Draimon: Fracture: Erasend- Book 1: Deascension

Chapter 10: Herbicide

"IT MUST BE DESTROYED!" They roared in unison; shields of bark erupted from the ground to block many of the might beams. Those that were not destroyed everything they touched. I saw a towering wall of vines rise between and wrap around The Wyrm-torn.

 Them shredded, but not before the army began their assault. The Wyrm-torn was too close, and all I saw was it thrashing its massive arms. Others pushed past me but died instantly with one swish. I only lived because of their deaths.

They were so thick and covered in slashing blades, It would only take one touch to kill me. I ran, hating myself for being scared; my dutiful core compelled me to fight, but I did not want to die. I stopped and pulled myself down into the ground where I was safe. There was nothing I could do. If I fought, I would die. The heads were too high up; above all I heard were roars, screams, and shockwaves, all the more reason to stay below. Something drove into the ground and plucked me out; I fired a solar beam without thinking. Into Baragon's face.

"PUT ME BACK!" I roared at his face.

"Drydra, you must do something."

"What?" I cried.

"It may look like it can regenerate, but it can not; it can only regrow what it has absorbed, that thing only has so much flesh. Even if it is vast, it will not last forever."

"So you want me to destroy the eyes, noses, and ears to take away the senses of this thing," I said, calming down.

"Perfect," Baragon replied, nodding his head once, "it will go for the older Dragons first; it may even ignore you. Target the larger heads on top."

"Yes, but how do I get up there? My wings are not strong enough."

"Hello, Drydra," I heard Thorn-wing say with a back littered with small Dragons, them clinging on by the back thorns.

"Right," I said about to climb, but Baragon stopped me, holding out a ball of bark.

"Eat this," he said, "It will replenish your supply, let you unlock bark magic fully and replenish your energy." I took the ball into my mouth with my tongue and swallowed it, I felt the ball break down into my body, and I gazed into the distance and saw the Wyrm-torn. I must have instinctually travelled through the earth. I flapped onto Thorn-wing's back and joined the crowd of a Wyvern, Mancer, Berserker, Beast, and other hatchlings.

"Please be careful," he said. I did not need to reply; I would be, I will survive, for their sake.

"We will drop them off behind it, do not worry," and with one powerful flap, Thorn-wing burst into the sky. "I shall draw its attention."

Thorn-wing flew higher and higher and then flew straight to avoid the tentacles. As we flew through the air, I saw other flying Dragons with hatchlings on their backs. As we got closer, one of the heads turning and glaring at Thorn-wing, the maw glowed orange. "Fight well," Thorn-wing said, as the thorns angled and shot forward, I and the others shot through the sky, the air rushing past us. When we got close, we all jumped off me, holding my wings out to keep me in the air, the winged hatchlings holding onto the non-winged. I looked down and saw just how high up I was and the battle below, those tentacles cutting through our forces. Pale washing away greens and browns. I will do what I can.