Grandfather's words reverberated through my being, striking a chord of astonishment and realization. "My grandchild is still in there," he had proclaimed, and in that instant, my eyes widened in a mix of shock and disbelief. The weight of his statement lingered in the air, sparking a flurry of thoughts within my mind.
As I contemplated the implications, the word "grandchild" echoed within the chambers of my consciousness. It sent my mind racing, seeking to unravel the mystery concealed within those words. Essie, resided with Grandma, making it unlikely that she was the one referred to. Immy, was left in the mortal realm, seemed an improbable candidate as well, although a sliver of doubt crept in, considering the tumultuous circumstances we found ourselves in.
Yet, the revelation left only one dragon remaining, and in that fleeting moment, Ynos's image flashed vividly in my mind. My breath hastened, and a surge of emotions coursed through me, a mixture of concern and urgency intertwining with a thread of fear. Sidus, too, mirrored my reaction, his aura surging in response, his eyes growing frosty as they fixed upon the planet below.
Together, we shared an unspoken understanding, an unyielding determination rising within us. The revelation had struck a chord, igniting a fervent resolve to ensure the safety and well-being of our little brother.
A solemn expression adorned the face of one of the elders as he addressed Grandfather with a weighty statement. "The plane needs to be destroyed," he declared, his voice resonating with a somber tone. The implications of his words hung heavy in the air, a testament to the severity of the situation.
Grandfather's piercing gaze locked onto the elder, his eyes reflecting an icy resolve. The intensity of his response was palpable as he retorted, "Did you not hear what I had said? My grandchild is still there." His voice carried an undeniable sense of determination and protectiveness.
The elder's demeanor shifted as he swiftly lowered his head, acknowledging Grandfather's emotions and position. With a mix of respect and urgency, he continued, "While I deeply respect and understand your emotions, great Destroyer, our situation remains dire. The plane must be destroyed, and the longer we delay, the graver the consequences will be!" The dragon's voice rose, laced with a tinge of desperation.
Grandfather's frown deepened, and the intensity of his aura surged, radiating an overwhelming presence that made it challenging to meet his gaze directly. He confronted the elder's implicit suggestion head-on, his words resonating with defiance. "Are you asking me to abandon my grandchild?" His question hung in the air, carrying the weight of a deeply rooted protectiveness, one a didn't think I'd ever see from grandfather.
The elder, aware of the gravity of his proposition, dared not raise his head in response. His silence spoke volumes, conveying the delicate balance between the urgency of our predicament and the personal stakes involved. The others followed suit, lowering their heads in a collective acknowledgment of the magnitude of the decision they faced. Only Dralina's gaze revealed a complexity of emotions, her eyes reflecting a profound understanding of the forces at play.
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"The stream is barely holding on. You should be able to sense the severity of the situation, if they get ahold of it, then the results will be..." She said.
Despite the gravity of the situation and the elders' concerns, Grandfather's resolve remained unwavering. The flames that adorned his scales burned brighter than the most radiant star in the expanse of darkness. He brought the conversation to an abrupt halt, asserting his decision with an unmistakable authority. "Enough!" His commanding voice reverberated through the space. "I will handle this matter myself! I will descend to retrieve him and return."
The collective voice of the elders, poised to argue against Grandfather's decision, faltered under the weight of his commanding gaze. Their objections silenced, their heads lowered once more in reluctant submission. Dralina, burdened by the weight of the impending choice, released a deep, somber sigh. Her nod of understanding signaled her acceptance.
She then slowly spoke, "You don't have much time, go. I will remain here, but should their corruption reach the stream, then I'm sorry, but I am destroying the plane, with whoever remains in it."
Grandfather coldly snorted in response his gaze then fixed on us. His words carried a mix of urgency and reassurance as he spoke, "You two wait here, I have to go bring your idiot, little brother, I'll be back," leaving us with the assurance that he would return. And without further ado, Grandfather's figure launched toward the planet below, a blazing streak akin to a meteor hurtling through space.
As I stood there, my gaze fixated on the diminishing figure of Grandfather disappearing into the vastness of the broken planet, a mixture of emotions surged within me. Amidst the turbulent atmosphere, I offered a silent prayer, directed to the King, beseeching for the safety and swift return of both Grandfather and Ynos.
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"Damn, you all! Die already!" In the midst of the chaos, a battle-scarred golden dragon emerged, his worn scales a testament to the countless clashes he had endured. Defiant and resolute, Ynos faced a relentless onslaught from a dark and foreboding horde. His adversaries, vaguely humanoid in form yet shrouded in an unsettling aura, swarmed around him, their sheer numbers threatening to overwhelm him.
Undeterred, Ynos tapped into his reserves of earth mana, unleashing a torrent of spells upon the encroaching horde. Each incantation, a desperate attempt to quell the advancing darkness, echoed through the air. Yet, despite his formidable power, his efforts to repel the enemy proved arduous. The horde swiftly closed in, intercepting his ascent into the sky and driving him back to the ground.
Wounds adorned his weary body, a testament to the toll exacted by his relentless foes. Despair crept into his heart as the odds seemed insurmountable. But in the face of adversity, his spirit blazed with an indomitable fury. With a roar of unbridled rage, he propelled himself back into the fray, no longer concerned for his own well-being.
In a frenzied display of raw strength, Ynos unleashed his pent-up fury upon his adversaries, tearing through their ranks with primal determination. His body, now a conduit of primal power, became a fearsome weapon, rending and sundering anything that dared cross his path. With each strike, his sanity teetered on the precipice, his mind consumed by an unrelenting battle rage.
In his dire struggle, Ynos embodied a desperate resilience, fighting against overwhelming odds, his every action a testament to his unwavering resolve.