In a blink of an eye, Timothy found himself in a new world. At first he couldn’t comprehend how the scenery changed from a rocky mountain, to a lush green field, but then he caught up with what happened.
Iron Claw the Wicked had unleashed this wave of colorful bubbles against him, and most of the platoon, which in turn forced this change of scenery. He was alive, he was okay, but it would appear that they’ve all teleported!
“That motherfucker!” He cussed, “This is another universe, a nano universe if I'm not mistaken. We barely have a sky on top of our heads, it can't be a planet.”
Timothy was spot on, he didn’t take a wild guess here. Universes of various sizes were almost always intertwined with one another, he wasn’t surprised about that, however, he was still very irritated.
There were a bunch of other guards here, close by to him, and a couple of dragonflies too. They all shared the same fate, they were in an unknown place, where the scenery looked so beautiful that one would almost throw up because of the excess beauty. It was like a fantasy land, with islands in the sky, even!
It was a beautiful place, but the way they've teleported here was illogical, and terrifying! Tim felt spooked, and rightfully so, because Iron Claw the wicked had summoned countless portals through his mouth, just moments ato, that was the case, that was what brought them here. He had blown the portals over to the platoon, as if it was a wave of fire, and this had been a very unusual way to summon portals! It was unheard of.
This was why he was spooked, so naturally, he complained. “That big bastard was like a literal god, and they brought us to his nest to fight him… I can't even begin to say how irresponsible that is! We would need ten-thousand mages to kill that thing, not three hundred! The city wanted us dead, there's no other way to describe this.”
“Lying bastards! If that priest doesn't bless us after all of this, I’m going to blast his brain to oblivion…” He promised himself.
Anyway, after he and the people around him overcame the shock of popping into a new universe, they tried to assess their situation afterwards. There were eighty goblins in total around him, seven of them were volunteers, and the rest were guards.
In a way, these numbers were good because it meant plenty of people survived Iron Claw's attack, but at the same time it was terrifying. Timothy was no math wizard, but he was certain that the portals had engulfed almost everybody back in that mountain, way beyond eighty people, that was for sure.
Considering that the rest of the people who fell victim to the portals, weren't paired with the group around him here, he could only assume the worst! They could be dead, and this was terrible, because he couldn’t see his friends anywhere, they weren't part of the goblins around him.
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“They have to be somewhere close, or they're dead.” He thought, “Let’s hope they're close.”
Timothy then wanted to talk with the mages that he was with, but he noticed that they were arguing already. Despite their endless formalities, and discipline, they were fighting over who gets to command the group now.
“Pathetic,” Tim sneered, and since most of these people were stronger than him in terms of mana quality, he didn’t bother offering them any help. “They can find their own way back home, I wouldn't want to hurt their little ego.”
Anyway, the best way to explore these lands was to have a better look from above, he had to fly. Luckily, Bolivamus Tal the Greater, otherwise known as Billy the dragonfly, had teleported close to him, and this was more than advantageous!
Billy followed him like a puppy, and the other dragonfly followed suit instinctively. He had two dragons at his disposal, and he didn't plan on sharing them.
Tim rubbed the dragons around the chin, and then he asked them. “Why are you guys so happy, huh? We almost died a second ago.”
The dragons did not answer, and thankfully so, because he wouldn't be able to handle talking dragons right now, so he just went along with his plan. He climbed on top of Billy, and as they were to take off, he noticed a man coming out of the crowd of guards. It was Gustav, his recent friend.
“Off to trouble again, huh?” Gustav asked, preventing Tim from taking off.
“I didn't see you there, that armor of yours makes you guys look like clones. Anyways, I'm gonna hit the sky, I have to find my friends.” Tim followed along, and then he offered. “You’re welcome to come with me, Guss. We have a better chance of getting out of here than those howling bastards behind you, we work well together you know?”
“I'll take you up on that offer,” Gustav said, and climbed on the other dragon. “Do I have to name him or something? I don't want him to drop me from the sky, so would naming him appeal to the dragon?”
Timothy nodded, even though he knew for sure that Gustav wouldn't be in danger if he hit the sky with the dragonfly, he would be good. However, Tim was convinced that this naming process would be funny, so he let his friend give it a shot.
“How about Crawford?” He pitched, but the dragon shook its head in disagreement.
“Thompson?” He pitched again, but the dragon squealed, it was irritated now.
“I think it's a girl dragon, Guss.” Tim pointed out.
Although it was really difficult to tell their genders apart, they still took it into consideration. Guss was adaptive.
“How about Catherine Light-wing, then? Cathy for short.” He pitched, and the dragon appreciated this name, so it nodded.
Anyway, after they got into Cathy's good side by giving her a decent name, they hit the sky. The universe around them wasn't too big, but it still was about ten kilometers wide from what Timothy could guess, so they had some exploring to do!
The group of guards, and volunteers were left behind, with their fingers up their noses, and their overall tension high. Considering their overall arsenal of power, they felt too proud to even think about asking help from the guys on the dragon, so they didn't bother. The guards were certain that they could find their own way home, assuming that they didn’t kill each other first.