Chapter 148: Unlikerly (II)
The King suddenly froze as he could feel his body lock up and his soul dragged out. He struggled, roared, clawed, but every time more of his soul was pulled out, he lost feeling in his body.
"I have waited for the last soul of the great mighty king and his wife." The demon cackled. "Our Lord will be pleased that all the mighty souls will be finally collected. You don't know how long we have waited for this."
"Demon, you will never get my soul." The King said with a strained voice; even though he tried his best to escape, he could not get free.
"I don't think you are in the right predicament to say that."
The King laughed as blood dripped from his lips. "You don't understand who you are messing with." Then, with a final roar, he yelled to his Queen. "Do it now!"
The Queen lying on the ground opened her eyes and shifted only her hands into dragon claws. At that moment, her hands rested on his chest where a gold Krustallos lay, and an explosion of holy light erupted outwards, pushing all demons in the vicinity for miles away. They stumbled and screamed as they evaporated and disappeared like smoke.
Only the four-winged demons did not easily disappear.
"I curse you!" The demon yelled as his body slowly began to deteriorate. "I curse you and all your kind for being forever enslaved by our Lord. Your soul will be corrupted and be turned away from your god." Then, maniacal laughter, the demon with four wings disappeared into thin air like fine dust.
"We have barely won today. I do not know how much more we have to do this," the King wheezed and fell into his Queen's embrace. He shifted forms into a human with golden hair. He was a young king with hardened eyes from the world and war.
"It's okay, my love." She gently stroked his head.
The dragons around him roared with joy, and humans cheered. Then, the demons disappeared back into the darkness. The scene once again faded and changed to a dark temple-like room with only one stream of light coming from the ceiling. Inside were eight elderly True Dragons sitting on a ledge hidden in the darkness. The King with the golden hair was in his human form as he bowed to the eight elder dragons. They were Black, White, Gold, Red, Green, Blue, Silver, and Bronze. Their intimidating aura and majestic stature were beyond the normal dragons.
"You have come. We know why you have come here today." The gold dragon has spoken out loud. His voice vibrated with power that could shake the soul.
"Then you know what I'm asking for." The King has stated while he kneeled before the eight elderly dragons. "You, the last remaining True dragons, have the power to save my clan. Please again endow us with your power and remove this curse the demon has set upon my people. The curse is slowly changing us. Destroying us from the inside. We cannot stop it. Please."
"Silence!" The black dragon roared with anger. Black flames erupted from his nose and mouth. His eyes glowed dangerously red. "You dare ask us for more power? When we have already endowed your people with the gift. You are now as close as you can ever get to a True dragon. How much further would you want to go? Since your cursed marriage, everything has fallen. We have told you countless times not to mix the blood and power of our magic. The world counters and brings in an equivalent opposing force for a power that rivals such beings. You have created a cursed child, an abomination that will bring destruction!"
"Enough, Garrison. He means well to his people." The gold dragon spoke. "I know you have married out of love and commitment to bring your people together, but in that process, the faith of your people has been set as well." The gold dragon stood up and stared down upon the human King. "I have told you since the day I made the prediction of your life. You have two choices, one that will bring prosperity to your people for a thousand years where loneliness follows, warping your mind into madness and destroying your people, or a thousand-year curse that cannot be easily broken. Still, you will find happiness in your darkest times. A curse that will wipe out your generation and your future people's children bound to eternal servitude to the demons. It has all started, the end of all the species that live on Noriene. It will become a race of time when every single one of you will become warped by the demon's curse and your souls stolen by the demon that serves the false light."
"Is there no way to stop this?" The King fell on his knee. "Are you not strong enough?"
"Do not talk about such blasphemy. Kill the child in your partner's stomach, and it shall be over." Garrison spotted out with discontent at the King's weak self. His black flames licked his nose, creating a demonic look on Garrison.
"I will never do that! It will kill my Queen and the child!" The King stood up in rage.
The gold dragon held up his hands. "It is too late. Once a curse is set in motion, it is not easily overturned when a powerful force has already left a deep imprint on his people. The child is destined to be born. All hybrids born from the magic of True dragons are destined to walk a cruel and difficult path. A cursed path that shakes the very foundations of Noriene. Just like the time when the green and blue hybrid dragon was born, it shifted and shook the very essence of Noriene and split the continent into what it is today. The water rose from the ocean, and the ground shook with ferocity, splitting the lands cleanly into pieces. When the black and green hybrid was born, the weather of Noriene was permanently imbalanced, whereas warm weather became cold. Lightning strikes on land throughout the day with no rest. Each hybrid dragon has caused a major change. The world has never seen a gold and black hybrid be born into the world. No one knows what changes this dragon will cause, but it always ends with one thing. The darkness of terror."
"Then how can I save my people and my child," said the King in defeat. The future looked grim for his people.
"Let me ask you, what is the meaning of your people's name?"
"Do you mean Drezo Regalia? Royal Dragon?"
"Why must you seem so unsure of yourself?"
"Because I do not fully understand what this has to do with the problem now?"
"A royal dragon. You have the power that rivals legends and allows you to stand as a king. As a king, you are tasked to be the negotiator and guide to the new and old species. A dragon that does not stand down in front of an adversary. A dragon that does not emit defeat, even with slim chances. To use your mind and your heart to make the right choices. You are the leaders of your people and the guardians of Noriene. Do you think there is no hope even when the world is turned upside?"
"I do not know."
"Stand up, the young king, and wash away your fears."
The young King stood taller, and his glazed eyes became brighter with life. The gloomy atmosphere was gone; instead, a majestic demeanor stood in place.
"That is better." The gold dragon smiled.
"Better? A small king has not changed much." Gorian rolled his eyes.
"This is our last gift to your people. We are a dying race." The Gold dragon has said with sadness. "For the exchange of the older generation, your child and your people's unborn children will sleep till they are awoken again. Their curse hampered all your sacrifice." A golden egg magically appears out of thin air before the King as it lands in his hands. "You know what you must do."
The eight dragons' bodies had dissipated, slowly turning into a fine dust. Their Krustallos on their chest fall onto the ground and clatters with a loud clap. Eight solid colors sparkled underneath the light that cast down upon it.
A soft voice echoes into the wind and around the King, "Go and fight your final battle."
"Don't you dare run away, or I will kill you," said Gordon with his last breath.
Just as the dragon disappears, the scene fades away into nothingness, and the O.M ends once again. Everyone was silent watching the O.M. Suddenly, Zero's Book of Historia appeared before him and sucked the O.M into itself. Zero now understood a little bit about the curse.
Quest Drezo Regalia Guardianship has been updated.
Quest combination of History of Drezo Regalia and the Language of Ancient Art of Words.
1st part: Finding out the race of Drezo Regalia history's curse has been completed.
2nd part: Bishop Etran has given you the task to fill the blank books with knowledge of your adventures, but now it is recommended to write the first volume of the history of Drezo Regalia to complete the task given to you. It seems that both quests have something to do with one another.
3rd part: Learn the nine arts of the Record Keeper by finding the other eight situated around both worlds. (1/9 completed.)
Difficulty Level: B
Reward: Information of Hybrid Form + other unknown items
Failure to complete a journal will not allow you to learn the art of words. Bishop Etran and Bishop Sanya will be wary around you and not listen to what you say. The Church of Infinity will close its door to you.
Zero checked his hand again, thinking that the small golden marble was another O.M. He waited for it to activate. Nothing happened.
"Is this what I think it is?" Zero inspected it closely. Turning the golden marble, he noticed a black iris in the middle of the golden marble. "Identify."
The Golden Eye
A mythical beast's eye that is imbued with special powers. So far, no one has been able to activate its power nor completely understand what it is used for.
"I found it," Zero called out to his group.
"What?" Jack asked.
"Our quest item."
"Let me see."
"Are you sure? You might not want to hold this."
"Why? Is there something wrong?"
"Well, here. You can see for yourself."
Jack took the Golden Eye from Zero and examined it closely. In moments Jack yelled out in surprise and dropped the Golden Eye on the floor. Then, with a small thunk, the Golden Eye rolled on the ground towards Zeraph.
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