Chapitre 552: Cliffhanger
[A/n: when the Cliffhanger is too strong it is literally the title of the Chapter]
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*The Rift*
She always aspired to be a spy and serve the Empire. However, when her chance came, she was dispatched to Summerset Isles and soon ordered to return again to Cyrodiil. Thanks to that, she survived what the Thalmor did to the Blades back then.
She gained a talent for simply vanishing, she was the best at escaping and when she returned to the Empire, the war was already on the verge of breaking out. As a Blade, she was a protector and a spy but as a low ranked young agent, her role wasn't as big as she hoped it would be and soon the war ended. Talos abolished, the Blades disbanded.
Delphine wasn't sure why but many blades just took it quietly, packed their bags and left the service, the oath, the brotherhood. They left everything as if they were burdened by it no longer. Such a thing infuriated other members of the order who were deeply attached to their cause but they were few and could no longer do anything on their own. If things were to go south, they would be hunted all by the Thalmor thus they needed to cut contact with the other members and hide where no one can ever find them ever again.
What followed was 26 years of disappointment. Delphine who was in her late twenties during the Great War is now but a lone woman drifting around with many aliases and doing various things. The randomness of her course caused her pursuers to lose track of her for a very long time.
Skyrim was a perfect place for hiding, outlanders would be sniffed out a mile away and if she can blend in as a Breton peasant, no harm would ever reach her.
And so she did… until the Dragons appeared.
Twenty Six years of no purpose at all just for everything to piece itself together and come knocking at her door. The Blades' sacred duty was to hunt the Dragons and to never allow them to rise ever again.
The reason for that is clear. The Dragons seek hegemony over the Mortals and their desire for tyranny is part of what they are. More to that, the Dragons are immortals but unlike how immortals should be, the Dragons are mostly violent and have many earthly desires. This is why they are dangerous.
On the other hand, why the Dragon should be all eradicated is an entirely different reason as there was an unending ancient vendetta between the Tsaesci (who established the Dragonguard, predecessors of the Blades) and the Dragons.
History didn't matter anyway even though many would disagree but the Dragons of this day and age need to be stopped. Delphine was agonizing over the fact that she couldn't offer guidance to the Dragonborn and he is now being employed by one of the most dangerous men in Skyrim, someone even the Thalmor are helpless against.
The world view of Jon Dare is that of someone formidable yet wise and tactful which causes all the Nords to gather around him no matter what social class they come from. He turned the tables on all his rivals and gained them as subordinates, the fact that led many to believe that such a man is driven by fate and opposing him brings disaster. Still, his sponsorship to the Dragonborn made him an enemy to the Dragons, the creatures no one wants to make a direct animosity with.
Delphine was bound to be involved whether she liked it or not thus she took action and tried to contact the Dragonborn despite the risk of being exposed but she was already expected. With her captor being Jon Dare and Winterhold, they would naturally act carefully and be protective over their Dragonborn. Thankfully, she was allowed a chance to meet the Dragonborn by Lady Alina of Winterhold. She agreed to track down the enemy of Winterhold who turned out to be the Dragon Cult.
Some may question the motives of Delphine but she was committed and that's the only positive thing Alina saw in her, turning commitment towards the right direction was something that is a second nature to Alina and soon, Delphine found herself infiltrating the Dragon Cult itself.
It wasn't that dangerous or bad until recently, she had two unknown Altmer Twins assisting her from the shadows and she managed to wear the mantle of a Dragon Cultist and slip in their base far in the south, today was the first day she managed to find out about the leader of the Cult, the Dragon Priest Munax.
The Cult's hideout was in the shadow of the Jerall Mountains in the Rift, their specific location was the Ancient Ruins of Arcwind Point. A very advantageous place to defend against any invaders with many caves that the Dragon Cult used for lodging. There, the living Dragon Priest Munax was acting all excited. His actual name is Helmer Bloodsail and if asked who he hates most in the world, the answer would be straight and simple. Jon Dare.
Years ago, Helmer Bloodsail was the youngest son of the leader of the Bloodsail Clan. His elder brother was the one who faced Jon Dare in battle and Japhet's Folly and was slain there. That day, the Bloodsail Clan was officially annihilated and they no longer surfaced in the world. The survivors swore a blood vengeance on Jon Dare and the entirety of Winterhold but as Winterhold grew stronger, they only grew weaker and poorer, that of course until a certain Dragon personally sought them out and their fate took a different turn.
Punishing Winterhold and the Firemanes was the dream of Helmer Bloodsail but as he gained power, he wanted to humiliate Jon Dare first and so he sent many agents to disturb the peace of Winterhold. He wanted to send a message full of pride and strength, he will dishonor Jon by burning his precious little kingdom, by stealing his wife, by killing his family. There are many ways to break a man and the best one is to treat them from their own poison. Jon gained control over Winterhold piece by piece when he would raid the criminals and pirates all around the coast randomly but now that same tactic was used against Jon.
It is true, Winterhold was unfazed but damaging their reputation bit by bit and weakening their standing will take time but Winterhold will never know where the hits come from or how it all happens. After all, the Dragons are the ones that Teleport the Cultists in and out of Winterhold.
The Dragon Lords are really formidable. To think that there is another monster beside Jon Dare that can harm them is a frightening thought even for the newly appointed Dragon Priest, Helmer, but the Dragons themselves assured him of their win. How can they not win with all their power and magic? The Dragons even guided Helmer to gather more allies from many different clans that are enemies with Jon Dare and even from the Forsworn Reach-people. The cult even resorted to kidnapping innocents and turning them into lesser Daedric Minions by infusing their Souls with Daedric beings. It was like amassing an army without putting any effort which is the dream of any avenger like Helmer.
Despite all that, Winterhold made a very solid resistance which infuriated Helmer, the only thing he could do now is to try any desperate plan to wound Jon on a personal level and thus he sent someone to deliver an unexpected gift to Alina Firemane, something that will make Jon Dare go mad with anger.
He waited for the good news to return but it seemed that every operative he had in Winterhold were purged in a single swoop which felt threatening but it wasn't all that important. Helmer had many expendables to use. It wasn't a wide knowledge but the Dragons said that the "Daughters of Kaan", which were once known as the Priestesses of the Hawk Cult, possess a frightening insight as nothing can escape their eyes just like the Hawks.
If the Dragon Cult can possess that then they should burn it to the ground.
Either way, Helmer had another matter to attend to. He was finally going to be crowned as the official Dragon Priest of this branch of the Wise-Dragon Cult. The Honor he felt was indescribable. His operatives managed to dive into a Nordic Ruin, defeat an Ancient Dragon Priest that can no longer hear the voices of the Dragons.
With the Dragon Priest Mask that the cult retrieved, Helmer will hold immense power and will be able to challenge Winterhold openly.
A Living Dragon Priest, how epic would this be?
All that remains now are the Dragon Lords who would name Helmer their priest and rename the mask to Munax from Volsung. He would be the first living Dragon Priest in Skyrim probably more than 4000 years.
"Lord Munax, Lord Munax…" But as always, trouble in paradise.
Seeing one of the slaves come running to him and kneel on both her knees before the central stage of Arcwind temple.
"Speak." Helmer took away his attention from the priceless Dragon Priest Mask and looked to the slave in anger.
"A man… a wounded man… he entered the valley and…" The slave spoke in a shaken tone as Helmer's anger grew further.
"And why would I be inconvenienced with that?" He asked while aiming his staff at the slave.
The slave lowered her head to the ground and pleaded for mercy as she replied.
"Wait, Lord Munax. The other warriors said he is one of your people, Lord Munax. He is a Bloodsail clansman who was assigned to kill the people of Winterhold. He is all covered in blood and his injuries are severe."
As the slave said so, Helmer's face became solid as he knew who exactly she spoke off. The man he sent to kill Alina Firemane is his close relative. Seeing the change of his expressions, the Elders of the Dragon Cult who were actually Reachmen and Witches understood that there is something not going according to plan and followed their leader.
The Arcwind Valley is very hidden and secure so an operative returning out of the blue is concerning as he may be followed. Also, the Cults use teleportation methods to go in and out so they can't be tracked.
"Bring him here right away." Helmer ordered the slave and stood tall among his followers trying to keep his composer.
His relatives are the most important thing to him and harming them is a taboo in his book thus he couldn't focus anymore on his coronation. The Dragon Lords are not present yet anyway.
After a minute, the slave led the way for a band of warriors carrying a half-dead man to the stage. Helmer saw him and his eyes widened.
"Cousin!"
The shape he was in seemed mortifying; his feet were harmed beyond recognition and the bones under them were seen as if this man had walked from Winterhold to this place without stopping. More to that, there were many wounds from torture and even beast attacks.
Just what could drive a capable person like his cousin to such a state.
"Cousin, answer me."
"Lord Munax, he can't. His lips are sewn and so are many parts of his body. That's some barbaric way to treat a warrior." The leader of the Cult forces spoke as he pointed out the wounds.
Helmer looked at them in shock and his face twisted.
"There is some life force in him, Lord Munax. It is strange as if it's kept by a thread." A Reachman Elder spoke.
As the last thing was said, Helmer ordered the thread sewing his cousin's lips to be cut and directly asked.
"Cousin, who did that to you?" Helmer asked but the eyes of his cousin were as dull as a fish, he simply stared at him without uttering a single word.
"Lord Munax, there is something… on his back." Finally, someone noticed the scars on the man's back and called for Helmer to take a look. He turned around his cousin and ripped open part of the rags that were covering him.
"Fire rains with winter flames; Fire chills even hoar.
Fire dances on your pain; Firemanes breathe flaming gore.
Fire hair and fire stare; And fire song so hear me roar.
Fire in curse and curse in flame…"
Helmer stopped reading the words not because he wasn't trying to read what was written on his cousin's back but… it is the head… the head of his cousin moved… it moved and turned 180° towards him. It turned… it grinned and it continued the missing part of the poem.
"… I see you now you son of a whore!"
*KABOOM!*
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"Hmph! Nasty as ever."
A towering figure walked down the mountain near Arcwind point carrying a massive Nodachi blade over his shoulder and looking lazily at the explosion that consumed the Dragon Cult's hideout. He smiled not in a cheerful way but then he signaled with his hand and multiple shadows charged ahead of him towards the Dragon cultists.
The explosion from a second ago put the whole Arcwind valley in a stunned state and the chance was open to surround them all in one full attack. The Dragon Cult was famed for its Dark Arts of creating Daedric Minions and Manipulating the undead so all the Team 0 Agents which are present were in full readiness to purge the Daedra and turn the Undead. Today is not the day when they take prisoners.
The shadows descended on the unaware cultists and took from them a great number in the first shock attack then the place was surrounded by the Agents from every direction. On the other hand, the dust of the explosion in the middle of the Cult's event was finally clearing out.
"Enough." The large man gave another command and the Agents kept their ground with their crossbows aimed at the cultists who surrendered and raised their heads.
Those who tried to resist were put down instantly.
Now the scene appeared clearly in the central platform of Arcwind Point. There was Helmer who apparently survived the explosion by casting a Ward spell, most of the elders around him were dead and the slave he had was hiding behind him. Helmer looked around and so the man who was carrying the Nodachi blade on the foot of the nearby mountain. The deep hate and the indescribable urge to jump on that man and cut him to shreds was powerful but Helmer could tell that it is not a wise move to take.
"Jon… Jon Dare?"
Despite his tone which was full of contempt, the answer was rather an easygoing one.
"No, I am the handsome version… but that doesn't matter to you now." Jonrad said as he took off his large nodachi of his shoulder and with its tip, he barely grazed the mountain beneath his feet.
What followed was one of the signatures of Jonrad, the snow around him evaporated and stone started to melt. The entire surface of the mountain turned into a waterfall of Lava and it descended on the Cultist beneath it.
The scene was… mind-numbing!
"King of Ash!"
"Retreat!"
"To Lord Munax."
How can Jonrad be unrecognizable? It was a fact that Jon's appearance overshadowed his but Jonrad is still very known among the Clans of Skyrim as he is one of Skyrim's most wanted.
Speaking of infamy, the King of Ash was known for his ruthlessness and today was a special show of Jonrad's anger. The molten stone descended on the survivors of the explosion and engulfed a number of them in mere seconds. The scene was… horrendous.
In front of Flame and Earth based magic, the corpses of the men he kills would turn into frozen figures of hardened lava before they completely disintegrate into Ash. Not just the men but their weapons, their armors, their magic. Jonrad, the King of Ash, carried such a name for a reason and his flames today burned with rage.
In one direction, there is Jonrad. From the sides, there is Team 0 blocking the escape routes. What remained was to retreat backward but… only one person dressed like a Team 0 agent was coming from the direction.
Helmer looked around him and realized he was baited. Somehow, Jon Dare proved to be even more sinister and terrifying than anyone's imagination. They sent a bomb to his house and he returned with a bomb which had a strange feeling to it. No matter what he does, Helmer was having a hard time gathering the Magicka in a complicated spell and the people around him were completely silenced.
"The effect of the Padomaic Energy is very potent. It is basically an energy opposite in properties to Magicka and Soul thus you may never be able to do much around it." Politely explaining, the man coming from the back alone spoke.
The Dragon Cultists gathered around Helmer fearing for the life of their leader who is their only hope to revive again. Helmer is the one who planted the Daedra inside them after receiving teachings from the Dragons and he can raise them no matter what happens.
"Retreat to the inner sanctum. Take that bastard down." The leader of the cult warrior ordered the group to charge at the man coming alone from one direction. No one was mad enough to face a group of the Black Pigeons or Jonrad the King of Ash alone.
"Haha! Wise choice." The man coming alone laughed gleefully as he pulled out a large black Nodachi of his own.
Helmer could feel it. The Black Nodachi was not a normal sword. If it killed his minions then there is no way he would revive them.
"Be caref…" He wanted to warn the warriors but it was too late.
*Swoosh*
It was safe to say that the Black Nodachi was the most terrifying blade ever to be held by mortal hands. No one would simply fathom how a fully awakened [Ebony Blade] would simply cut people like a hot knife through butter.
Now, everyone was focused on the other monster that appeared. They all looked at his face but it was hidden under a mask.
The further the man advanced, the more he came to light and his mask was fully illuminated.
"Such… such insolence!"
Helmer couldn't withstand what he saw. A Dragon Priest! A Dragon Priest in a Mask that is terrifyingly powerful. The men saw the anger on Helmer's face and as the minions they are, they completely pointed this anger towards the man coming at them.
"This would be fun."
The man put away the [Ebony Blade] and faced the hoard barehanded.
An axe came at him; he stopped the shaft, broke it, and buried the blade into the face of the man who launched it. A Warrior came at him from the side, the man simply kicked the warrior backward like a ball taking down a dozen men.
"Hey, they are not all yours!" Jonrad shouted and charged ahead with a very wide strike enforced with his Lava-like Aura.
From forward and backward, the men were being put down as if two wolves unleashed themselves in a flock of sheep. There was hardly any resistance in front of two infuriated killing machines. Jonrad was burning everyone with his insane Aura and the masked man was breaking people apart barehanded. In the middle of the platform, Helmer could no longer utilize his magic thanks to the Padomaic Energy lingering around from the Explosion that was powered by a Heart Stone. In the end, those who remained were Helmer and a handful of warriors that could no longer fight alongside the slave that was still hiding behind Helmer.
"Are we done?" Jonrad asked.
"I think so. They say vengeance is not always worth it, somehow I'm starting to agree. From now on, I'll stick to poetic vengeance." The masked man replied.
"Now you're being nasty."
It was safe to say that Jon's attack plan dismantled the Dragon without much resistance. As expected of his tactics which fit small-scaled raids rather than open battles.
Helmer could only look between Jonrad and the masked man with anger.
"You… you… ruined everything!" He said in blinded anger.
"You're welcome." Jonrad replied.
"And you… the nerve! What gives you the right to wear the Mask of a Dragon Priest?" Helmer roared.
"Heh!" The masked man laughed as he removed the mask and showed his face, "I made it long ago."
Jon Dare, it was him behind the mask after all. It was as if he was mocking Helmer and everything he ever stood for. Jon Dare… not only he was the one who ruined the Bloodsails Clan, but he was also wearing a Dragon Priest Mask as if it was nothing.
At that moment, Helmer decided to be reckless as he put on the Dragon Priest Mask which he hasn't claimed yet.
"I, Munax of the Wise Dragon Cult, swear upon the name of my Lord Onikkeindrog that this won't be forgotten, Jon Dare."
Instantly, Helmer gained power, he gained a lot of power that he was able to free himself from the burden of the Padomaic energy hindering him and proceeded to run away. Jon and Jonrad were not even worried as high above in the air, [Pride] was stationed to cancel his teleportation as soon as it started but what was unforeseen for both Jon's side and Helmer's side was what happened next.
"You will never escape!"
The slave which was hiding behind Helmer all that time made a move, a flurry of blades danced around her the warriors trying to protect Helmer were all killed in a few swift moves and before he could do anything to stop the slave, Helmer himself was stabbed by her in his side.
"Hm?"
"I see."
Jon and Jonrad were still unfazed by what happened as they watched the slave take down Helmer with interest. The moment Helmer fell on one knee, the slave kicked away the staff in his hand and took the Dragon Priest Mask of his face.
"Yo…u…"
Helmer couldn't believe this was happening. The power he boasted to be able to bring down Winterhold, the power he cultivated for so long was dismantled and brought down by the likes of a slave.
No, not a slave.
The so-called slave removed her hood and beyond the disguise, it was someone Jon didn't really wish to meet.
"Tsk! Delphine."
"Jon Dare… we meet again."
Delphine twisted her dagger in Helmer's side and pulled him up before throwing him at Jon's feet.
"Yeah… whatever. You ruined it again."
Jon looked with disinterest at Helmer who was but a young man a year or two younger than him. He crouched down in front of Helmer and raised him by his hair.
"Jon Dare… I…" Delphine wanted to speak but Jon groaned and rolled his eyes up.
"Thane… Thane Jon Dare." Jon corrected her insolence.
"… Alright… Thane Jon Dare, we meet ag…"
"Stop it." Jon spoke in annoyance, "Every time you open your trap, I feel like I'm losing IQ. Wait for your turn… Sheesh!"
Jon exhaled with a tired face and finally looked at Helmer with a wide smile.
"I must apologize for the late introduction, I was planning to torment you more but…" Jon looked at the dagger sticking at Helmer's size and took it out, "Worse has come to worst I assume."
Jon returned the dagger to Helmer's side once again.
*groan*
"So… a Dragon Priest, huh? I was really looking forward to hearing how this happened."
"Piss… off." Helmer replied with absolute abhorrence.
"Sigh! You're making me look like the bad guy now." Jon spoke as he started shaking out the dagger in Helmer's side.
Helmer was about to pass out from the pain but Jon's provocative smile made him want to punch Jon's face at least once.
"You know… before I came here, I went to track down your people who escaped that day through the sea. According to my friends in Morrowind, they live in the outskirts of Blacklight city in a small farming village." Jon said as his smile was faint, very faint as if he was displaying a state of dominance over the helpless Helmer.
"…" And here it was, Helmer was shaken in the hands of Jon.
"You won't believe it when my friends from House Redoran told me the story of your people. They said that some Nord outcasts who ran from Skyrim came to work as farmers had some adult males among them and those males had to hide themselves from the Imperial ships along the sea by…" Jon smiled gleefully for this one.
"You… I'll kill you."
"Haha! So it is true! You manly manly men had to dress like women in order to avoid us?" Jon burst out laughing, "Don't tell me you shaved your beards and chest hair as well!"
Jon stood up and spat on Helmer.
"Milk-drinkers!" Jon kicked Helmer in disdain, "And you had the guts to say you would kidnap my wife? My wife? The Female Dare?"
To further humiliate Helmer, Jon cast an [Ice Spike] spell at Helmer's nether region and for the first time, Helmer screamed from the pain as he was completely overtaken with pain.
"Do we have prisoners?" Jon looked at the agents around him and asked, "Someone tell me if it is true that this guy was chosen by a Dragon to be a Dragon Priest."
Now that his anger was gone, Jon was no longer planning to keep Helmer alive.
"Thane Jon…" On the other hand, Delphine was smart enough to be the one to answer Jon's question by offering him the Dragon Priest Mask she took from Helmer.
"Oh! A Corundum Mask, that's supposed to be Volsung's mask. So, the New Dragon Cult is collecting the relics of the Old Dragon Cult. Interesting."
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[Volsung] <Dragon Priest Mask>]
- Waterbreathing
- Fortify Barter
- Fortify Carry Weight
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Jon retrieved his sword and pointed it at Helmer's neck.
"You will tell me all I want to know. If you don't, I will pay a visit to that little village in Morrowind and you must know what I did to the Forsworn by now."
"B… Bastard!"
"Start speaking."
"Never."
Jon solemnly looked at Helmer and nodded.
"Their blood is on your hands then…"
With one clean stroke, Jon intended to behead Helmer cleanly but…
"TIID KLO UL!" (Time Sand Eternity)
… Time slowed down.
The perception of a normal person may not realize that the time was being held back by something but to a Dragonborn, his senses caught the change of Time and Space.
A Dragon.
Jon noticed the Dragon diving from the sky towards Arcwind Point and the situation became exceedingly dangerous. In a second, Jon gathered all the people around him in his magic and Teleported away.
*Boom*
The Dragon landed where everyone was and the land shook under his massive body. The whole valley started to shiver as the Dragon unleashed his power in the surroundings.
"JOOR MEY!" With one of his feet, the Dragon grabbed Helmer and cussed at Jon before spreading his wings and attempting to fly away.
"No!"
Jon felt a great deal of anger as his prey was snatched from him.
"Jon wait!"
With a burst of his power, Jon unleashed himself mid-air and recklessly used his Magicka to blast himself towards the Dragon but the latter evaded Jon effortlessly.
"You Won't Escape!"
The scene shifted from the situation on the ground to the situation mid-air. Jon can never catch a Dragon with his flying magic but he knows a friend.
"Xikil! Get them!"
Jon's favorite summon, the Daedric Titan Xikil broke through the mists of the void and intercepted the Dragon mid-air.
"Fos ahvakaar los daar?" (What abomination is this?) The Dragon couldn't understand what kind of creature he just saw but he surely felt the Draconic essence of it.
As the Dragon and Daedric Titan Clashed, the result was the triumph of the Dragon but Xikil still had the advantage of surprise as he kept biting the Dragon's neck and trying to flap his wings to disturb the flight of the Dragon. For a few seconds, he was successful and that's all what Jon needed.
*Slash*
Jon rushed mid-air and with a clean strike, he beheaded Helmer before he could even scream.
"Joor, hi faazrot zey!" (Mortal, you offend me!)
The Dragon felt insulted for his mission to be messed up like that. He quickly discarded Helmer's body and with his two legs, he literally held Xikil from the chest and tore him to two pieces.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
"Fuck!"
Jon saw the incredible power of the Dragon as the beast turned towards him. He instantly called [Pride] over and cast a Protection Ward as the Dragon's breath came after him next. The pressure of the breath blasted Jon away as he landed down in the valley like a meteor.
The world was utterly silenced from the maneuver that just happened. From the moment when the Dragon landed to the moment when he fire-breathed Jon, it was all seven seconds.
"Prepare to retreat! This isn't a fight we can handle." Jonrad commanded Team 0 as this is no longer a battlefield for Mortals.
Meanwhile, the one who ran to support Jon was Delphine.
"You are alright?"
She rushed to where he landed and saw him getting up while holding his back.
"Do I look… oh, it is you." Jon didn't like being around Delphine and spat the dirt that entered his mouth.
"Thane Jon… I think it is high time you call the Dragonborn?" She said with an excited face for some reason.
"What?"
"The Dragonborn."
"Oh! You're right."
Jon stood up massaging his butt and looked up to see the Dragon flying around in a low attitude and aiming to commence a second attack.
"This asshole lizard!"
Jon was annoyed as an urge drove him from the inside to go up and beat that Dragon to submission but before he could do anything, someone called for him.
"JoOoOoOn!"
The voice was absolutely familiar to Jon and he instantly turned around.
"What brought you here?"
Far at the mouth of the valley, a huge young man stood beside Jonrad he waved at Jon with something large. It was Wulfur.
"Catch!"
Instantly, Wulfur tossed the large object he was holding across the valley to the direction of Jon who stepped aside and let it pass him before catching it from the shaft. The object was clothed but with a single move, Jon tore away the wrapping and all of a sudden, he felt as if his soul was being sucked away.
"This… this is…"
Jon's utter shock was displayed on his expression greatly. He swallowed his saliva as the Dragon in the sky turned around to land over him. Jon just turned around and with an expression of extreme happiness, he launched the weapon Wulfur forged at the Dragon.
It was a polearm almost two head taller than Jon, the shaft was made to resemble a spine and the blade was that of a grim-looking axe. One the other side of the axe was a hammerhead that shaped into a skull and above both the hammer and the axe was an arm-long spearhead. The weapon was of course not enchanted but forget about the damn enchanting, this… this is a [Daedric Ebony Halberd].
With Jon's full power behind the Halberd, the Dragon felt the threat of the attack and decided to dodge but the Halberd hit his wing and didn't stop. It caused the Dragon's flight to be completely disturbed and get dragged to the cliff of the nearby mountain where the Halberd's spear-head stuck itself on the mountain.
The dragon was helplessly hanged, unable to free his wing with the risk of completely ruining it if he tries to take it off forcefully.
On the other hand, everyone else was utterly taken with the combined power of the weapon and Jon. Even Jon himself was holding his racing heart. However, Delphine was now looking at Jon who was putting a certain helmet on his head.
"You know… I have the perfect name for that Halberd."
Jon looked at the weapon hanging the Dragon on a cliff and smiled like a kid who just received a holiday gift.
"Cliffhanger!"
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Chapitre 553: Hail to Ysmir
(Season 7 Finale)
The Dragon Cult of the Wise Dragons is the most important faction in the Dragon Cult ever since the time of the Dragon Empire and the Events of the Merethic Era. Naturally, the Wise Dragons were those Dragons who exceeded the other Dragons in terms of Knowledge, they were the scholars among the Dragons, but their greatest purpose was to gather information and strategize. It was said that the reason Alduin was taken down was not entirely due to Paarthurnax switching camps but mostly due to the fall of Onikkeindrog, the Wise War Lord.
Onikkeindrog is one of the largest Dragons. Not only is he one of the most ancient but also the Dragon that comes after Paarthurnax in seniority. The nature of the Wise Dragons Cult is reflected by their Dragon Lords, who value tactics and like to dismantle their enemies before conquering them. This special trait of that branch of the Dragon Cult made the Nords target them before any others during the War in the First Era.
With the downfall of the Wise Dragons Cult, the Horde of Alduin was as blind as it was haughty, and they were being put down at a frightening pace. It is said that if Onikkeindrog had survived during the Dragon War, Skyrim might have been ruled by the Dragons until this very day.
No one is sure if it was jinx or some divine curse, but the Wise Dragons Cult was faced once again with a major setback. A very persistent Dovahkiin with pockets as deep as the Empire's coffers. Dragonborn Jon Dare.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
"FUS RO DAH!"
Even for a Dragonborn, facing the Thu'um of an actual Dragon was a feat to admire, Jon completely blocked the Thu'um of the Dragon he was facing with his own, equally even. Anyone can say whatever they want about this situation, but the Dragon was speechless.
"Dovahkiin, hi los mul." (Dragonborn, you are strong)
"Kogaan!" (Thanks!)
The Dragon felt the pressure of Jon's Thu'um and realized he was against an opponent of equal standing. But one thing kept the Dragon in shock, not just the Dragon but also Delphine.
Jon Dare is the Dragonborn.
This was a disaster served on too many shocking realizations.
Just before Jon throws the Daedric Halberd he just got at the Dragon, he switched the [Krilon] mask with the [Helm of the Dragonborn]. If there is anything to understand from this, then Jon Dare is not only a Tiger who got Wings but with his money and resources, he is running on a jet engine as well. He has the power, he has the money, he has the authority, he has everything.
Jon wanted Delphine to know this fact first hand.
Now to the Dragon. He shook his wing violently and freed himself from the Halberd by swallowing the pain and letting his wing through. Seeing how Jon killed the Dragon Priest candidate he wanted to take away, the Dragon was already in a foul mood.
If his failure was known by the other Dragons, he would be bullied to no end.
"I am Trahdruniik, I challenge you Dovahkiin."
"I accept."
And the man and the dovah charged at each other.
That was no longer a fight, it was a place of annihilation for any lesser creatures who may think of intervening. Jonrad and the rest watched from a distance where the unending shocks and tremors had a lesser effect. It is said that a fight between two Dragons is a verbal debate based on the power of each word and other than Jon, no one else is qualified to have a debate with an actual Dragon.
"Nel Ven Qo!" (Fast Wind Lightning)
Jon couldn't stay still against the airborne Dragon and he couldn't fight him mid-air for an extended period of time, he needed superior speed and from the Thu'um he acquired it. Evading the Dragon shouts left and right, Jon moved like an ifrit on lightning barely perceived by normal people until he was the closest he could get to the Dragon. Trahdruniik ceased the chance and breathed Fire.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
"WULD NAH KEST!"
The moment the Fire Breath was sent at him, Jon jumped with the [Whirlwind Sprint] shout aiming at the Dragon right above. In an instant, he was right beside the Dragon.
"Aaaand… HAVE A COOKIE!"
[Greed] moved from Jon's ring and went into his gauntlets, applying the transformation on them. [Ahzidal's Evil Fists] turned into their second form, [Ahziad's Titan Hands], and Jon punched with his strong right at the Dragon's face enforcing it with a [Thunder Cookie].
*Kwaang!*
The clash between Jon's attack and the Dragon's head was like a thunderclap, except it was a thunder slap, and Trahdruniik was sent on the ground.
*zap*
Jon teleported right where the Dragon was crashing and waited for him with double the amount of wickedness.
"Double Cookie! Hot and steamy!"
*KWAANG!*
Two [Thunder Cookies] hit the Dragon from the back, sending him toppling on the ground.
*zap*
Jon teleported one more time behind the Dragon that was trying to gain his footing and held him from his tail.
"And for the big finale!"
Holding the tail, Jon energized all his body with Aura and started pulling the dragon from his tail but… he couldn't pull the dragon at all.
Trahdruniik was curiously looking at Jon.
Jon awkwardly looked between the Dragon and the tail understanding that punching the dragon is easier than carrying him around. He silently put the tail on the ground.
"Fine, let's do punchin…"
Trahdruniik didn't bother to hear Jon out and struck him with his tail. Jon barely managed to block it with his hands, but the force behind the attack flung him away at the nearby mountain.
No matter how many times he punched the Dragon, there was no way he could affect his tough scales with blunt strikes.
Now they faced each other again, concentrating hard on one another. Trahdruniik seemed to be trying to move things around with a shout.
*Slash*
From behind the Dragon, a sudden attack landed silently on his wing, cutting it open.
*ROAR!*
Trahdruniik didn't expect that someone would dare to interfere in a fight between him and Dovahkiin, but as soon as he turned to breathe his flames, Jon arrived in front of him with the [Daedric Halberd] stabbing at his neck.
Trahdruniik was suddenly flanked and couldn't fly before healing, so he attacked with his wing again at whoever attacked him first. The feeling of his wind landing never came, and another slash landed on the same wing preventing the wound from healing; Jon missed the first attack with the Halberd, and Trahdruniik seized the chance to escape from the situation.
"WULD NAH KEST"
Shouting the [Whirlwind Sprint] and leaping up while doing it, returned Trahdruniik back to the air, but his right wind gave him no advantage in flight while it was injured; thus he landed on a nearby rock instead. From there, he could see Jon standing beside a large figure made of bone.
[Wrath] held his hand up and summoned bone arrows to shoot at Trahdruniik, but Jon stopped him and looked somewhere else.
"Your turn."
Trahdruniik didn't want to lose focus on Jon, but he had no such luxury now. The moment he detected magic nearby, he wanted to shout at it, but all of a sudden, the rock he was standing on crumbled to pieces. He flapped his wings and tried to avoid falling, so he pushed himself forward with his injured wing, yet amidst all that, he saw Jon's smile grow even wider.
Where he was going to land was the problem, and he can no longer stop it. Jon laid the trap very carefully, and Trahdruniik was too late to notice it. Trahdruniik crashed down, and the land retaliated at him and a hundred stalagmites rose from the ground.
"HA! Eat that."
There was no turning back; each stalagmite struck Trahdruniik was as painful as the curse of a Daedra. Trahdruniik felt as if he was dying from the pain and roared in agony.
Jon was indeed calculative and cunning, each move was based on not just one plan but carefully laid down strategies he made beforehand. His ability to stop time in his mind and calculate the next action was addictive, and he would run many simulations in his head before doing it in real life; it was not a power or a spell but a broken ability he gained because of the Chaos Infection.
Now, even a Blood Dragon like Trahdruniik is no match for Jon's schemes. Jon fashioned this Master-level Alteration spell, which is called [Mass Stalagmites], to trap a Dragon in a tight situation once he lands. The perpetrator that cast the spell, on the other hand, was none other than Jon's favorite staff, the one which blew up the rock which Trahdruniik was standing on earlier, [Pride].
The staff flew cheerfully to Jon's hand from the hiding place it was into, and Jon faced Trahdruniik with a superior stand.
"You lose, brother." Jon said.
"…" Trahdruniik didn't say much and closed his eyes as if somewhat accepting the fate he was into.
Jon frowned and hesitated for a second, but he got his act together by the next and called forth a powerful [Lightning Bolt]. He was just about to cast the spell when…
*ROAR*
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
"WULD NAH KEST!"
Three sounded almost instantly catching Jon completely off guard. A Fire Breath towards him, a Fire Breath towards [Wrath] and a [Whirlwind Sprint] that brought a titanic dragon next to Trahdruniik.
Not one… not two… but three… three Dragons in front of Jon other than Trahdruniik.
[Wrath] didn't react on time and was blown off to fragments, Jon suddenly felt the world darkening around him, and Trahdruniik was lifted from the ground by two dragon legs holding him from his back."
"Thuri!" (My Lord!) Trahdruniik spoke, looking at the Dragon carrying him in shame.
"Praan, Trahdruniik. Mu krif Dovahkiin." (Rest, Trahdruniik. We will face Dragonborn)
It was too sudden but it was all happening; two dragons attacked Jon while the third saved Trahdruniik. The Fire Breath ended and the Dragons landed away from the location which Jon was supposed to be in. The third Dragon carried Trahdruniik to a mountain top and put him there while guarding the wounded wyrm.
Looking at the place where they all attacked, there was nothing other than the raging flame and the fragments of [Wrath], which took a Dragon Breath head-on. The two dragons saw this scene and roared in ecstasy. Far away, the people of Winterhold fell into terror and wanted to run towards Jon's place, but Wulfur held up his fist for no one to move. Jonrad, however, moved on his own.
[A/n: whatever between those « » is said in Dragon Language and I am too lazy to translate it.]
« See that, Loser? We torched the Dragonborn to death! » The first Dragon said, this was Nahkinax whose name means Furious Cruelty.
« Nahkinax, I don't see the Mortal. » The other Dragon was more self-aware than the first. He was Thurlotyol whose name means Tyrant of the Great Fire.
It took a short while for the fire to burn out, Jon couldn't be seen and no trace of him was found. On the other hand, Jonrad appeared behind the fire and with his katana, he erased all the fires with one slash.
The Dragon felt wary of how Jonrad moved and how he was unharmed by their fires, it felt a bit absurd, but what came next was a few levels beyond that in absurdity.
A shadow appeared after the flames were cleared. It was an actual animated shadow with a shape and a mass, nothing like this should be natural. The shadow looked left and right then back to Jonrad and nodded in appreciation. It then turned to the Dragons and started to transform.
The shadow returned to the ground as it should be and molded itself in darkness, and as if the shadowy figure was shedding skin, the shadow turned into Jon. A very displeased and angry Jon.
Just before he was attacked by the Fire Breath, Nefertiti dragged him to the Shadow Realm by switching him with his shadow.
« So, even the Dragon can sneak attack? » Jon looked around and sneered, « I guess your origin is based upon the fact that each one of you is someone who betrayed Akatosh. »
*ROAR*
The Dragons couldn't take Jon's insult with haughtiness anymore. The short-tempered Nahkinax spread his wings and dived from the peak he stood on towards Jon.
« No, it's a trap! » It was Trahdruniik who was aware of the meaning of Jon's smile.
But it was too late, Nahkinax was but a few meters away landing towards Jon and Jonrad as the two vanished from their place and as if time was rewound, the Bone Colossus [Wrath] was back again in full shape stabbing with his bone blade towards the unaware dragon from the side.
*Shriek*
[Wrath] used his ability, the [Howl of Wrath] to cause more damage and stun Nahkinax, who was being completely pushed to the side, losing all balance.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
Away from that, Thurlotyol tried to support Nahkinax by sending a Fire Breath at [Wrath], yet all of a sudden, the ground rose up and a Volcanic Aura destroyed the shout midway as Jonrad stood forward to face Thurlotyol.
« Trahdruniik! Run! »
On the other hand, the third Dragon told the injured Trahdruniik to escape. The latter was a bit late to respond, but as soon as he tried to glide away, he found that his legs were sinking in shadow. He tried to move, but the shadow was causing him to be slower than usual. Looking around, he saw a creature that is insignificantly small, but the Aura of it was… an abyss.
"GRON VUTH STAAD!" (Bind Stop Place)
A shout, that felt completely different to how the mortals normally shout, vibrated with an echo as it hurled towards the dragon that was trying to save Trahdruniik. The Dragons knew the technique that is exclusive to them and knew how echoing can empower the Thu'um. Jon completely immobilized the third Dragon from a sneak attack.
In a matter of mere seconds, Jon completely flipped the disadvantage into a complete advantage and put the dragons on defense with the best moves possible.
« For someone who cussed us for dishonor, you are not much better yourself, Dovahkiin. »
Yet for no apparent reason, the third Dragon didn't show hostility like the others and simply spoke to Jon.
« Oh, don't mind me, it is just that when you compare our sizes, you'd find it pretty distasteful for you to sneak on me. I mean… Dragons and all. » For a completely different reason, Jon replied in a mischievous domineer.
« If we didn't do so, one of us would be dead. » The Dragon justified his reason.
« Oh, a Dragon with a heart! How unique! »
Jon and the Dragon didn't seem to be backing in front of each other's words. The two were extremely wary of one another, even though the Dragon was bound by magic and the man was not able enough to one-shoot the Dragon.
« You won't win, Dragonborn. I suggest that you start escaping while you still can. » The Dragon said.
« Is that so? »
« Do you need me to show you what happens if you don't? » The Dragon spoke with confidence, « Look around you, how long do you think your father can hold Thurlotyol? How long do you think your Undead Golem can hold Nahkinax? How long do you think Trahdruniik or I will be bound to your tricks? Look around you, even though you can trick the Dragons, tricks will be crushed with power. Dragonborn… no, Jon Dare, of all people, you must know that Might makes Right. »
The Dragon wasn't wrong… he wasn't wrong at all. Jonrad won't hold down a dragon by himself for too long while [Wrath] was already crumbling with the retaliation of Nahkinax.
This won't end well if it continues.
« You're right. » Jon replied, « Only if I was a complete idiot, I would face the four of you head-on. »
There was no need to dwell on things. It even seemed that the Dragons knew his identity beforehand, but they would take this secret to the grave. Instead of going to the Dragon that was immobilized, Jon turned around with his Halberd aimed at the wounded Trahdruniik.
« You! »
« Eat shit. »
Jon charged at Trahdruniik, who was bound by Nefertiti and intended to take him down as fast as he could. With one of the four dragons down, it would be way easier to take the rest all down. Seeing Jon coming at him, Trahdruniik was struggling to free himself from Nefertiti's bizarre trap, but she was giving him no leeways.
« Time to meet your mak… »
Jon was just about to completely obliterate Trahdruniik, but all of a sudden…
"FUS RO DAH!"
The Dragon behind him shouted the [Unrelenting Force] towards Trahdruniik. Jon had no choice but to evade out of the way and let the shout hit Trahdruniik, who was not only freed from Nefertiti's trap but was also sent away in the air.
"Motherfucker!" Jon couldn't believe Trahdruniik managed to slip away. Even now, the other Dragons were starting to gain momentum.
"Nefertiti, take this to Wulfur." Jon couldn't stay like this any longer and passed the [Cube] to Nefertiti, who disappeared instantly, and Jon also moved right away.
He ran towards the end of the peak he's on and looked between Jonrad and [Wrath].
"Old man, how long can you hold up?" He sent a telepathic signal.
"Ah! Take that you… oh, son! A minute! This bastard is tough."
"We have 30 seconds before we are disadvantaged!" Jon replied and teleported towards [Wrath].
The first thing he had was to stop Nahkinax from gaining momentum. He ordered [Wrath] to retreat, and instead of trying to physically overpower the Dragon, Jon went for playing completely dirty. With [Pride] as a third hand and his own two hands working separately, Jon cast a barrage of spells at Nahkinax.
[Dark Shard], a hedge magic spell that summons a crystal imbued with Daedric power to stun the target. [Encase], an alteration/conjuration mix up that reshapes the earth beneath the target using Daedric energy that can consume power. [Evil Cage], a spell that can put the enemy in a greater slowed state. [Soul Silence], a mysticism spell that disables the target's ability to use magic. [Seal Space], a spell that completely prevents teleportation or opening a portal in the area. [Burden], an alteration spell that causes the body to feel heavier.
The raging Nahkinax was completely immobilized and his titanic body was quivering on the ground. The only thing he could move was his eyes that stared daggers at Jon who was begging for breath too.
Jon overused his large Magicka Pool just now and started chugging on a potion while looking between the other three dragons calculating what to do next. At that same moment, Jonrad was completely overpowered by Thurlotyol and sent flying backward towards Jon. He landed badly, but he jumped right back up and looked at Jon.
"Son, anything you can do, now is…"
*ROAR*
But he couldn't continue his words, the shadow of Thurlotyol descended on them both at the same time, but that wasn't the worst of it. The third dragon freed himself from the bind and roared to heaven.
The roar was… mind-numbing.
The pressure was devastating.
This third dragon is not something they can face on this stage.
"Son, go…"
Jonrad wanted to defend Jon from the two remaining dragons that were aiming all their anger at him, but that wasn't what Jon had in mind.
Two dragons about to destroy everything; two dragons were completely defeated. To a certain Dragonborn, these odds were… satisfying.
"FEIM ZII GRON!" (Fade Spirit Bind)
Jon shouted the [Become Ethereal] shout not at himself but towards Jonrad. He barely managed to slip away from the dragon claws that almost landed on top of him. With Thurlotyol over them and the other dragon taking the sky toward them, the situation didn't look any good.
"WULFER! THAT ONE!"
Jon was nearby lying on the ground as he dodged Thurlotyol, he called for Wulfur and aimed for one of the four Dragons. On a nearby mountain, Wulfur and the rest appeared with a weapon the world didn't see anything like before, and it was aimed at the wounded and retreating Trahdruniik.
"FIRE!" Wulfur shouted and…
*KABOOM*
The Great Dwarven Steam Cannon fired.
A masterpiece only Jon can design and only Wulfur can operate, the absolute monster of madness and genius was something that weighed seventeen tons and can fire cannonballs made of Cold Iron and Ebony alloy and take one whole week to recharge. If not for the runes Jon inscribed on the cannon, the sound of it would make the hearts and brains of anyone in the perimeter of a 100 meters explode.
Wulfur fired the cannon and ran away before parts of the cannon itself flew away from the pressure made by the explosion. It was a prototype, after all.
All four dragons realized what happened and were put in a very difficult situation.
Those four are the ones who remained from the Wise Dragons faction, a group that was once the heart and soul of the cult. Jon killed one of them not too long ago, and the others are either not revived yet or broke away from Skyrim long ago. If one of them is to fall now…
"KES VULD STAAD!" (Limit Shift Place)
Finally, the third of the Dragons decided to use the fastest shout there is, the [Teleport] shout. He disappeared from where he intended to charge at Jon and appeared right above Trahdruniik. He held the wounded Dragon with his claws and twisted his body mid-air to throw him away.
And the cannonball arrived.
*CRASH!*
It didn't miss… but it didn't completely hit either. It grazed the Dragon well enough to send him down with his consciousness almost fading. On the other hand, the cannonball landed on a mountain nearby and made its top flat.
"THURI!" The falling Trahdruniik shouted.
"Onikkeindrog!" Thurlotyol, who was trying to protect Nahkinax from Jon, lost focus on Jon and wanted to save his Lord.
"AHAHA! Hot damn!"
On the other hand, Jon was laughing like a maniac villain who pieced everything together to beat down the hero. He barely managed to stand and staggered to balance as if he was drunk. It seemed that the battle took a toll on him, but he was healing himself despite the odds.
Seeing Onikkeindrog, the Ancient Dragonlord of the Wise Dragon faction, drop down from the sky; it felt to Jon like he was watching the most satisfying thing in the world. No dragon likes to see someone stronger than him exist, and that includes Jon.
The exhaustion and imbalance aside, Jon noticed Thurlotyol about to abandon his post and hurl to Onikkeindrog, that was not a thing he could allow.
"Nefertiti, the golden scroll!"
He infused [Greed] into [Ahzidal's Evil Fists] once again to transform to the gigantic [Ahzidal's Titan Hands] and aimed his right hand towards Thurlotyol. With their additional function, Jon activated the [Flying Grip] towards Thurlotyol and held him from the leg.
"You ain't going nowhere!"
*ROAR*
Of course, there was no way Jon would simply hold down a dragon to the ground even in his best state, let alone the sorry state he is in. Thurlotyol didn't even bother and flew up with the almost weightless Jon hanging to him.
"Hey! You shouldn't fly without a license." Jon said as he used the other hand's [Flying Grip] and held on the ground.
He barely found a holding spot and used all the power he has in his body to hold the dragon down to the ground.
Thurlotyol felt himself being held back and stopped his flight to try to free himself from Jon but the latter was pulling. It was almost impossible to compete with a Dragon on the physical standards, but when it came to impossibility, Jon simply had the right card to use.
His eyes darkened all black; the mystical tattoos on his arms and head started to come to life with an animated black as well. For a second there, Thurlotyol felt himself being pulled down.
« Impossible! » The Dragon was completely stupefied.
« Never say never, darling. » Jon laughed with a twisted look on his face as all those evil dark tattoos started to move as if he had a living organism under his skin.
The simple power of defiance he gained from the [Chaos Infiction] was tremendous and completely overpowered Thurlotyol on physical terms.
*ROAR!*
And he was finally up, Nahkinax returned to the scene with unimaginable anger.
« MORTAL! I WILL DEVOUR YOU! »
Nahkinax was one of the most infamous dragons, and he was the one that plotted the attack on Winterhold, he was also…
« Hey! Aren't you that dumbass who crashed into my tower! »
… that.
Jon's provocation worked on Nahkinax like magic. The beast, that was immobilized by all the curses that Jon threw at him, moved in a blind rage and opened his jaws wide to swallow Jon a whole. Jon didn't even dream of the chance to get Nahkinax so close to him, and now all he needed is to hold him for a few seconds.
Seeing the large monster open his mouth, Jon held his lower body up and then with the left leg, he stopped the upper jaw and with the right leg, he stopped the lower one.
This strange chaotic fight reached a strange stalemate. Jon holding down a dragon by a chain and stopping another from devouring him by his two legs. Thanks to the [Chaos Infiction], the situation was almost on equal standing for now, but once he is exhausted, he would be in trouble.
"Let's see… between you two idiots, which one of you will kill me first. Will this bastard tear up my limbs or will this bastard devour me? AHAHAHA! SO EXCITING! BRING IT ON YOU FUCKING BUNCH OF LIZARDS!"
Jon finally lost his mind, he was laughing and fighting back as he put two dragons to their place alone. They couldn't kill him and he was playing them around like animals. The humiliation they felt was endless.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!" Thurlotyol (who is being held from flying by a chain) couldn't help but let out a Fire Breath towards Jon.
Jon smiled widely as the Fire Breath was about to hit him and he sent back a reply.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!" A Fire Breath from a Dragon and a Fire Breath from a Dragonborn collided together.
The winner was Jon.
Thurlotyol, whose very name meant Tyrant of the Great Fire, was showered with the Fire Breath of a being who is not a Dragon.
"Hooman! No!"
And finally she arrived, Nefertiti saw the situation Jon was in and turned into a bolt of shadow towards him.
"No, wait!" Jon shouted, "The scroll! You have it."
She stopped in her place and transformed into her human form, pulling out a golden-colored scroll from her shadow.
"Use it! Now!" Jon called.
"What?" She couldn't comprehend what Jon wanted almost for the first time of her life.
"NOW! I AM LOSING GRIP!"
Jon felt the [Chaos Infection] was running low and that he can no longer maintain a hold on the two Dragons.
Nefertiti looked at the scroll in horror as she knew exactly what it was… but there was no time.
"Jonrad! DO IT!"
From behind the smoke, Jonrad finally returned to the scene as the effect of [Become Ethereal] shout that Jon used on him was finally over. He snatched the scroll from Nefertiti and opened it.
"You're mad, son?" As he opened the scroll, Jonrad couldn't believe the power in it.
This was no normal spell, it was something that Jon got from Divayth Fyr's dungeon, the [Lightning Strike Scroll].
"Now! STRIKE ME!" Jon shouted his lungs out as Jonrad wasn't able to bring himself to do it.
"This is madness!" Jonrad was trying to do as Jon says, but this was impossible to do.
"I'll do it."
Finally, someone stepped out to do the task.
"Fuck!" Jon's face turned into a cringe as he would let himself be eaten by the dragon instead of letting her strike him.
"Delphine?" Jon spat out as he sighed and surrendered, "I guess it is okay. Even a bitch can come in handy."
"What?"
"STRIKE ME YOU BITCH!"
Jon shouted at Delphine like a mad demon startling her to obey his word as she snatched the scroll from Jonrad.
"No, wait!" Jonrad wanted to stop her.
"Stop." Even Nefertiti would try to find a better solution to do this.
But the scroll itself was fast, as soon as Delphine used it, a wave of lightning vibrated around Jon without doing any hint of damage.
"Huh?"
"Hm?"
Everyone thought a large thunderbolt would strike Jon or something, but it seemed that the scroll was rigged or something… but it was used…
*Rumble* *Rumble*
And the sky rumbled.
Everyone looked up to see what was happening. Even the Dragons can't ignore the storm when it is rumbling.
And the realization came. The scroll would only act as a signal to aim the spell and runes themselves would… gather lightning in the sky.
« Something isn't right. » Thurlotyol tried to warn Nahkinax, who was trying to bite Jon.
« Too late! HAHAHA! » Jon couldn't hold back his happiness now.
This was what he aimed for anyway. The best way to kill two dragons is by using one lightning bolt. And what is a better electricity conductor than a human being anyway?
"HAHAHA! HERE IT COMES, BOYS! IT'S GONNA BE LIIIIIIIIT!"
And the sky lit… and the lightning fell… and it struck Jon…
*CRACKLE!*
Jon, Nahkinax, Thorlotyol.
The three received the lightning at the same time… and fell to the ground, motionless, at the same time.
Two Dragons and a Dragonborn with one Lightning Bolt from Heaven.
"HEH… HEHEHEHE! AHAHAHA!"
Jon couldn't stop laughing… he felt it… he felt what he needed… it is all here right now.
He moved despite being struck by a bolt of lightning that paralyzed two dragons.
"AHAHAHA! IT IS NOT OVER! IT IS ONLY GETTING STARTED! GET UP BOYS! AHAHAHA!" Jon laughed to heaven like a mad man.
His appearance was not normal anymore. No, this was beyond being worn from battle.
His [Ahzidal' Armor Set] was obliterated, his [Helm of the Dragonborn] was completely broken to have. Most of his hair was burnt and his body was charred black.
But his heart… his heart was glowing white… it is as if people could see his heart absorbing all the power of Lightning that came from the sky.
"He is in a Breakthrough!" Jonrad realized.
A Breakthrough… not a minor one between mere levels… this is a Major Breakthrough.
Jon is breaking from the Frozen Heart Formation to the Thunder Heart Formation level. His Spiritual Core is finally gaining its Spark.
And the Aetherial Tribulations are about to begin.
Not any tribulations we are speaking about. These are the last Tribulations, the Heavenly Lightning Tribulations.
*RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE*
"AHAHAHA! IT IS HAPPENING! IT IS FINALLY HAPPENING!"
Jon laughed as he discarded his broken gauntlets and walked to the immobilized Nahkinax. With what remained of the [Evil Sealing Chains], he tied them around the horns of Nahkinax and started walking to Thurlotyol who was also immobilized nearby. He tied the other Dragon from his head and pulled them all closer to him.
Looking back towards Jonrad and the others.
"You should get out of here. This a special event."
Jonrad could understand without saying and didn't even look back as he retreated with the rest. What remained was Jon, who sat between the two dragons looking at them.
"Me and the boys… getting a lightning shower together. You lot should be excited. This will be so much FUN! AHAHAHA!"
The two Dragons struggled to move, but they were beaten to the point of death.
*RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE*
The Sky was no longer answering to some half-assed Master-level spell like before. It was now going full conscious of a Mortal who was breaking the World's Limits. No Mortal shall pass mortality without going through the World and itself and Jon is no exception. There is no Fate to help him against the Aetherial Tribulation, there is no Destiny of some Hero when it comes to these important matters, it is but the man and his power against the World its-very-self.
"Look up boys, there is a party in heaven being sung in our names. Even the Aedra and the Daedra can no longer contain themselves and want to join our battle. This is what glory feels like. It has been an absolute honor."
Jon smiled in a moment of sanity but soon after, his smile turned as mad as it can get and he faced the sky and shouted.
"AKATOSH!"
< Blessing of Akatosh (Dragonsfire) activated! >
"ALL-MAKER!"
< Blessing of the All-Maker (Root of Power) activated! >
"TALOS!"
< Blessing of Talos (Stormcrown) activated! >
"AZURA!"
< Blessing of Azura (Dawn's Beauty) activated! >
"BOETHIAH!"
< Blessing of Boethiah (Berserk) activated! >
"MEPHALA!"
< Blessing of Mephala (Golden Tongue) activated! >
"SHEOGORATH!"
< Blessing of Sheogorath (Mad Champion) activated! >
Jon looked to the sky and smiled as the wides felt warm embracing him.
"Mother… KYNE!"
< Blessing of Kyne (Storm Child) activated! >
*RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE*
The sky no longer stayed quiet as it rumbled with Jon as if answering his calls, especially with the last name that he mentioned.
His heart is true and for that, he will be rewarded.
He can now ask… ask whoever he wants whatever he wants.
"Kyne… it is your son… Ysmir." He called.
{Hail... to... Ysmir!} And the Sky answered.
He smiled and declared his demand.
"SMITE ME!"
(Season 7 End)
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