Army of the Damned

VOLUME 15 Chapter 10

Returning to the University of Benber the Pilot, Bahamut's golden eyes widened as she looked up to the skies. The incomprehensible truth in her grasp, she turned around to see the Elves had all stayed bowing even though it was already the afternoon. "Stand up and open those elevator doors!" The Curator immediately stood up and extended his arm outward, using his magic to pull the lever as he followed her into the elevator.

"Goddess, what did you see?"

"A Pact is made. As much as I want to make these Gods choke on their halos, there are those I love that I must protect."

Another Automatron, this one having a more feminine build walks to the glass doors and slides them close and the elevator starts going up. "Heaven is in glee with me and Mars, but I will not allow them to play with us any longer after this. Do you know the highest mountain in this land?" Ulmig nods. "Its three regions on the Southeast of the capital. Why do you ask, Goddess?" The Dragon then looks at her hands and closes it into a fist. "And the dead?"

This made the Elf raise an eyebrow as the elevator arrived back on the ground floor. There, the Navy Officers were present, saluting with their fists on their chests as the Goddess walked through the crowded lobby. "What about the dead, Goddess? It is better to leave them be. It is blasphemy to awaken them." she just shrugs her head and stops. Looking at the city of Oceanowa. "Here alone, I sense a few hundred thousand bodies that can be revived. But my question lies in the usefulness of their corpses."

"G-Goddess, I cannot speak on this as it is against Forrus and her teaching. The dead must be left alone. Return to the soil and be at peace." Bahamut then sways her hand aggressively. "Even in death, the Dragons fight to conquer. It is not the end of a Dragon if they die. It just means they will return one day, stronger and better. Our souls aren't as meek as Humans or Elves."

"I-Impressive, truly. I've never seen such a species that has such a fiery passion to live and become powerful."

"It is but the duty of our kind. What I saw there, what was told to me and the pact made. It burns the fire within me brighter than the flames of the Gods and Demigods that I've eaten."

"It is my dream to one day be able to fully test the magic of a Dragon. Your blood, from the samples I've gotten. It sparks Mana even at the molecular level, the veins that run through your body, to even your wings have properties that spark a childish gid to me."

"Long ear, our affinity with magic comes from the very make up of our biology. The secret lies not within the blood, though you are close. The Dragons of Threa share a very much similar make up, but their aptitude in teleportation and spatial gravity magic is not the same as ours." She then lifts her hand up her sharp chin and slowly rubs it. "I believe this is due to there ancient history, we Dragons of Tur had to learn it to make ourselves faster and more agile without the more susceptible wind magic, but the ones here have a different idea."

Through the elaborate hallways, Elves rush to the teleporter room as they prepare it for another run. This left Bahamut to look out the massive arching window that shows the Elven city of Oceanowa once again and the ships leaving the mouth of the port through the giant statue.

The city itself does not only limit itself from the steep hillside, but also to the ocean. With a honeycombed shape blocks all connected to one another as a seawall blocked the stronger tides where the colossus stood. The water there was calm now and so was the floating section of the metropolis and in the horizon, she noticed just peeking from the tips of the hill were massive guns. "Goddess, if I may ask again, just what did our creator specifically say? Did you meet with her Goddess?" she shrugs. "Something far beyond what was asked. I know it now, and what must be done shall be done as Master so loved this world, I will do what he'd wish for me."