Army of the Damned

CHAPTER 6

Sitting inside the vast forestry of the Continent of Dragovh. A bird busily building its nest took flight after a sudden violent shaking, soaring high to the skies wherein a large section of the wilderness was shaved by the shape of a Dragon that seemingly grew its size from nowhere.

The sharp spikes protruding from its spine peeks out of the nearly aligned treetops as perfectly polished black scale that protected its inner skin refracted the midday light in the silent forest where no sound was emitting from kilometers around.

Down under the branches and leaves, the huge head of the Black Dragon whose age far exceeds even the valleys that surrounds the woodlands loomed over the meager party of young adventurers. She spreads her wings wide, easily reaching a kilometer in full unfurl as the primordial creature breathes in. "Ahhhh... I've not felt this power for so long in a mortal world... Now... if only I have divine bones so that a Humanoid form may not be so hard to change into."

She then looks down on the party below her, the massive golden forward facing eyes of the Dragon, shining like a headlight in the dark forest as it looms over their tiny figures.

"Yes, Humans and Elf. I've come far and between the great lands and worlds, resting upon a darkest Volcano of a Dark World and ascending to the Void when the Age of Dragons came to an end. Now, I've cometh to serve a mortal man named Paul Jackson of Eldwood. Who, with all his tenacity, collected enough Dragon Scales to offer to me. Our souls are linked and I feel the pain it's going through, frozen and stuck. A fate worse than death to most Humans."

Grifvet instinctively swallows his saliva, even though his nerves were calmed down by the magic, at the back of his head. He couldn't help but think of just collapsing under the sheer presence of the being right before him. The magnanimous creature in front of him, ethereal and otherworldly yet familiar and close as it spoke in a voice that could calm a crying child.

As if the very forest itself was kneeling before the shining Blackened winged creature, the mountainous size that even the soul of it could be felt from afar and in physical form. "But, you're a Dragon God. Why would you have to serve a human, your majesty? Why not just free him if you are a God?"

"That man has captivated my curiosity. Thus I rewarded him with my presence. With my scale, he prayed and I arrived to answer his prayer.... And do not call me a Majesty with such a moniker. I never made my own lineage in the primordial Dragon Kingdom no mate was worth my blood and strength. Just refer to me as Bahamut." She then rests her head fully on the soil. Her sharp armored chin digging down some inches into the ground with. "We Dragons are picky when it comes to whom we share our genetics with. As one's offspring must become stronger than both the parents, we do not breed the same as Man, Elf or Dwarf."

She then looked up to the skies, as if to understand something none of them could. "If I were to break it now, Chosen Ones that are on the level of Demigods would come to fight me. I'd rather not bring such ruinous fighting into this foreign world. Master has always taught me one thing, subtlety is King."

Blinking his eyes, the young man in his basic plate armor took a few steps back as he visibly processed what was being told to him. "S-subtetly?" The Dragon groaned heavily as its towering head sat between the thick trees. "Hm. Master has always said, "Meet your enemies on equal grounds lest you want to attract foes far stronger than you." She then tilts her head a bit on the side, bending the meters thick tree without any effort. "I've never learned that lesson, whenever I fought any foe, I'd always go all out." her giant eyes, the horizontal pupil slits inside her golden iris peered over to the skies. "It might've been luck that I did not die and became a God, but being weak again has taught me a lot of new things. More so even under the tutelage of a Chosen One whose luck is as low as the magma chamber I was born in."