Eclipsed

Chapter 76

Magnus's voice rang out, filled with authority as he laid out the plan. "We intercept them. Alric, you take on Kaiser. Ren, you handle Doulos. Sayori, you deal with Iris... I'll take Yoruzen." His eyes narrowed, the weight of the task settling on each of them.

Ren, still processing the strategy, spoke up. "How though? They'll all be close to each other."

A smirk played across Magnus's face as he reached into his bag and pulled out a small, glowing pearl. "These will do it," he said, holding it up for the group to see. "These are teleportation pearls. You grab onto the person you want to teleport with, think of a place in your mind—anything, no matter how far away—and you'll be there."

Magnus tossed one to each of them. "We need to get moving now," he added, his voice urgent.

The group made their way out of the room quickly, the tension in the air palpable. Magnus looked to Alric. "Alric, you're with me," he said. "Ren, you're with Sayori. Let's go."

Alric nodded, a determined look in his eyes, as he walked toward the massive black dragon standing outside. Magnus climbed onto the creature's back with a swift motion, and they prepared to take flight. Sayori stood nearby, watching them leave in silence.

Ren turned to her, his brow furrowed. "Well, uh, how are we going to travel there?" he asked.

Sayori's voice was calm, yet filled with purpose. "Follow me."

She led Ren a short distance, and as they reached the clearing, Ren's eyes widened in surprise. A majestic silver dragon stood before them, its scales shimmering like liquid moonlight. Its wings were massive, and its eyes gleamed with intelligence. Ren could hardly believe what he was seeing. "What the hell? I thought this breed was extinct..." he muttered in awe.

Sayori glanced at him, a hint of sadness in her eyes as she replied, "Well, yes. But she is the last of her kind."

Ren stared at the dragon, now understanding the gravity of her words. "Oh, I see," he said softly.

Sayori walked to the dragon, her hand gently grazing its scaled hide. "This is Lyra," she said. "She'll get us there quickly."

Ren, still in shock, followed Sayori as she climbed onto the dragon's back. "So, we're really doing this?" he asked, his excitement growing.

Sayori nodded, and Ren climbed on behind her, gripping the reins as Lyra spread her massive wings. The dragon's powerful muscles rippled as she took off into the air, the wind rushing around them.

The ground below grew smaller and smaller as they soared, the silver dragon cutting through the sky with grace and speed. Ren couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as they flew toward Mizugan. They were about to face their enemies, and the fate of everything hung in the balance.

As they flew through the sky, the wind rushing past them, Ren couldn't shake the curiosity that gnawed at him. He glanced over at Sayori, her silver hair flowing like a stream of moonlight behind her, her mask still hiding her face and emotions. There was something enigmatic about her presence, something almost hauntingly familiar.

"Hey," Ren began, his voice a little hesitant, "I don't mean to get personal, but... how do you know about where Yoruzen is? Or how do you know so much about him?"

Sayori didn't respond, her mask concealing any trace of her reaction. The silence stretched on, and Ren scratched the back of his head, realizing he might have overstepped. "I'm sorry, that may have been a bit out of line..." he muttered.

"It's fine," Sayori replied, her tone cool, distant even.

Ren felt a bit of relief, but also a lingering sense of unease. There was something about her that seemed... familiar, like a distant memory he couldn't quite grasp. It wasn't the first time he'd felt that sensation, but he chose not to dwell on it.