In front of the western black iron gate of Dolven, the 2 senior warriors and the boy who never fought anything outside of training before stood, waiting for the beasts to finally arrive. The sun in the sky above was hidden by large, looming clouds, almost describing the threat the 3 entities were going to be up against. Beyond the gate, the soil was thick, ready for planting seeds, with a handful of plants being seen in the far distance. The weather was surprisingly warm, despite the clouds, one of Dolven's strangenesses.
The hurd flew. They were all soring in the same direction, and everyone of them had the same thoughts on their foggy, instinct driven minds, if they could even call them that. They smelled a tantelizing prey that way, and they were going to feast on its blood, flesh and energy. None will evade the rath of the hurd. The hurd was a group of 20 large, yellow, green, black, red and brown dragons, led by a dark orange female dragon named Asheth. All of them feared and respected her. Her rule was absolute, so they were going to follow her orders, and this time, they were going to enjoy this coming feast. There was a respectable distance of around 100 meters between the beasts due to their immense sizes of around 8 meters in length, and 6 in width to reduce any hurdles when it came to flite. The unreachable above was cloudy, but none of them cared about such worthless details like that. They only concerned themselves with flying, and the act of raking, tearing things and biting them, as well as smashing them to bits. They frequently roared in intimidation of any creature that might exist in their current travelspace. They enjoyed seeing the pests flee for their lives in site of their greatness. The great leader Asheth landed, and they followed suit. They charged and stomped, shaking the earth beneath their hardened feet.
Nadarus, one of the weakling scouts, screeched, and the great leader looked in the direction it was pointing. Their was a pair of likes waiting for them. One of them was white and it was strong, very strong. Yet the great power that drove them did not emanate from it though, it was something else. The second like had the power of the cold on its side, unlike the great leader who burns everything with her great majesty. Still, the power did not emanate from that one either. Maybe it was not living? No, it was their somewhere. The likes advanced into their position as soon as they saw bostros and the hurd advance twards them. All of them roared at once, ushering forth a wave of majestic destruction rawt upon the land and making every living thing scurry away from them all.
Dragnoria saw the enemy dragons before everyone else. She saw one big dark orange dragon with smoky scales. The curved horn it had at the center of its head indicated it was a female, then she saw another beast, then another, then another. More than a duzzen and a half of these creatures were advancing on them, likely attracted to something. Was it one of the 2 dragons? Could it have been Queltsom himself? No, impossible!
"What in the God's name was that!", Gelrahq reacted to their collective, deafening scream of arrival. "How many of those are their?", Queltsom said curiously, not sounding the least bit worried. "I detected the overlapping sounds of around 20 of them, some of them even have some sort of fire in their claws", he added. "Fire? Claws?", Gelrahq asked, and Dragnoria gasped, quickly darting to the side, a huge firy claw slammed into the air where she had been before. If it weren't for the little creature she would have been caught off guard by the overcharged claw of fire. Queltsom yelled "Diamond beam!", and started shooting rays of diamond hardened Kota energy, those versions having the same density but smaller sized, towards the stomping of the creature. Asheth, the orange one leading the beasts flinched and roared in rage, then 3 of her guards flanked her, ready to take the hits for their majestic leader. The beams were relentless, hitting the three of them with a swiftness they couldn't avoid.
Their skin started showing signs of tear in some spots, and that weakness was quickly spreading. Asheth used her claw again, but Dragnoria dodged it, expecting the attack. The attacks didn't stop. Either that the like was powerful or they were being attacked by an unseen enemy. An enemy that was quickly wearing down 3 of her best guardians, and with Kota no less!
Suddenly, the power of the attacks became much, much stronger rather than weaker, and it was now targetting the dented scales of the three black armor-scaled magicless dragons. Queltsom hardened some already drawn energy, then infused it to his right fist, commanding the power to spin while drawing miniscule amounts of Kota energy from the realm, and splitting those small specs into 2 motes, where one of them would infuse his hand permanently, increasing its strength even in the middle of battle. At the same time, he cranked up the hardening to three quarters the power of the incident, and found out that he could barely keep up with it. The three dragons fell, and asheth burned them all, absorbing their blackened ashes and smoldering dust into her body, enhancing her power to attempt compensating for the lost members. The 2 dragons, now massive, around 10 meters in length and 9 wide for Dragnoria, and around 7 and a half tall for Gelrahq, weren't slacking off either, picking off the weaker scouts before they could cause any problems from the distance with a volley of ice bombs and force blasts. Seven of them fell, including a pirple dragon with the head of a hawk and tentacle shaped wings that swam through the sky, which abruptly lost its ballence upon recieving a force blast right in the wing, and fell on one of the big ones, a yellow dragon with a halo of lightning surrounding its head like a crown, which in turn collided with a rocky golem dragon, denting its stony armer. The lightning crown lost control and raged over the rocky beast, entering the dents and frying the monster after some time. Asheth growled in fury and absorbed her subject's power.
Bostros was enraged. How could this big feast kill half of the hurd. By the power of her majesty the great leader, he will kill them all. He had flashfire, instead of ashfire like her, but he would still burn her adversaries. Her enemies were his enemies after all. He advanced to her position, and lowered his head while still standing as a sign of respect. He started to condense energy from the air and convert it to flashfire. It wouldn't increase the efficiency of the fire, but higher density and more amounts of energy is still good. She growled at him, but he raised his head, glaired at the enemies in the distance, and opened his fangs, showing a spinning yello flame in his throat. She nodded.
Queltsom was panting heavily by now, the attacks stopping. He enhanced the operation in his right fist by using what he drew before stopping to accelerate the power sucking vortex spinning inside of his fist, more motes now sinking into his hands permanently. He felt an increasing pain in his hand, but he ignored it, and continued stockpiling Kota power inside it, preparing for what he dubbed "the Punch of the sentury". That ment using the cold shell titan's fist, one of the moves he used thoughtlessly.
Gelrahq squared off against one of the greens, who was using life energy to control the plants in the area, sending them to distract both Gelrahq himself along with his allies. The green seamed to have withstood at least some of the monstrification's results, having a bit of inteligence in his similarly green eyes. He had red dotted scales, likely a sign of his submition to the smoky one. Neither he or his hurd mates knew about Hatchlen, so that was a good thing at least. The lad was going to punch one of them to death. It's strange how he didn't get scared at all, not of the hungry beasts, not of him or the white hag, even though both of them are dragons. Even if he knows them to a degree, mostly his teacher Dragnie actually, but witnessing some of their power only seamed to spark wonder in him.
The green spoke, in a voice that suggested that talking was extremely hard for the poor guy. "You. Aarrrrrrrrrre, strrrrrrrrrrrrrongngngng. Vrerrrrrrrrrrrry. Strrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrongngngng. Brut. Human. Is. The kill ler. Of the. Three grardians. Rizzent that. Right?", He said, and his eyes glinted from the pain.
"Yes. I knew one of you was going to sense him, and unsurprisingly, it was you. Also, thanks. You're not too shabby yourself, battlefriend. What do you say we free you of that dread curse you have? I know your plant buddies are trying to help, they sense you and they are helping your mind recover, but a handful of green trees against 300 buckets of dragonblood damage just aren't going to win.", Gelrahq replied.
"Human, is, very, strrrrrrrrrrongngng. Wonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfulllllllllllllllllll. Ah, rwhat, rwhat izzzzzzzzzzzzz thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat! Restrained. Pained. Just, how is this creature still alive!", the green dragon spoke normally for the first time, having a mind spike. "Beast! Beast! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeast!", he said. "Yes! Be gone! I, want to live again! Can you aid me, brother of the cold? I pleade you!", he begged, starting to cry. "I foolishly chose to kill my likes and drink their blood, and I have been following a similarly mindless monster for 5 decades. I, saw what this dragon did, through the mind spikes like this where i become aware for a time. It keeps hawnting me! I, I, I!", he added.
Queltsom jumped off of Dragnoria, who fought against a pair of big black male dragons with spiky manipulable scales. The claws also had spikes on them. She didn't notice. "Hey, Gelrahq's enemy. Do you hear me?", he said in a serious voice.
Verdive, the green dragon, looked at the human for a considerable amount of time. He wasn't scared or trembling. This little insignificant looking creature jumped off of a ferocious dragon casually and ran twards him, and spoke to him without hesitating. Also, why are his eyes strange?
"Hey, did you turn bad again? Answer me.", he added after a moment of silence from the green dragon.
"No, I, hear you. Say what you have, creature", Verdive said.
"I have a name, dragon. It's Queltsom. Please don't forget it", the boy, now named Queltsom, said. "Do you want to stop hurting people?", he asked.
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"Yes, yes I, I want to, but I am cornered. I can't do that as I am now, the mind spike only lasts for a day or 2, which is not enough to get rid of the blood. After the mind spike ends, I become instinct driven again, which will renew the blood curse I have. And if I show fear or unwillingness to follow Asheth's command, she'll kill me. I just can't fight her back. Every member of the Hurd was recruited after being ruthlessly defeated by her maj, her awfulness!", the plant colored beast replied.
"This Asheth is the one with the fire claw?", Queltsom asked.
"Ya, yes, it's her!", Verdive said, screaming slightly.
"We'll kill her, if she won't recover her, what was the word? Oh yeah, brain, her brain. And you'll come with us, we will find a way to remove this sickness you got from drinking the blood of your friends, which is the worst thing I ever hird in my life! Unacceptable!", Queltsom said, bluntly. Verdive sensed an energy spike fuled with anger from the kid, which was surprisingly unsurprising. He wondered why he didn't just attack him, knowing fully well that he would dare do that, even to a potentially hostile enemy.
"Kill Asheth? You're, you're dreaming boy. Not even I beat her, and you clame to be going to do that?", Verdive said, astonished.
"Not me, I'm just going to hit her with a few punches, but my friends will do the rest. They will save you. Oh and your plants will be happier!", he suddenly said in a bright, more cheerful voice. "Gelrahq, can you help him?", he asked, not turning to his friends for some reason.
The gray dragon spoke for the first time since Queltsom's arrival, grunnting a "Yeah, will do", causing the boy to run twards drag...
Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!", Dragnoria screamed in pain. The air smelled of ashes and something else. Something horrible. "Asheth,", he growled, "I'll kill you!", he screamed. He started breathing loudly. At the same time, an inky black smoke emerged and spun around him like a miniature tornado, before coating his body, causing it to twitch and transform into a horrible abomination.
The resulting creature was a humanoid with 2 tongues sticking out from its mouth. The hands had the color of blood, and the face distorted itself into a raging anger. The tongues were spun and spat out, and 2 horribly sharp black fangs were shown. The beast of horror expanded, now 15 meters wide and 7 in length. Its eyes grew, now opening to show a hateful glair that looked for things to destroy. Then it roared, sounding like the worst elements from a lions roar mixed with a gyant human's scream, added to a shreaky version of the same sound. The ground trembled before its roar.
"What, in the name, of the God is that! Hatchlen?", Gelrahq wispered, having a horrified expression on his face. "Invader!", Verdive screamed. "Run, run out of here as far as you can. Take this piece of my ice with you to the east, find a building made of ice, give that to the winged dragon in their after entering. She'll let you in after seeing the ice shard. Ask her to lock you in safely, to freeze you in time and avoid your outburst when your mind spike inevidably ends.", Gelrahq said in a fast, almost trembling voice. The 6 meter tall green dragon didn't wait for him to tell him again, flying twards the building.
"Gwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrshshrshrshrshrshrshr!", the not Hatchlen beast roared. Then it stomped forward, toward his teacher! It extended its blood colored fist and made to hit her, but it stopped. It growled, and touched her fallen back. "Shwaabrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbf", it said in a low, almost sad voice.
Then it bounded towards the watching group of enemies, and jumped twards one of the dragons, and punched it with its right fist, overcharged with Kota as it was. The black ice dragon's armer cracked and shattered, then it wimpered in pain and fell, dying instantly, due to the kota power that was put into Queltsom's strike. The abomination sighed in relief somehow, then it continued onwards, seaming to move much more smoothly and in focus now than it was before the punch. One of the dragons trembled, seeing the dragon that fell before the enraged demon. That dead dragon got absorbed by its leader, and Bostros did not want to be absorbed by her. He wanted to live. He stopped playing follower and flew twards Gelrahq saying:"Give me a cristal, now!", and he did give him one. He flew, not daring to look back.
"Asheth absorbed all her followers except for the two that escaped her influence, and she got bigger, almost rivaling the beast of horror before her, then she faced it, baring her fangs in a show of dominance. The beast laughed like a nightmarish being, and did the same, black fangs flashing in the morning light. Asheth attacked with an oval shaped breath of gray ashfire in the face of the demonic death bringer, causing a light yelp of surprise, before it laughed again, and said: "Brarkshshkshshssh?", then punched her in her long snout, sending her flying back 10 feet or so. She advanced again, and struck it with her claw attack, now similar in strength to the one she tried ambushing the white with. It only staggered back, and punched her again, with twice as much strength. She screamed in pain, sounding like an octave down gravly squeal with a touch longer than normal tiger snarl.
She recoiled, and then charged a considerable amount of ashfire into her throat, and shot it forward, a mass of dark gray fire that scraped against the beast's skin, causing it to scream a "Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!". It moved back involuntarily for 30 feet, and then growled loudly. It stomped slowly, charging one of its attacks, unseen by the creatures watching the battle. Then breathed a dark substance from its mouth that struck the ash dragon and caused her to fall to her knees in pain. After the attack ended, a large gash of black was visible on her sholder down to her scaly chest.
"Arctic auraa!", Gelrahq screamed, and the area turned into a subzero teretory around asheth. The cold interacted with her heat, and turned into water that dripped on her, causing screams of pain, and the fire she held seamed to dimm. In that time, the beast did not attack, watching him. After the attack ended, the beast yelled a shreaky and weird version of the move's name that sounded like "Braaaarrrrctiiccc rauraaaaaa!", and a weaker but still effective blast of ice, water, and screams was seen and hird. "Rotten flames! It can copy me?", Gelrahq wispered in utter shock.
Asheth, now full of gashes and panting smoke, infused her body with her own flames, which is different from channeling them and using them directly, and roared at the beast. It took the bate and punched her, still with its right hand. It was rewarded with a big burn, so it flinched back, hesitating. Then it hit her with a constant barrage of black toxic goo that seamed to turn liquid, and her fire flickered, almost running out. And when it increased in intensity, it actually ran out causing her to scream loudly. Whatever the beast did, Asheth was losing quickly.
The beast ran towards her, closing the distance, and started punching, and punching, and punching and punching, not stopping. It punched harder, grunting with a "Guarg!" each time. The punches increased in speed, and now the beast started to use both of its hands, each punch reenforced by the toxic black goo. Each time, the armer of the dragon would dent, or crack, and she would yell in pain. The beast started growling, only punching with one hand, and the growling increased in volume, like if a person was charging for an attack that is very powerful or hard to control. The growl rose to a very loud volume, then:
Smash! The ground trembled with the force of the last punch, and the dragon was lifted into the air, over the beast, then exploded, turning into volotile flames. The beast roared in pain. When the smoke cleared, the walking horor was panting, its breath heaving. And with each exhale it made, black smoke rose into the air, vanishing among the clouds. It started shrinking, and Gelrahq saw that Queltsom's actual body was covered with the transformed one, which now just stopped existing. The fangs were gone, showing Queltsom's little teath, and the skin turned brown, the horrifying bloody color no longer their. Then Queltsom fell on the ground, unconcious. Dragnoria, now awakened, quickly carried him to her back, having a grim expression on her face. She and Gelrahq ran to the big house with the large bedroom and the training grounds, and she quickly flew, not bothering to care about the door she just crashed through. She deposited him in the smaller bed, and then left the room.
"What was that, Dragnie!", Gelrahq said. "I, I don't know. Must be some effect of his circumstances", she replied in a grim voice. "What will you do?", he asked. "I'll do (it)", she replied, sending the last word with the intent of the actions she was going to do, not vocalizing them.
"No! Are you serious?", he yelled. "He will not handle this well at all!".
"I know, but he has to get rid of that beast, whatever it is. That problem is far more important than the chaos he will make when he wakes up somewhere else unknown to him", she added.
She carried him after coming back to the room, and sent a raging globe of Kota energy into him. His soul reflexively spun it, drawing the energy and infusing it to his body. The energy moved to his body, infusing it. Whenever the Kota fades out, his body would draw more, continuing to enhance itself untill he woke up. Thus, the cycle began.
She drew a complicated rune circle on the ground, with her aura of course. That way, she could materialize it in a blink of an eye, so long as she imagines it accurately. Then, she called upon the concept of space. Commanding it to link between 2 of her memories, she pulled. Then, she muttered an intricate and long incantation under her breath. An average shimmering blue hole opened in the rune circle's center. A portal. she threw Queltsom into the hole in space, and he vanished with a pulse of spacial energy. He was transported from the 100th floor, in the kingdom of Zonderia, all the way to the first floor. The circle was created to be a gradual transportation, so she has enough time to arrange for his arrival on the lowest floor of the Omnis