章節 209: The Vision (I)
Snow's magic went into action. She directed it straight towards her group. Mending the broken bones from her team. Even the arm that was cut off was gluing itself back together again. She
could see little wiggling like worms, stretching out to come together.
The only one she couldn't heal was Mr. Rogers.
Mr. Rogers groaned, he pulled himself out from the metal stakes. With a flop, he fell onto the ground. A large puddle of blood seeped out, his face becoming paler.
Snow shuffled her way over, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Mr. Rogers!" She yelled, hoping that she could keep him awake.
Stopping in front of him, she was shocked that Mr. Rogers would get injured so easily. How was someone so powerful so weak? It didn't make sense, and the only thing that came to mind was that he must have protected someone. Was it Red, or was it the others?
Quickly, turning him over, Snow checked on his breathing. His chest was rising too slow. He was barely alive.
Why wasn't he healing? Scanning through his body, she saw the cause. The magic that was sent out from Quetzal's body was hindering Mr. Roger's ability to heal.
Without thinking, she sliced a bit of her wrist, allowing a trickle of blood to run down her hand. She raised up her hand, placing it on Mr. Roger's lips.
"Snow?!" Dairen yelled out in alarm. He saw what Snow was doing a bit too late and was still struggling to get his footing."What?!"
"I got this!" Snow yelled.
"Snow! Are you crazy?!" Dairen was using the wall to get himself up.
The first drop of blood dripped into
Mr. Rogers automatically snapped towards her wrist purely by instinct. His teeth elongated, snapping down onto her wrist as his fang pierced into her skin. She wrenched backward in pain; his tongue slurped up blood, taking in more and more. The magic that was holding back Mr. Rogers' power was dispelled. His wounds on his chest and body hissed, changing from an empty hole to re-animating back.
Snow paled, feeling her magic becoming drained. Her body swayed, her mind became dizzy. Any further and she was going to be drained completely. Pushing his head back, she pulled Mr. Rogers away. Mr. Rogers was still asleep.
Ragged breathing and a heavy heart continually trembled throughout her body. She was tired. Her eyes were becoming groggy. Dairen had half-ran and half stumbled, making his way towards Snow. Catching her before she would have crashed onto the ground.
"You fool!" Dairen' snapped, angry at her decisions. "You're injured. If you died, you die for real."
Snow eyes stung. She blinked and looked up. "Don't worry about me. This won't kill me."
She pushed herself to sit up.
"But still!"
Snow stopped him from speaking by raising her hand and placing it on his lips. "Sacrifices must be made. We got a Legend to kill."
Her words brought shivers. Dairen opened and closed her mouth. He then slowly nodded, unable to retort anything back.
Once again, the ground shook, jostling everybody. Dairen covered Snow, holding her close. The broken buildings screeched, and the rubbles rumbled. A high pitch screeching sound followed after. Thunder clouds rolled in, announcing that something was coming.
The ground crumbled, the sky turned grey as a lightning flashed across the sky. A large bird made entirely of electricity descended from above. It squawked, shivering the whole planet with a storm of its own. Snow couldn't believe her eyes. Her dream came true.
Quetzal tensed his body, pulling the black webs that pinned him down. He thrashed harder than before, completely cutting the black ropes with a few more tries. Something was agitating Quetzal, and he was pushing himself to get out of the trap. Until finally, he pulled out, a handful of his scales was peeled away, but that didn't affect him at all.
Many of the undead were crushed, turning into dust. The rest of the black rope dissipated into smokes.
Instead, Quetzal looked up, his fangs gleaming with the intent to tear into its opponents. He slithered around, angrily crushing the buildings with his body. Large scratches were present. His large head with spiky horns snapped and whisk its long tongue out at the bird that flew overhead. Underneath the half-bright sky, it's shiny green scales radiated like a jewel.
With a hiss, the Quetzal snapped, "You have finally arrived. Galador."
Answering Quetzal's answer, the bird from above screeched, sending out an angry torrent of lightning down around.
"You disgusting worm." Galador spat, electricity striking everyone. Her wings opened up proudly, beating to keep her afloat. "To see that you are still alive all this time."
"I would expect nothing different from you, slithering in the ground like a parasite."
"A parasite? A parasite!" Quetzal angrily shook. "I am no parasite!"
A ripping sound loudly followed; large colorful wings of orange, green, and blue shot out from Quetzal's skin. Two pairs of wings, bloodied, appeared.
"I am the great Quezetlcoatl, the hero and savior of this world. I am the god of rain and wind; how dare you a measly chicken dare go against me?"
"Pah, a fake god." Galador, the thunderbird, cackled. She arrogantly looked down upon him from the sky. "A god who had lost its divinity for its failure. Fight me, fake god."
In anger, Quetzal flapped his wings; he shot up into the air, meeting Galador head-on. Fire, lightning, and thunder crashed. The wind blew furiously, battering both of them in an aerial combat.
Snow was amazed at the ferocity of their battle. Her eyes glued to their epic battle. Every time the two entwined together, the ground rumbled, and the lightning struck, causing a fire.
"I don't know if we are lucky, or we are completely over our heads," Dairen mumbled under his breath. Watching from below with disbelief.
"I'll say we are unlucky."
"Why?"
"Two legendary creatures are flying over our heads. One was enough, but two is impossible." the words escaped Snow's lips. She knew when things were not in their favor. Quzezel was barely injured and still could contend on equal grounds against the thunderbird while they were thrown around without remorse. Giving up was not an option, but she was stuck between two rocks that were possibly going to kill them the wrong move they made.
"I can't believe this," Dairen said in shock. He was looking at something that she couldn't see.
"What is it?" Snow twisted out of his grasp.
"The mission has been updated."
"To?"
"Kill the thunderbird and bring back the divinity of Quetzal."
"What?!" Snow blurted out in disbelief. Did she hear him, right? Quetzal was trying to kill them in the first place.
"Yea, I know. It's crazy, but it said that somewhere in the city that there is an artifact that will revert him back to godhood."
Snow head hurt. The quest was outrageous, but she knew that these Players' quests were a clue to solving many of these problems. "Fine. What does it look like?"
"Well...it's a stone ring. It's supposed to have a snake engraved on- Snow?" Dairen tilted his head, wondering why Snow was flabbergasted. The red glow on her face seems to come back, giving her back the usual color.
"No way…" Snow drugged through her storage, pulling out the ring in her hand. It had a very dull glow, giving it a gloomy air around it. "Is this coincidence or faith…" She mumbled underneath her breath.
"You have it?!" Dairen shouted. He hiccuped, completely baffled at the amount of good luck that Snow had.
"I found it in one of the coffins. I think he was some kind of important person. Other than that...I was going to throw it away."
"Well, I��m glad you didn't."
"So, what do I do with it?" Snow asked; she flipped the ring in her hand over and over again. Letting the rough texture rubbed against her finger, she thought she felt a spark of energy. But quickly as it came, it disappeared.
"Uh, wear it? Nothing on my quest says anything."
The thunder clouds splattered out a ray of lightning storms that electrified a large area. Snow jerked in surprise. For a split moment, she had forgotten that Quetzal and Galador were having a deadly war in the sky.
The ring in her hand jumbled, making it fall onto the ground. With a clatter, it rolled away.
Snow scrambled, her hands trying to grab it before it rolled away.
Quetzal was thrown across the ground. His tail lashed out, smashing into the very building that they were in.
"Snow!" Dairen shouted, his hand outstretched. "Watch out!"
Snow unconsciously summoned up a light barrier around herself. Her eyes closed, waiting for the sound of something hitting her.
Waiting.
Nothing happened.
Opening up her eyes, Snow blinked and coughed.
A thick smog of dust floated in the air.
"Are you okay?!" Dairen had called out worriedly. He gazed down at her, his body covering most of her vision.
"Yea."
Snow glanced around and noticed that nothing had touched her barrier. When the dust finally settled, she saw hundreds of skeletons, holding up the broken pieces of the rubbles over her head. With a clatter, the skeletons moved, pushing away the debris that could have squashed her.
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