Parallel Vol. 4 [LEGACY EDITION]

Chapter 96.2: Transcendent Meeting

Dorun, Merriheim's East Claw.

8:21 a.m. 13th Zelyr 1092.

7 Days to World's End.

A massive shadow zipped over the small village. The villagers, of whom most were felur, trembled under the immense pressure exuded by the terrifying lifeform. However, despite their fear, the felu warriors picked up their weapons, and readied themselves for a terrible fight.

"Stand down!" Just when tensions were at their peak, a calming voice shouted from within one of the mud houses. The felur looked at Brock, who wore a small, bitter smile. "He's not an enemy." Well, he's not a friend, either. Brock looked up at the dark silhouette. "I did not realize you had such a playful side to you..."

The silhouette suddenly descended. Since it no longer blocked the sun, the felur could make out the terrifying, red-scaled Elder Dragon. Nornesh shrunk to his hume form and then landed in front of Brock. The Elder Dragon frowned as he gave Brock a once-over. "Was it you? Did you send that kid?"

"Kid?" Brock recalled the daeben who proclaimed he would somehow convince Nornesh. His eyes widened in shock. "It can't be. Did Kashi really recruit you?"

"Recruit?" Fire burned in Nornesh's eyes as if insulted by the very claim. "You think a mere hume could recruit me? We merely struck a deal; a mutual agreement that benefits us both."

'Yeah, that sounds just like recruitment.' Brock did not dare speak his mind. First, a dragon's pride was legendary. They had no qualms destroying cities to soothe their ego. Brock could not afford to annoy Nornesh. At least, not in the village.

Secondly, Brock, was, quite frankly, scared of Nornesh. Even among the Transcendents, Nornesh was on a different plane of strength. This dragon was the sole reason the Chaos Orders' Transcendents could not run amok.

"I suppose that is the only way." Brock agreed. Judging by Nornesh's relaxed brows, it seemed the flattery worked. Brock breathed a sigh of relief, and then pointed to the mud house. "The others await you inside."

Nornesh wrinkled his nose. "I will never understand why you choose to live in such squalor." Nevertheless, the Elder Dragon crossed his arms at his back, and then followed Brock through the door.

The entrance opened up to a small room. A small, round, wooden table sat at the center with five chairs surrounding it. Nornesh's gaze travelled to a straw mat on the floor. "Really." He spat, but it ultimately was not his place to judge another's lifestyle. Thus, he turned his attention to the three men sat at the table.

Naturally, Nornesh spotted the most flashily dressed man first. Damah Dumm, dressed in his trademark purple doublet, placed his goblet on the table upon seeing Nornesh. "Incredible. I never fathomed you of all people would show up."

Nornesh's eyes narrowed. He did not like this Damah Dumm. Mostly because, he did not know a damn thing about the man aside from the fact that he was anything but human. No human could live for as long as Damah Dumm. However, the fact that Nornesh could not sniff out the merchant's original race was a worry in and of itself. Interestingly, Damah Dumm protected Ederwood.

"You're telling me. Who woulda thought there'd be a day the great Nornesh would grace one of our meetings with his grand presence."

Nornesh turned to look at the green-haired cerulean who spoke. "Watch your mouth, Tritan."

Tritan was a muscular man who looked to be in his late forties. His seaweed-like, green hair was held together by a head band, which the old man occasionally toyed with. Nornesh knew this man well. Tritan was one of those renegade men who liked to explore the world, be it via land or sea. The man was rarely in one place, but his official 'home-zone' was the chaotic Monoch.