Army of the Damned

VOLUME 15 Chapter 9

Sitting on top of the mansion, the black Dragon had its wings unfurled, soaking in the heat of the summer star as her closed eyes began to get invaded. "Bahamut, the Age of the Dragons has reached its peak. Nigh shall we be after the twilight has sparkled its last. Do you not see our offspring? How we are evolving? Size and power is not what it takes in a world of Man and Elf. The evolution of the Dragon is smaller and weaker." Looking around, the Dragon squinted at what was happening and once again, closed her eyes.

Finding herself in the dark brooding room of Albion, the gigantic bed that sat on top of a golden stage as the pure platinum Dragon sat quietly, looking straight at an equally large Dragon that had entered its chamber. Even though it's a mere recreation, not even the Black Dragon dares to challenge the celestial aura and presence that came with the chromatic winged beast.

"Almighty Albion, surely we can still thrive, should we discard our wings? Our unshakeable souls? Unbreakable scales and deathless souls with wills that only the Gods could match up to?"

"Ahahahah, you share the same eyes as your Father. One of my greatest Red Dragon Knights... but Bahamut, you did not choose to become a proper Dragon Noble. Nor did you raise a House with your name. Is finding a Mate that hard? Is a Chromatic Dragon not enough?"

"I apologize for my-"

"Do not apologize. I know how we pick our mates. But I do wonder what or whom will birth you an offspring. Your strength is impeccable, your will, stronger than most of the Dragon Gods beneath me."

"I do not know, Almighty Albion. But I stand by my choice. I will not discard my wings and scales for the body of Man."

"Then you shall perish alongside me. The Lizard people had shot down our hopes of power and it has opened the gates for Man and Elf to take the sword and stop the Demons. Tur is no longer ours to own but a mere foreign house that we are the visitors of."

"... I have seen the offspring of the Wyvern. The Drakes no longer even possess stone or metal scales. Their armor is nothing but rubber and their size, mere cottage of a size."

"Hrm. Sad as it is, our species has reached its Apex with me and the other Dragon Gods. I believe the time to ascend comes. When do you plan to go, Bahamut?"

"I do not plan to go to the open space, to our heaven. I will stay in the Void, Almighty Albion. I shall sleep there and if ever does the time come where Dragons will rule the world again, then I shall be there to lead the new generation."

"Ahahahaha, your hope never dies, Bahamut. It is a wonderful thought. But when you come back here, do watch out.

The construction of living spaces meant for the Human size is being built. Though they do say the Human Tongue can taste beef better. I wonder what our wonderfully bred cows taste like."

As she blinks, her vision fuzzles and the Dragon finds herself in her actual body that sat in the Abyss. Approaching her is a divine apparition of a woman as it finally reached her and stopped right above her nose.

The Dragon's giant golden eyes sees her as how a person would view an Ant. It's just that this one goes far beyond the imagination.

"Empress..."

"Indeed it is I. I do not wish to bring you harm. I merely want to speak to you personally."

"What has that God of yours said?"

"Go to Benber and touch the Bark of the Divine and convene. You have the power for it."

"Leave Master out of this."

"Of course, I've seen through your memories." This made the Dragon's eye open wide, her iris locking into the visage of the Empress. "May I experience the second most important memory to you? I do not want to dwell in a Dragon's love so we may leave the first one to be but in return, I shall let you see my memories. A sign of mutual respect." Bahamut was silent at first but then her eyes closed, like the headlights of an oncoming car suddenly disappearing in a dark night and embracing the Elf, a burning blinding light that didn't even make her close her eyes.