Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 169: Frightful Gaze

Neith is over seven hundred years old, which is rather young for a dragon. Shialvalgarro estimated his own age to be around ten thousand years, though he would readily admit that he spent a great deal of that time either in total seclusion or hibernation. The other elder dragons scattered to the winds as the Devourer proved to be unkillable, even when it was little more than the size of a town, and the few that remained were driven out or killed by Morthybargaron and his allies.

Some of whom Morthybargaron betrayed in the end.

The grey Jomsviking has seen many forms that magic takes, and witnessing a known sage like Senn form a spell from methods older than the dragon himself is a bit awe inspiring.

Wenlianna, Vaergraes, and Senn are all working in tandem to cast a specialized detection spell that will use their three positions to help pinpoint any return mana waves from Neith's part in the spell.

With just a quick description from Daniel, Wenlianna was able to quickly explain an adapted idea, and Senn ran with it, working with the next most experienced mage in Vaergraes and the young human magic artisan who is more familiar with how Daniel's brain works.

Vaergraes calls out calmly as the detection spell is finished, "Neith, now."

The dragon nods, quickly casting the pulse portion, which uses a lot of his mana suddenly. He's not especially surprised, but it does hit him harder than he expected.

The mana pulse is briefly visible as a bubble expanding outwards quickly, racing into the distance, and the three mages hold their detection spell to wait on any 'echoes' that return.

Something sends a strange feeling through Neith's scales on his tail, and he looks around to see if there's anything that stands out. A foreboding sense that someone is watching him refuses to go away, though there's no obvious signs of anything.

That is until he looks behind him.

A titanic shadow is looming over the group, distorted by the faint fog around them and wavering with the movements of the tree branches and leaves warping the sunlight. The shadow is larger than Neith in his natural form, which is roughly fifty times larger than he is now.

More than its size, though, which could easily imply another Yaulwembor, it's the mana that Neith senses buried deep within that shadow that nearly stops his heart.

The last time he felt this sensation is when he was little more than a neonate in the grand scheme of things, and he was taken in by the feldroks.

When he passed one of the elders, the sheer volume of mana rolling off of the ancient being seemed to suck all of the air out of Neith's lungs, chill him to his bones, and remind him how very, very small he was.

Like dragons, feldroks grow over their entire lives, though it does slow down as they get older. Regardless, the feldrok Neith only saw once carried with it what the dragon can only describe as the presence of death.

The shadow carries that same presence.

Just as quickly as he notices it, though, the gossamer apparition fades into the fog, but what it leaves behind is the realization of where it was coming from.

Directly at the base of the dark presence is a human from another world who, without any magic of his own, found ways to defeat dragons, the Devourer, and is leading a near unstoppable campaign to secure territory for his friends and family.

Their eyes meet at that moment, and Neith realizes that he was entranced and terrified for that brief moment.

By all appearances, he was terrified by Daniel.