A dragon devouring faeries (TOME 15 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

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The village had grown to ten times its size and the majority of the inhabitants were now elves.

Although there was a clash of cultures, the humans and their science were seen by the elves as mages using another form of magic.

The leaderless elves immediately recognized the chancellor. The notion of voting and democracy was foreign to them.

Eight months had passed since the explosion of the terrible dragon's lair.

Kate, on the other hand, took short naps but slept all the time, unable to get a good night's sleep without nightmares, and the rest of the day was all begging, praying at the edge of the crater for forgiveness and crying. Even the elves were sick to their stomachs in the end.

But the Ummites were inflexible and all feared them.

They came and sometimes "possessed" the elves who went into meditation or trance. But they were no longer interested in the earth. Humanity was eradicated and what was left of it was no longer a problem for their control of space. There was only one religion: God (through Tyrant who proclaimed himself the chosen Archangel but de facto a god himself.

To support his claims, he meditated (slept like a log), dreamed and his dream became creation.

A jubilee signifying the official entry of the Earth into the Ummite world was in preparation and many shuttles in the shape of crystal drops had arrived from all corners of the universe. And the Tyrant palace/destroyer was on its way. He would come to supervise the "blessing" of the artifact (a reprogramming to implement his most twisted plans...).

Waspy had disappeared since Hans' death. And all the kobolds had left the humans.

The temple was closed but left to Kate as a den. She was skinny and a pain to see.

Only Bello, the doctors and Sarah kept her company from time to time.

In the command center, military officials were gathered in front of satellite images.

Belleville: "According to our information, all the wreckage and abandoned remains of Cabal and Dragon tanks, vehicles and equipment have disappeared, without even leaving any tracks, just a few spots on the ground.

This was done very discreetly and methodically.

Chancellor: "Should we fear a threat? an attack?

Elven generals were now at the table.

One of them proposed something: "We have suspicions... These tracks look like the Vespalians... not the Kobolds.

The dwarves and Kobolds kept their distance but the trade was redirected to the elven, fairy and gnome kingdoms.

In the meantime, I redoubled my activities. I cast Reparo and earth spells, to clear the debris, compact it and recycle it.

The train to the dwarf fortress was quickly cleared, with the help of the golems.

I kept a little vigilance in the corner of my eye. I knew I was being watched, observed and studied.

The green eyes, or their reflections, always appeared when I least expected it, but I understood one thing... the black sphere did not move as long as I had activity until I was exhausted. And so I slept a dreamless sleep, completely exhausted, emptied. But the slightest slackening would set the dogs loose.

Everything in my head was ricocheting and I was trying to make sense of this ordeal. But I didn't know. To die for the sake of dying, I might as well go all the way. I wanted Tyrant's head, Queen of Darkness or not.