Two Stars Collide: Part 2 - A TCF/LCF Fanfiction

Chapter 389

While everyone was distracted by his temporary ally, a helmeted man began to reassess their side's situation. Frustration filled him the more he lost control of not just the wyverns, but the focus of their troops. On the ground below, those of the Bear Tribe were easily being defeated or restrained by the multiple unforeseen factors. How was a small territory on the outskirts of a kingdom far more fortified than any of the Northern nations' capitals?! Plus the Tiger tribe, who were supposed to be on the Eastern Continent, were here! Why were they even assisting a human kingdom in their war? Weren't they a tribe who preferred to live in small communities on mountains? Did they relocate according to the supposed will of the Gods?

Gritting his teeth in anger, the true leader of the Wyvern's Brigade glared at the individual who he knew possessed the influence to control the tide of war like this. Not only was he a weakling who somehow managed to obtain the blessing of nature. This kid had somehow won the favor of the Gods. None of which made sense. Why would nature or the mighty Gods pick a child with a pitiful glass plate over him who had a foundation fated for greatness?! He had even consumed the hearts of Dragons! So why would they select someone like the son of the Count?

Without taking his eyes off of the infuriatingly attractive redhead, the incomplete warrior yet again attempted to activate his ancient powers. To his dismay, he still was unable to get his wyvern to move closer to the city. After a couple more tries, he confirmed that the beast would still listen to him if he moved away from the wall or flew higher while maintaining his current distance. Tightening his hold on the reins, the muted human recalled the rumors regarding the presence of Dragons around the Roan Kingdom's Crown Prince. Could it be- Was an arrogant Dragon actually living within the Henituse Territory? Protecting its inhabitants? If so, then these human trash deserved to die for submitting to such disgusting and self-conceited creatures.

Suddenly, his heart started to race from a mix of fear and exhilaration. His brown eyes were swiftly searching the people on the wall for the bastard responsible for the wyverns' terror and disobedience. Out of the limited possibilities, the most dangerous would be if the person was an ancient Dragon who was just standing there. Watching with a haughty expression as they, the lower races, killed each other. Because he was incomplete, he would be unable to win a battle against them. Especially if they had access to their Dragon Breath. Although the fact they hadn't made their presence known increased the chances that they were a young hatchling. If that was the case, he could easily grow stronger if he killed them and ate their heart. All he needed to do to lure them out was hurt their pride. Or would they reveal themself if he destroyed the barrier?

His lips gradually curled up into a malicious smirk. It was time for him to get serious.

Hazy red-browns continued to analyze and record everything at a rapid rate. Which is why the God of Love was able to notice the abnormal knight who was lingering off to the side. Emitting hatred, anger, excitement, fear and confusion. So many emotions were coming from someone who wasn't even moving to fight. As if following they had followed his gaze, the voices of the adult dragons began to flow into his mind.

-Huh?

-I sense the power of nature from that weird human.

-An ancient power. Plus there's something else. He is indeed a peculiar human.

-I recognize this scent. It's the scent of a Treacher. One who has eaten a Dragon heart.

<I see. So he's Syrem.>

-A Treacher? I thought there was only one left. How could there be a second one?

<Yep. His name is Syrem.>

-Then he was another creation that abomination of a reincarnator made while acting like a God?

-Indeed.