Drakengard Anomaly: The Tale of an Angel and an Intoner

Chapter 22 - Peace Before the Storm

"Hey wake up!" A voice shouted.

Holy shit, what happened?!? It felt like a truck had hit me!

"False dragon, wake up!" The voice shouted again.

Everything hurt! I am tired of waking up like this.

"WAKE UP OR I'LL DEVOUR YOU!" The voice returned in a deafening boom.

I stood up immediately and abruptly but winced in pain as my vision darkened at the corners, so I sat down to avoid passing out.

"Hump! Take it easy, you just woke up, it would be rude to pass out again after all the time I wasted taking care of you." A female voice said next to me.

Looking at the source of the voice, I saw the purple-scaled dragon staring at me with its huge eyes. I stepped back at the unexpected sight until my back hit a wall, which did not help my current condition.

"What, how?" I murmured in surprise, holding back a pained cry.

"What's the problem? Did Bartas hit your head so hard that you became retarded?" The dragon asked amused.

I sighed irritably as I calmed down. Looking around, I realized that I lay on a straw bed inside a cave with an unconscious One next to me.

"One!" I shouted, holding the girl by the shoulders and shaking her lightly, but there was no response.

"Don't waste your time, I've tried to wake the girl several times, but I haven't been successful in the two weeks you've been here."

"Two weeks?!?" I asked surprised, gently laying One down on the bed.

"Yes, I brought you two here after the fight against Bartas. The girl tried to fight the man after the fairy attacked you from behind. She got her ass kicked, so I intervened. That man was a monster."

Looking at One, I noticed some injuries on her body, bruises, cuts, and scratches; I will have to take care of those later.

"But judging that we are alive, you must have killed Bartas." I said, returning to my previous position and sitting on the straw bed.

"In truth no, the girl did it." The dragon responded, pointing its head towards One.

"One?" I asked, following the dragon's gaze.

"Yes, even unconscious, the girl fought like a beast with her magic uncontrolled, tearing Bartas' body apart. Then she used one of my fangs that I lost previously to finish the man, leaving only his metal arm, surprisingly, he didn't regenerate."

"Hm... Is there any reason for this?" I asked, crossing my arms, deep in thought.

"Dragon magic."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? Dragon magic is the natural magic that all dragons have and that you possess, for some reason! The natural magic that runs through our blood, bones, and scales! Bartas is weak against it, his regeneration became weaker with each hit, you must have noticed during your fight."

"Yes, you are right. Fortunately, we won't have to worry about him anymore." I smiled relieved.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." The dragon laughed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"Bartas is still alive." The dragon smiled sadistically.

"But you said..." I muttered surprised, sweat running down my forehead as my heart raced.

"I know what I said! Don't you dare question a dragon! Everything seemed to be over when the girl reduced Bartas to just a metal arm, until steam came out of the arm and Bartas returned as a child."