his grandson... and also the Dragon Lord...

Montaron fell to his knees even harder.

The dizziness surprised him and he fainted, unable to realize the presence in front of him.

Alban was now at the Zerg base, at last what was left of it. That's why he was able to communicate with his sister, using the radio, but he realized that he too could use the radio in his head. But he had sought the help of the remaining mentats.

From the base, there was only a runway left for bird watchers but long enough for an airplane runway and too long for a Heldrake capable of taking off vertically. Like an eagle.

The command center remained, like a radar tower building, radome. linked to barracks or a dormitory and a cafeteria remained to house the mentats and a handful of soldiers.

Only one or two tongues of fire and two Choppers, the jeep used by Tania and Pharotek, were to remain.

The technicians inspected Alban and took notes on holographic paper.

During the taking of measurements, the figure of Marise, carrying Isolde appeared in the sky.

Then, Isolde jumped from the back of the dragoness and rushed towards the base.

It passed beside Alban and the other parked vehicles.

Alban shed a tear, he had been ignored by his sister...

But she stopped, as if she had gone too fast...

Unable, and especially not wanting to realize it, she froze.

"Alban????"

"Alban????"