Orichalcum: "Mark, in your kingdom of shadows, you did not carry your castle? And an AI?

Mark did not answer, obsessed by his cuddly toy.

He looked at me and said, "Is he back to childhood or what? Or did the role of St. Nicholas the Dragon rot his spirit?"

At these words, Mark seemed to wake up. Probably the effects of hibernation...

"I'm going in the shadows to search my brol...and I'm going to say hi to Tiamat...."

- Idiot! It's me at last what's left of it...

"Ah..."

-" And the others? "

"Sprayed or in the intact world...

I will force my core into the darkness...

Marc plunged into the darkness.

Then he reappeared, troubled...

"I have a brol not possible... But everything is in order..."

With the help of Oriharukon, we took the Castle out of the darkness and this majestic horror of another time brought back our good memories. And the dragons, if they passed by, would find us again.

On the mountain. An impossible castle appeared.

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The fortress was impregnable because of its position. Only a small perilous path gave access to it at the edge of a precipice. And it was impossible to put siege engines.

We rushed into our home and jumped at Marc's neck.

My things always in the cupboards... And our brols accumulated for centuries.

We still had the children's toys... Their things and we all sniffed after their smell. But it was light and subtle

We hugged old coats from when they were semi human... Then the reserve of St Nicolas dragon... Lots of games, toys and mini robots have... Always in their box. Some of them were real assistants with artificial intelligence becoming real buddies and transforming into mini dragons. We had them made especially for our descendants in mini series. For the hybrids too. We didn't make any difference. Even half a quarter or eighth, a dragon was still a dragon. And there was always a drop of our blood in those robots to help transform into a hybrid dragon.

The AI deployed a radar antenna and holographic screens appeared in our living room.

If Marc was not at the top of technology, I would be an animal on the side.

A signal was also sent in the darkness but nothing... nothing appeared.

Batteries were not made for millennia.

We took the opportunity to do some work in the castle like building bridges and anchoring grapples.

One did not intend to remain there.

The IA was monitoring the surroundings and the intruders.

South of our fortress, a large human city.

Humans were inferior to the other races like dwarves with whom they were in good relationship but elves, orcs and goblin asuras dominated the continent and often stronger often enslaved the humans.

In the southern world, a flying fortress Asura, crowded with orcs was approaching the city.

It was a huge flying golem. Humans, the majority before, were decimated and without the help of dwarf technology, they would be extinct.

Baltes, warned by fires lit on the passes sounded the alert.

"Lord, a castle has appeared out of nowhere in the north," shouted a page. Another warned: "An Asura golem is coming from the north."

Baltes said to his generals: "It is the end this time...". Dwarf reinforcements?

- They will arrive too late.

"How long will it take?"

-2 hours at the most...

Give each able-bodied person a sword, a knife or a bow. Especially the children.

They have to keep their spirits up...

Position the ballists.

Ground troops?

-Orcs. 40000 .

-We? -10,000...

With the ramparts, we had a small chance but with a flying fortress... No chance...

The people panicked, the shutters nailed as if for a storm. Everything was fortified, barricaded.

The waiting was deadly.

2 hours passed, then 3, then 4. Still no enemies. Evening fell and we saw the sky glowing silently in the north.

Baltes began to hope again...

Orcs arrived en masse but horribly burned.