The Return of the Void Dragon

Signal Received

They walked towards me bravely, many would have thought they were still foolishly pressing on, but their solemn stature said it all. They had given up, kneeling in a way that was only possible for canines, some lingering Hogoblin archers prepared to shoot, thankfully were stopped mid-track by Rigurd.

The scent of freshly spilled blood splattered on the ground, all casualties are of the Direwolves, our tactical barrier led to no holes in our defenses, not like they could've gotten through me.

"We offer your loyalty as a pack, please forgive our insolence."

Hopping off from a tree stump I was sitting on, some Direwolves in the front flinched instinctively, patting it on the head caused its tail to wag. Still waiting for my response, the Direwolf with the courage to speak up; sized up the other wolf in jealousy.

"I accept the offer, but your actions will not be taken with a slap on the wrist." Might've been a wrong figure of speech, do they have wrists? Turning around I ask a question to the goblins, "what do you say? Take them in, yesterday's enemies, today's friends?"

The crowd roars with cheer as they clap in their victory, and the Direwolves join in and howl.

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A signal? What is this feeling, this rich feeling? It's almost suffocating, it's very similar to my Magicule Breeder Reactor.

This doesn't make sense.

Isn't this skill and its series the Intrinsic Power of God? Who else could've sent this, it's not like you could copy it, even Guy Crimson failed, and he's very powerful right?!

No use dwelling on that matter, action shows a lot more than theories, I know that much.

It was those conferences with neighboring Demon Lords, none of its business matters to me, especially not after a couple of thousands of years managing it, I just left it for my followers and leave to have fun. I am making the most out of my free time when I can.

Call it a defense mechanism perhaps, friends made along the years slowly died from old age or assassination. What's the point if they don't stay forever, that's what I've always thought, of course, the other Demon Lords have an infinite lifespan, so they're my partners. They're interested in my territory and using me; you aren't able to trust them.

I was sitting on a fluffy couch, decorated with bird feathers, Frey one of the Demon Lords that I trust enough not to do anything rash, was sitting beside me and playing with my hair, it was a relatively calm and collected place, which was why I come here when I was either distressed or finding someone to talk to. I was distressed today, I had to talk to someone about my situation, Frey, she's the only one to talk to anyway.

It was quiet, a little too quiet. That was until the ringing sound of the supposed signal racked my ears. Wincing, Frey looks down at me with a tilted head, concerned.

"What's wrong, did I pull on your hair?" she asks softly.

"Hahaa, I-its alright, I think I'll leave for now," I replied quickly. Of course, she didn't buy it, she was masterful in reading the emotions of enemies, she didn't question me, however.

Jura Forest? Why would the signal be there, Uncle? Well, that wouldn't make any sense either, he's the storm attribute, the only one left must be him...

Walking out the door, from the sky palace down to the Rocky Mountains below; flying as fast as I could to Jura Forest.

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I smile and wave to the rest of the civilians as they start to get comfortable with each other. In one corner you can see one petting a wolf's head while another was feeding it raw bird thighs. They are already becoming so friendly to each other so fast; you couldn't have even told them they were past enemies.