Draimon: Fracture: Erasend- Book 1: Deascension

Chapter 15: Regain

The tree opened with three Dragons walking in, all roughly the same as his height; first, a bark Berserker walked in on its knuckles. The next a quadrupedal Dragon with large spines along its back, head and tail. The final Dragon resembled a serpent with four small legs and a little mouth. As Livigon joined the group, the image of a forest of small trees flashed in his mind, he nodded.

"Let us go," he said, and the four of them ran out of the tree, instinctually knowing where to go; once they trailed behind him, he knew they were here to assist him.

He slowed and allowed them to gather around him, being sure to keep out of sight. Once they were out of sight and hearing, Livigon spoke, "what is the plan?"

"I will hold it down," the vine serpent-like Dragon said.

"I shall weaken it," the Berserker said.

"And I shall provide ranged support," the Spine-back said, "your job is to precisely destroy it with your solar vines."

"When there is a small piece left, I will trap in a bark shell. If the Devourer absorbs the prison, it will die, and the bark will be too strong and it too weak to break out."

"I am guessing you are all young to stop it from getting too powerful if one of us falls, also so we do not emit strong signatures," Livigon said."

"If one of us gets grappled, there are others to help us," the long-bodied Dragon said.

"If everything goes right, we can do this," the Berserker said. "I know this is essential, but I wonder if we will get anything when we return."

"What would that be?" The Spine-back asked as it trudged along, with the Berserker stopping for a moment to think. After several seconds the Dragon caught up with a bound.

"Wealth? No, Material possessions? No, fame I would not mind, but these are desires I shall not fall to like they do." The Spine-back snorted in response.

"So what then, Wopungon."

"Is it not obvious, Sporn? I want a clean shot to a whole bunch of Humans."

"We really should be silent," Livigon said.

"Of course, my lord, excellent idea every one listen to him. We need the element of surprise," the third said.

"This way," Wopungon said, with him leading them through the forest. In the distance, they could see it clearly. Its sickly pale body easily identifiable among the brown of the trees.

They saw it raise its massive maw as if trying to smell them and then snapped it towards them.

"Not much advantage if it can compound the weak eyes and nostrils," Wopungon said, "I thought we could ambush it." The Monster began its charge, and as it got close, their cores shivered.

"Are those what organs look like?" Wevingon asked.

"They must have been the majority of the biomass it could gain," Wopungon said. Livigon snarled.

"Their destruction is imminent," as he drove his claws into the ground with vines sprouting from the scars on the land. They light up with bright yellow solar energy from the sprout, but a wall of trees sprouted between them.

"Yes, my lord, just let my trees hold it and allow your vines time to charge. Then I can use the fragments." The sparking vines curled around, ready to uncurl at a moments notice.

"Very well."

The Monster lumbered towards the barricade and smashed its body against it. Until it pushed its malleable body past, the branches and Livigon swung his vines, the Monster turning its body to a puddle, the vines swinging overhead.