Altus was very unhappy with his situation.

No matter how he looked at himself, he was a horror to his taste.

His friends tried to comfort him and finally he isolated himself at the bottom of the valley.

Hunger won him over, he knew nothing more. He remembered the word "HUD" and a menu was superimposed on his vision which became 360°.

It was disturbing like a pigeon.

He stared at the lines and an instruction manual was forced on him.

He was given the time, date and calendar and then a 3D view explaining to him, with zoom and sectional view, the position of the legs for walking and flying.

How to use the energy around him.

Spread his wings and position them in the sun.

He walked a bit like a big clumsy crow and fell down sometimes trying not to damage the surroundings until the ground was free.

He saw energy gauges. But in addition to the visual, he had a nervous feeling, like when you are in the water and you feel the pressure in your ears but without hurting.

The more he was facing the sun, the more his solar energy recharged, reducing his hunger.

Then the hud asked him to take alcohol or fat, depending on the usable concentration.

His energy was "digested" by a system of magical crystals and it was also stored in crystals that composed his body half magical half plane, the whole making him a hybrid metal dragon.

Then he saw flaming spear gauges, and a magic missile machine gun.

Regardless of his mana, which climbed every second to levels impossible for a human.

Then the locomotion.

The hud asked him to walk and go to different points and he had to "feel" his paws.

The hud asked him to go on a flat surface, as flat as possible.

And his knees opened up to let rear wheels appear.

The feeling was weird and crazy.

He was moving faster and faster, but without force.

It was more to land

Then everything closed and took its place.

But he was still hungry, very hungry...

So he swallowed liters of alcohol, but it was not intoxicating...

He moved slowly for several hours to reach the field of tiberium.

Fear took him and then he approached his paw and, surprisingly, he had no burning sensation. On the contrary, everything smelled like sugar.

The crystals looked like fields of chewing gum, candy and colored sugar lumps.

The hud asked him to open his mouth and take some crystals that broke like candy and melted in his mouth. A feeling of pleasure, like a real candy was felt.

He ate a few and his energy was quickly filled.

His friends and soldiers saw him harvesting Iberium like fruit in an orchard.

The crystals had different tastes depending on the color.

It was good and delicious, but he started to jerk, to jump in grief.

AH

AH

AH

AAAAAAH... I am reduced to eating this poison.....What misery...

No one to comfort him...

Out of the darkness, Oriharukon and White were witnessing Alban's tears, who did not accept the new him, and was still clinging to his old life...

The dragons wept this drama and this unhappy dragon...

He remained there, lying motionless in the field of Iberium...probably waiting for his fire to burn, to blaze with the radiation of the crystals...

But nothing came, except at night.

From the darkness, a voice tried to comfort him...

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Kraa: "Alban... You are not alone... we are a family and we care about each other. We also care about you...".

Alban: "Shut up! Leave me alone! You are beasts... You, you...

He grunted and shouted: "You're going to pay for this!!!! AAAAAAAAAAARGHHHH! MONSTERS!"

Altus was awakened by this racket when he heard the cries of despair from his master-of-arms and friend.

Then, after having spent his rage against the whole world, he had a bad grin...

Then turning to the sky which was turning red, he spread his wings/arms and felt, no, saw with a radar some burning stones falling in the area...

He shouted and too far away, he started running and gliding while making jumps.

Then, after having spent his rage against the whole world, he had a bad grin...

Then turning to the sky which was turning red, he spread his wings/arms and felt, no, saw with a radar some burning stones falling in the area...

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He shouted and too far away, he started running and gliding while making jumps.

He hadn't turned on his engines, not enough training, and he was too traumatized.

Already the sky was lighting up, lightning struck the meteors and a rain of burning crystals began to fall on the area.

Alban had just enough time to get into the dungeons below the castle, but as the door was open, civilians, soldiers and villagers took shelter as best they could.

Then the favorite big molten stones fell and the atmosphere became green on the ground and red-orange in the sky.

The land was turned over and in some places where there was a house, the next moment there was nothing left...

For safety, the nobles and Altus took refuge in the deep dungeons.

Deaf detonations and dust fell from the ceiling, as if there was a bombardment.

These sudden and unpredictable storms had forced mankind to dig itself full of shelters to survive the bombing.

The storms did not last long but could cause enormous localized damage.

Luckily, only the fields were hit but tiberium was blooming...

In the kingdom of Midas, George and Mark talked about Albus among themselves and they were accompanied by Roah and the priestess, who was, in fact, a novice.

Then in the distance the sky became red-orange and sirens sounded.

Some dwarves had cranked the crank sirens again, thus having a long range.

People began to panic.

And a man dressed in black, a preacher...screamed: PROPHETY IS FALSE. HONEST TO YOU.

THE GOLDEN KING G WILL COME BACK TO SAVE US AND WE WILL BE THE JUDGES.

Guards ran after the old man who had prepared his escape with a rope hanging down to the lower city, allowing him to disappear into the maze of water collectors.

But one guard had a rope in his hand and was walking up the street.

"So, Montaron.... your escape is cut off."

How many times and how many more lashes will it take for you to stop blaspheming... the cult of Gidhorah is forbidden.... You blaspheme to question the established order.

The old man was thrown to the ground and began to be kicked.

Instantly, I stood between him and the guard.

"Get out of here, miscreant, you want a whipping too?"

Casting: "Charm. Go back on your rounds and forget the incident."

the others were also entitled to this treatment.

I raised the poor man, He was old and must have been about 80 years old... thin and worn out...

When I picked him up, he received a minor treatment.

"Thank you strangers... You save me...May my Lord watch over you...But the stones will fall...Come and take shelter in my secret temple.

We then followed the old man into an underground maze, lit by torches and candles.

He was advancing at a fast pace.

Then he turned around and said, "Do you believe in the great golden one? The devourer of the world?

I, keenly interested: "Yes, of course..."

Do you want to be part of my believers, to join the cult?

Georges started laughing in secret....

Montaron : "It's a great secret... but only the initiated can approach his relics...."

We arrived in a huge dark hall, with almost no light...

Me : "I suppose that darkness is used to get closer to "Him""...

Montaron "Exactly... how do you know?"

Then we were interrupted by vibrations and tremors.

Meteors were hitting the earth where we were.

Montaron: "Don't be afraid, we are protected by the relics."

I felt like a protective sphere, a force field with reverse gravity activated.

Something I used but probably improved by my children...and scientists.

A few people, veiled in black, were praying and looking better, in the dark, I could see a golden statue of me ...

Georges looked: "Look, daddy...it's beautiful, it's really to...he stopped dead but Montaron felt something...".

Montaron: I feel his presence... from time to time, I dream about him and try to transmit his true history but the cult has been forbidden for several generations and I try to preserve his knowledge and wisdom.

I was moved...

Montaron banged his fist on the wall... "This dragon hunt drives people crazy and it breaks my heart. I know, I saw you at the guild, you too are looking for dragons but I won't say anything more. Thank you for sparing me the lashes.

You can come to pray but not to defile the image of Leviathan.

My whole life has been devoted to worship.

I: "The Montarons ... from Transylvania ... Bichnine, a teacher...."

Montaron fell to his knees...

How do you know? Only I know these details.

"Montaron, show us your temple...!!!

He felt that something was not right.

Moreover I let escape my aura..partially....

He showed in a multi-centennial cabinet, a games console, almost in dust, cast in resin, to protect it...

I recognized immediately my Atari....

"Eh... my Atari..."

Montaron felt as if I was possessed of Ghidora's spirit... He was crying and wavering, showing various objects that belonged to us and to my parents.

I found a pair of my mother's glasses...

I shed a tear when I saw it and then some portraits...

There were also pictures of battles and models and military medals and symbols and retouched repainted pictures of me in Gidhorah.

Then we were attracted by a bi, an ultrasound...but that attracted George more than me. I was already in hibernation and disappeared at the first minor impacts, before the arrival of the big pieces of the comet that caused the great cataclysm.

In front of the fervor of the few believers, I had to do something.

They were believers who came here, risking their freedom or being punished for their belief.

Montaron had to be rewarded for this and for all the sacrifices he had made.

I set him straight by holding his hands.

"Monaron... I owe you an apology... You have suffered too much, all these generations...

Then I stepped back and asked if the floor was solid, without a cellar...

Montaron: "Yes???"

Then my hand shone like gold.

I pulled out a claw from the devourer.

It was several meters long and my eyes cracked and the streams reversed.

Smoke came out of my nose and I took the cavernous and terrible voice of the giant.

My voice was like thunder.

"I am Gidhorah, your king..., the devourer."

Teeth grew in my mouth. I was still human-sized but with only one finger out and my dragon eyes.

My mouth turned into a mouth proportionate to my size. And when I opened my singularity the light and candles were sucked out. And only my shadow gave a little "light".

Sound and noise were swallowed and a deadly and absolute silence reigned in this kind of underground cathedral.

Montaron and the faithful were on their knees before me, their hands stretched out to heaven...then they prostrated themselves...

All of them: "God Gidhorah... you have returned...!".