The Chronicles of Exodus: The Great Fall of Humanity

Chapter 10 eyðileggingu

I opened my eyes to a completely destroyed world. Fire ravaged the land, burning as far as the horizon. Smoke billowed from the already abandoned cities and storms of the undead walked the land. This was the work of a God, or someone playing God. Someone like Drago Bludvist. Me and Hellfire walked about 40 metres before I realized that I recognised the location. It was in debris and was completely destroyed but this, this was Freyr's camp. It seems they rendezvoused back at the camp before finding Freyr, and by the looks of it they never did. I knelt to lift a large wooden plank and move it elsewhere. I felt like a wreck. There was no way this much destruction could have occurred in a day. Unless, it wasn't a day, nor a week. This looked like a month's worth of destruction. I looked to Hellfire and frowned. The dragon growled and whipped his tail. I climbed onto his back. Just as we were about to take off, I saw the glimmer of something shiny. I hopped off Hellfire and went to see the object. I knelt below the debris and reached into the ash covered crevasse. I pulled the object out. It was a book, specifically a journal. I opened to the first page. It was Thea's. I sighed and flipped to the next page. This book was over a year old. It dated as far back as to when the first wave of hel-walkers invaded Earth. I flipped through the pages, all the way to when we got the dragons, then past the battle with Drago and the funeral. Aha! One of later pages gave me some insight. The group came back to camp to collect some resources, not knowing that Drago ambushed them and attacked the camp. It seems by Thea's rushed notes that entire group was captured and Mimir is the primary form of bait for me. My dragon for Mimir and perhaps the rest of my allies. I sighed and closed the book, placing it in a pouch on my belt. I climbed onto Hellfire's saddle, and we took off to the sky.

We flew over the more recent areas of destruction. My plan is if we follow the trail then we might be able to catch Drago and finally put an end to his reign of terror. The most recent attack was on a small facility where a group of survivors had barricaded themselves in. The facility seemed that it was once a parking garage. Hellfire took me on a scout of the area from above before going in on foot. The wind was much cooler this night and there practically no wind. I slid off Hellfire and approached the entry. I had my spear ready in case of an ambush. Hellfire shot a burst of fire to brighten the opening. I walked further in. A few dead bodies lay scattered about. None wore the Drago or dragon hunter uniform. These were the survivors and Drago slaughtered them all. Hellfire expelled a small amount of fire onto the tip of my spear. Now I could properly see. A banner sporting the Drago design sat on the floor. "This place is deserted." I called out to Hellfire. He growled in response, and we left this ghost place.

Our next destination was an oil rig set up by the city's shore. I patted Hellfire on the neck as we flew. I knew this place would lead us straight to Drago. He requires oil for his ships and with an entire oil rig to his name he would unstoppable and would be impossible to attack at sea. In the distance I spotted it, an entire fleet of dragon hunter ships. Drago wasn't holding back anything this time. Hellfire roared as neared the rig. We landed at the back entrance and snuck through the facility there. The entire place was abandoned, and it seemed it was in a rush. We came out from the side entrance, a rusted garage door with an incredibly pronounced dent in it. I looked to Hellfire and gestured to move to the water. Hellfire nodded and sprinted ahead. I unfolded Aspis on my left forearm before moving forward. We came into a clearing, a space where the trees met the water. Hellfire growled. He was in position. I climbed onto his back, and we flew into the air. We flew high above the fleet of ships. I could see aircraft carriers, prisoner vessels and the command ship, Drago's personal ship. Each ships ported a design on its side, either a dragon skull, a hammer, a monstrous nightmare, or swords in an x. I looked down at the water. It was rippling just as it had when Drago first attacked us in Scandinavia. Jörmungandr killed one of the three bewilder beasts meaning we had a slight advantage. I reached down to the compartment on Hellfire's saddle. I rummaged around before grabbing out a flare gun. I loaded a charge and flicked the barrel. I aimed the gun up at the sky before firing. The flare illuminated the entire sea a bright orange. I watched as the flare fell, eventually landing on the top of one of the aircraft carriers. That was our signal. Hellfire dived down straight towards the fleet. He spun and shot bursts of fire blasts before pulling up and flying over the ships. He launched further up, gaining momentum with each flap of his wings. Eventually he glid gently. I unclipped myself from the saddle and leaped off Hellfire's back. I fell straight towards Drago's ship. I fell like a torpedo, gaining more and more speed as I fell. I was getting very close to the ship now when I swiftly hooked my thumbs into panels on my back. I pulled hard on the hooks and Swoosh! I opened my wing suit. It was constructed from the wings of the titanwing monstrous nightmare that I killed. I latched my thumbs around the hooks hard. Thanks to the wings I safely glid onto the back of Drago's ship. I landed with a loud thud. I folded the wing suit back up into the backpack on my back and unsheathed my blades. I breathed hard. I was actually going to do this. I turned my attention back to the sea. The ripples grew stronger. The bewilder beasts were pulling the whole fleet. I sighed at the cruelty of Drago. I hope Hades got my message I thought hopefully. If he didn't then my plan wouldn't work at all. I continued through the ship, sneakily and stealthily taking out all of Drago's men on board. I continued this rampage until I finally found the main control room. I came to door. Crouched, against it so I could hear what was happening inside. "Execute them! The boy will be too late to save them." I heard Drago bellow through the communications. "The boy is me... and the executed are my allies. I inhaled sharply before slamming that door down with nothing but my bare hands. "Drago!" I yelled "Your time is over!" Drago turned swiftly; a smile spread across his face. "You will be too late to save them." He scoffed. "That hardly matters to me now!" I yelled, swinging the blades on their chains. Drago seemed surprized by my callous behaviour. That's when he saw it. My eyes, glowing blood red. The colour the crystal creates when you embew your hate into it. I smirked and ran at Drago. I threw one chained blade at his chest, stabbing a deep wound. I pulled myself to him, slamming him with my shoulder. With my other blade I sliced him across the chest, before tackling him out the command centre and onto the outside of the boat.