Something Immortal

66: The Falling Prophecy

As the battle at the Serpent Peak ensued, the hole in the pit expanded with more and more undead infecting the land. With the Harpies joining the fray, it was still not enough to stop the fiendish, ghostly enemies, from the sky to the land and even to the seas.

From where they came, the Hydra clan rode in a ship headed by the Marquis of the Draconian race, Sigurd, and beside him stood Seisyl Drest, watching the Serpent Peak from the docks. The water bubbled and boiled underneath them an infected, colossal monster with the head of an eel, glaring, and growling at their group. Arrows flying and swords clashing, their ship was quickly invaded by the skeletal fishly creatures with webbed feet and hands. The leader of the Hydra clan remained unperturbed, sight focused on the monster in front of them. He stepped onto the fore, removing his pristine coat, he handed it to Seisyl who nodded and took a step back to give way to the noble.

Eyes, the color of the deepest blue, his mind seek one person only but not to ask permission...

"I'm turning."

If he was expecting any grandiose reaction, Kyro did not give this to him. Instead, the Dragon Emperor merely chuckled. "You came."

"Did you hear what I said?"

"I did. You're only allowed to touch the seas; in the land, you must not use your ancient form."

"Wouldn't it be much practical if we can all just turn?"

"No." Kyro's tone was in finality. "Not without risking hurting the innocents."

"And what about Kali? He could turn any time soon, Kyro."

"I trust him. I trust their love..."

Hearing this, Sigurd briefly glanced at Seisyl who was cautiously waiting, holding on to his coat as their ship fended off the infected sea creatures. He went on to ask, "Where are you?"

"In the northern flank, fighting your cousin..."

Braking their spiritual feed for a moment, Sigurd rushed out of the dock and dived in only to emerge from the deep water as a multi-headed gigantic water snake, about 20 feet in height. His ancient form closes to his monstrous prey, seizing and biting, all heads in different directions at the same time. Seisyl smiled at the beauty before him, and the power that their kind has been known off through time. Raising his hand, he ordered and navigated the whole ship, yelling out loud, "Move forward!"

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As the translucent white claymore blade met the weight of the colossal axe, the ground trembled, and the thunder roared from the sky. The former Duke of the Draconian race whose skin was more reddish than saffron had a strong constitution and stone-like skin. If Kali couldn't be wounded because of how fast he heals, Ryu couldn't be wounded because of how thick his skin lizard skin was. Not even the claymore blade of Emperor Kyro could penetrate through, even when their strength was almost on par.

Each of their sides was covered with other soldiers attacking them and attacking each other, yet the pair was only absorbed with each other. Ryu did not care whether he hit a foe or ally, as long as he could get to the Draconian King. Indeed, the red and white did begin to swirl as they clashed, only their eyes were altered in their truest form. However, Kyro knew that if he turned, Ryu would follow regardless of the damage.

The spinning of the gleaming sheerness of Kyro's blade whistled a lament to all those who would stand in the way, but to Ryu, it only served to intensify his own unique weapon, a bronze axe capable of cutting even the toughest of skin. This axe killed his parents and left a wound on Kali's face for days.