Chapter 10 Those That Remain
Two weeks later...
Two figure is inside a room. One is kneeling while the other, a dragon is sitting.
"Sir, he is ready," the kneeling figure says.
"Very well, send him out to this location," the dragon pushes a paper which the kneeling figure reads.
"Also, prepare the traps. We will be heading out soon," the dragon adds.
The figure reads the content before saluting his superior and exiting the room, leaving the dragon in his thought.
"And now, it is time to start," the dragon grins.
"Looks like we have a lot more participants today," Anima notes as he looks at the volunteers.
Dragons and humans are chatting with one another, talking about today's expedition. There are around thirty of them, including Anima, Demios, Ray, Cronus, and Chester. Phobos is here as well to see them off. Most of the participants wears light armor.
"I am surprised that there a lot more participants compared the last time we went out," Demios says.
"Most wanted to see the Super Armors for themselves ever since the discovery of one," Phobos says as he eyes the crowd, "I hear it will be a quick one."
"The area isn't that far compared to the desert expedition. It should take around seven hours of travel," Anima explains.
"It's still far," Phobos mutters.
"By the way Phobos, is it all right for you to be here?" Ray asks.
"It'll be fine," Phobos assures, "those jobs aren't going anywhere you know."
"They will if you don't take them," Demios says.
Phobos turns to Chester, "How's the weapon?"
"I got better, but still need practice," Chester admits, while Cronus grunts.
"...if only you stop hitting me accidentally," Cronus grumbles.
"I'm sorry, it's not like I did that on purpose," Chester tries to reason regarding his weapon.
Cronus doesn't say anything. He just leans against a wall, crossing his arms while looking at the participants. As if on cue, two feral dragons flies above Dravagan, landing in front of the gate.
"Well then, stay safe you guys," Phobos says as the group prepares to leave.
"You too. Take care of the team, I'm counting on you," Demios says as they exits Dravagan.
With the group leaving for expedition, Phobos decides to take a look at what jobs are available today.
The first thing he notices when he reach the guild, someone is crying. That someone is Cross, with Silver tries to console him. The commotion causes some of those who passed by look at them while walking.
'The caravan have left last night, what are they doing here?' Phobos thinks as he get closer. Both Silver and Cross notice that Phobos is approaching them. Cross tries to hold back his tears as he hides behind Silver.
'Well, no turning back now...,' Phobos thinks.
"Can I ask what's wrong?" He begins to ask.
"We...," Silver begins to speak, but holds back revealing anything.
Phobos sighs, 'It's too late for me to pull back now...'
"Come on, let's talk somewhere else," Phobos beckons them to follow him. Both Silver and Cross follows behind Phobos, with Cross still hiding behind Silver as they walk.
Phobos leads them back to the base. Aurnat, Gerald and Dusk are putting down a set of chair and sofa close to the kitchen.
"What are you guys doing?" Phobos asks.
"Tidying the place up," Gerald answers, "We need a place for people to sit in here."
Aurnat notices Silver and Cross behind Phobos, "Say, aren't you two the merchants of Silver Cross? What are you guys doing here? The caravan already left yesterday."
"That is..., um well...," Silver turns away, hesitant to answer. Cross what looks like he is about to cry again.
"Never mind," Aurnat says, "You can tell us when you are ready."
Silver nods in appreciation as he leads Cross to sit at the sofa alongside him.
"So Phobos, any jobs today?" Aurnat asks.
Phobos's face turns pale, "About that..."
"I figured as much," Aurnat sighs.
"I'll be back soon." Phobos quickly head back to the request board to take up possible jobs today.
"Well then, what next?" Dusk asks.
"We really have nothing to do except waiting for Phobos to come back," Aurnat answers.
Gerald turns to Silver and Cross, "So..., how's it going?" he asks.
"What do you think?" Aurnat crosses his arm, "It's pretty obvious to see."
"How obvious?" Dusk asks.
"I prefer not answering that," Aurnat says, "Let them tell us when they are ready."
"Well then I'll be in my room exercising," Dusk says as he head upstairs.
"It's about time I finish up my paperwork...," Aurnat says as he ascend the stairs as well.
"Wait, paperwork? I thought you are working on Hearth's Inn?" Gerald asks as he follows behind him.
"Yesterday was my last," Aurnat admits, "I am now helping my family's work. Nothing too complicated."
"Sounds odd," Gerald says.
"At the very least, I am not letting myself drift away too much now," Aurnat says as he enter his room. Gerald head back downstairs to wait for Phobos.
Phobos rubs his chin as he takes a look at the available jobs. There are less hunter than usual due to some of them are participating in the expedition.
He notices a new board just beside the request board, making the area have three boards in total. A request board for hunters, a request board for non-hunters, and finally a wanted list. It looks like the new board is for either easier quest or those who don't care who does the job. Phobos decides to take a night patrol request, and a request from a woodworker.
Just outside, Selene is reading today's news. Most of them are news like, lesser crime rates, some sort of special deals that either restaurants or shops have, nothing too important.
Moving away from the board, she head upstairs to look at available request. A quick scan of the board doesn't show anything interesting. Sighing, she returns back to her home.
Meanwhile, Phobos is exiting the guild building with the request paper in hand. He returns towards the base, thinking about the request he has taken.
When he enters the house, the first thing he notices is Silver sleeping on the sofa, with Cross leaning on him. Phobos head towards the meeting room carefully, ensuring that he doesn't wake them up. Once inside, he takes a seat before reviewing today's jobs.
There has been sightings of a mysterious individual on the Industrial Area, particularly close to the water turbine. Hunters are tasked to guard the area and be on lookout for the individual.
'Hmm..., it can't be him right...?' Phobos ponders, 'I better handle this...'
The other one is a request from a wood worker living northwest from Dravagan. It appears that the requester wanted someone strong, perhaps for labor work.
'I can handle this too, and maybe Dusk as well. But...'
Phobos can't shake off the feeling that the mysterious figure might be the assassin he fought the other day alongside Valon and Cronus.
"I guess it's decided then," Phobos says as he returns to the main entrance. Silver stirs awake as Phobos sits across him.
Both dragons sits in silence as Dusk comes out of his room with a towel on his neck, wiping his face. Gerald comes out from his room as well.
"Hello Phobos," Gerald greets as he and Dusk descend the stairs, "I assume you have a job for us?"
"Yeah," Phobos answers before scanning upstairs, "Where's Aurnat?"
"Right here," Aurnat says as he emerges from his room, wearing a casual outfit but not wearing his hat.
"Now that all of us are here, allow me to start briefing you at the meeting room," Phobos announces as he head to the room, "Silver, please stay here, all right?" Silver nods as Dusk, Aurnat, and Gerald enters the room.
Inside, Phobos is laying out the requests on the table. Noticing that they are here, Phobos begins his briefing.
"We have sightings of a mysterious figure on the Industrial Area. The task is a night patrol, I will handle this one." Aurnat, Gerald, and Dusk nods.
"The next one is from a worker northwest of here. They wanted someone strong, maybe for labor work. I hope you guys don't mind if I sent you there."
"The woodworker community?" Gerald asks, "It is odd for them to ask the Hunter's Guild since they rarely needs help for works like this."
"It is around eight hours of travel on foot from here, faster if flying, but it is still quite a distance. I wonder what's up?" Aurnat says.
"I'm sorry but the guild doesn't offer much details than what I have told you," Phobos says, "But the fact that they need help might hint of a serious trouble."
"Gerald and Dusk should be fine, but me?" Aurnat asks, "What if they actually meant physical work? "
"I doubt it," Phobos answers, "Most likely that they require help that a hunter can do, something like hunting a monster."
"That doesn't make me feel better," Aurnat comments.
"What about the other job?" Dusk asks.
"This is just my speculation, but this mysterious figure might be someone I have encountered before. I can't help but need to confirm this myself," Phobos says.
"Do you think that it might be him?" Aurnat ponders.
"Hmm? You have encountered him?" Phobos asks. Both Aurnat and Gerald nods while Dusk stares in confusion.
"I have to get a new blade because of him," Aurnat says, showing his saber.
"He almost killed my father," Gerald grits his teeth in anger.
"Don't be angry at an assassin, he is just following orders," Phobos says as he rolls up the request paper. He gives one to Aurnat, "Here, your request. You guys should get ready to head out immediately."
"Okay," Aurnat takes the paper, "What about you?"
"I'll take a nap," Phobos answers, "After all, I need to be awake for the night."
"So I believe this meeting is over now," Gerald says.
"It is," Phobos agrees, "Well then, good luck." He takes his request before exiting the room with the rest.
"Sorry to make you wait," Phobos says to Silver. Cross already wake up and now sitting beside Silver. Aurnat, Dusk, and Gerald each return to their respective room to prepare.
"It is all right," Silver says, "We should be thanking you for letting us be here."
Phobos nods as he sits across them. Aurnat, Dusk, and Gerald appears with Aurnat carrying a first aid box.
"We are heading out now!" Aurnat says as they exit the base.
"Be careful," Phobos says without turning around.
Three dragons sits together in silence. Despite showing a straight face, Phobos feels really awkward at this atmosphere. Cross looks down as he fidget with his hands. Silver remains quiet as he sits in silence.
Finally, Silver takes a deep breath before speaking, "All right, if you have any questions, I will answer as best as I can." Cross holds on to Silver tightly as Phobos tries to think up questions.
"Okay..., what exactly happened?" Phobos asks.
Silver shakes his head, "To be honest, we don't know."
Phobos raises an eye, "Huh?"
"When we woke up today, they are no longer there," Silver explains.
'So the question is why, not how,' Phobos thinks as he rubs his chin, 'I don't see any point asking this, might as well ask some background.'
"Okay, so another question," Phobos begins, "Did both of you have already in this profession for a long time?"
Silver shakes his head, "Yes, sort of."
"So how did you two met then?" Phobos continues to ask.
Silver winces in response, "About that..." Cross looks at Silver, as if waiting for something.
"Okay, never mind," Phobos suddenly says, "You don't want to say it, that is all right."
"No," Silver says, "It is a bit complicated."
"Silver...," Cross speaks up, "He...he found me."
"What!?" Phobos's eyes goes wide in shock.
Silver lowers his head, "It's been fifteen years since then."
'Fifteen years...,' Phobos muses. He continues to press on, "How?"
Cross looks at Silver as Silver himself looks away. "I... just found him."
"Care to elaborate?" Phobos continues.
"I was travelling alongside the merchant group when I found him, still a newborn," Silver explains, "I helped them in gathering information before opening our small store."
Phobos rubs his chin, 'It can't be that easy...'
He decides to wrap up the conversation, "I can see what is happening and I have decided that both of you can stay here for a while."
Silver gulps while Cross grips Silver's hand tightly. "Is it okay?" Cross asks.
"We still have rooms. At least those that don't have names on them," Phobos explains, pointing at one of the doors with a name on them.
Silver bows down, "Thank you very much." He tugs on Cross's arm, "Let's go." Both dragon head upstairs and enter one of the empty rooms, leaving Phobos alone downstairs.
'Hope Demios doesn't mind...,' Phobos muses as he head upstairs towards his room. Once inside, he proceeds to take a nap for the day.
"So where and when I need to deliver this?" Selene asks, looking at a pile of clothes beside her brother. Sol is busy sewing more clothes.
"Tonight at the Industrial," Sol answer without looking.
"Why would anyone wanted clothes to be delivered so late?" Selene asks while she examined the pile of clothes. Shirts of various colour with different designs each of them.
"Who knows, the customer wanted it like that." Sol drops the completed shirt into the pile.
"Fine, I'll do it," Selene says, "Just let me rest before deliver them."
"Okay."
Selene head upstairs while Sol continues in designing the shirts.
"I still don't understand why we aren't renting horses," Gerald complains as both he and Aurnat struggles to keep up with Dusk, although Aurnat fares better than Gerald.
"You two lacked exercise," Dusk answer as he slows down.
"I never traveled between places completely on foot!" Aurnat shouts.
"And what makes you think I can go anywhere easily!?" Gerald adds, shouting as well.
"Oh right," Dusk mutters, "I'll slow down, but we better find a good place to rest by night."
"If I wasn't wrong, there was a lake on the forest that also serves as a camping site," Gerald says, "The community should be close by then."
"Wait, the lake is a few hours walk from here, it can't be that close," Aurnat says.
"It is?" Gerald says, "Perhaps it is another lake?"
"The forest have two lakes?" Dusk questions.
"Maybe, I don't know either. Perhaps we should just continue moving on and see for ourselves," Aurnat says.
"Agreed," Gerald says as they continue the travel.
Hours later...,
Back at Dravagan, Phobos is now looking over his equipment in his room, starting from his armors, sword, and trident. Ensuring that everything is ready, he wears the armor over his clothes before sheathing the sword by his waist, and putting away the trident on his back. Exiting the room, Phobos sees Silver and Cross carrying a plate with foods on them. Both of them are heading towards the kitchen to eat dinner. Phobos leave the house as he heads towards the Industrial.
Black clouds hover above Dravagan as Phobos looks around. Citizens are heading back to their house, lamps begin to illuminate the streets, the air begins to feel cold. Phobos head towards Industrial.
Meanwhile, Selene also head towards Industrial, with two package of clothing in tow. She wears a jacket to protect herself from the cold, and to carry her wand to protect herself.
Once Phobos arrive in his destination, the first thing he does is head towards the water turbine. From up there, he examines the surrounding area from a platform. There aren't anyone suspicious in the area. Those who are here carries with them a lantern. The noise makes it difficult for Phobos to focus, but he manages.
At a distance from his location Selene is meeting up with a man that have been waiting for her.
"Ah, you must be here to deliver my orders, correct?" The man asks.
"Yes,"she answers, setting down the clothes, "twenty clothes."
"Thank you miss," the man picks up the package, "Well then, I bid you farewell." The man walks back to the Residential.
"Well then, I should go back too," Selene says before turning around.
When she pass through the generator, a knife fly past her, stopping her. In instinct, she takes out a small wand from her jacket. The knife nearly hit Phobos, surprising him. Looking down, he sees Selene on guard. He jump off from the platform just in time as someone sneak up behind her. Phobos slams the figure using his body, crushing him.
When Selene turns around, she sees Phobos sitting on an unconscious figure. Phobos raises a hand in greeting. Several workers come to check what's going on.
"You okay?" Phobos asks as the workers apprehend the figure.
"I am all right," Selene says.
"What are you doing here?"
"Delivery."
A worker approaches Phobos, "Thank you for your help. Here it is, your payment." He hands over a pouch which Phobos check the contents before nodding.
"May I ask what's going on?" Selene asks.
"Someone has been defacing the property around here, splashing the wall with paints," a worker explains.
"Uhh..., why?" Phobos asks, though he expect it to be a stupid answer.
"Who knows? Let the guild interrogate him," the same worker suggest.
"Well then, please sign this." Phobos gives the parchment which the worker signs before Phobos put it away.
"I will walk you home, let's go," Phobos says.
Selene nods as they begin to walk back.
As they reach Sun and Moon, a needle flies past between them.
"What the-"
Before anyone is able to react, Sol slams into Phobos sending him staggering a few steps.
"Brother!" Selene runs up towards Sol, checking for injuries.
"Take care of him," Phobos says before unsheathing his sword. He remains there as a small figure in a coat approaches. From his stature, it appears to be male. Phobos tenses up in anticipation for the man to attack. The figure draws two sword that he wield backhand, revealing white scales.
"A white dragon...?" Phobos mutters as he keeps his stance.
The dragon lunges forward, blade ready to strike. Phobos blocks the attack using his sword, pushing the assailant back.
Phobos puts a hand on his blade, concentrating before spinning. With a swing from his blade, an arc of wind surges through the dragon, piercing through the coat. A pair of thin wings spread out of the torn coat, he use the wings to balance himself, landing safely a few foot from Phobos.
Phobos notices that the dragon have three pairs of thin wings instead of a pair of wings that dragons usually has.
'Odd...,' Phobos mutters, 'No dragons could have wings like that.'
The dragon crouches down, readying both blade before running forward. Phobos swaps his sword for his trident. He reverse grip the trident, swinging it like a pole. The trident hit the dragon, staggering him. Phobos seizes the chance by holding the dragon by the throat, smacking both blades away for extra measure.
"Who sent you!?" Phobos demands.
The dragon still remain silent, he push both palm towards Phobos. A surge of wind is pushing him, throwing him off the dragon. The dragon quickly gathers both blade as Phobos lands on the ground. Before both of them is able to make a move, a bolt of ice pass through the dragon, wounding his scales.
Selene is standing with a small wand on her right hand. Readying another spell, she launches more ice which the dragon dodges while closing their distance.
Two needle hit the dragon's arm. Behind Selene, Sol wave his arm to the right. The string that is in the needle causes the dragon to swerve without control, crashing through the ground and snapping the strings.
Sol sighs, "I need to get stronger threads..."
A whistling sound can be heard across the area. The dragon stands up before disappearing.
"Damn! He escaped," Phobos grits his teeth in anger.
Now, all three of them are in front of the shop with Phobos examining the door.
"We can't even get some peace in here?" Sol says, sighing.
"It's getting dangerous these days," Selene says, remaining close to Sol.
"I have to report this to the guild tomorrow. At this condition, it isn't safe." Phobos notes down a few things in his mind.
"No choice, good thing I already have an extra lock," Sol says before muttering, "And the guild just fixed this for us..."
"Well then, stay safe," Phobos says before leaving them.
"Brother...," Selene whispers, shaking a bit.
"It will be all right," Sol comforts her, "Your big brother is here, there is no need to be afraid. Come on, let's get inside."
Both dragons enter the house. A few minutes later, Sol securely locks the door.
Meanwhile, Phobos is running back to the main base, worry fills him as rain begins to fall down.
'I hope those two are all right,' Phobos hopes.
Entering the base, the first thing he sees is a dragon on the stair. Phobos breath a sigh of relief when that dragon is Silver.
"Oh hello, what's wrong?" Silver asks.
Phobos locks the door and closes the curtains, "Keeping this place safe, why are you up late?"
"I just tuck the boy to sleep," Silver answer, "He is nothing but a kid in situation like these."
"He is still so young," Phobos mutters. 'Even way younger than my little brother...'
Silver descend the stairs, sitting on the sofa whule Phobos goes to his room to dry himself. A few minutes later, he descend the stair, no longer wet from the rain.
"Now that he is asleep, I can tell you a few more things," Silver says closing his eye.
"What kind of things?"
"Cross."
That word alone send chills to Phobos, there is something more than just what he told him earlier.
"You mean, you didn't found him?" Phobos asks.
"Nothing like that," Silver says, "It just that, he has been doing this journey his entire life."
"He must be looking for his parents," Phobos mutters.
"He really wants to know, why his parents abandoned him," Silver mutters before taking a deep breath, "and there is another thing."
"Yeah?"
"About the fact that I found him, I believe I should tell you a story regarding it," Silver mutters before he looks around. Phobos cocks his head in confusion before Silver breaths out a relief.
"Fifteen years ago," Silver begins, "I was foraging around when I saw a pair of dragons, carrying a basket. Curious, I call out to them. I don't know why, but they just throw the basket away and run. Inside that basket is a crying sound. That is Cross when I fidst found him."
"You didn't tell him that, why?" Phobos asks.
"I don't know how will he react. He believed that his parents is looking for him, which is why he travels. I don't know how he will react ahould he wvr found this out. But enough about this. Lee me tell you something else," Silver finishes, "You know, his hands is pretty fast for a kid."
"How fast?" Phobos asks.
"I can show you," Cross suddenly speaks up behind Phobos.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" Both Phobos and Silver scream in shock.
"W-W-Where did you come from!?" Phobos asks, hands on his chest, trying to calm himself down.
"I was here just now," Cross admits.
"How much did you hear?" Silver asks, also trying to calm himself down.
"Something about how fast my hands are," Cross admits.
"Okay, so how fast?" Phobos asks, calming down.
"Hold on." Silver runs back to his room. He comes out with an odd looking bow, a quiver filled with arrows, and a target board. He set up the board on a wall by the meeting room before loading an unsual looking arrow to the bow.
"That bow is a crossbow, the ammunition is a bolt. I have no idea where they come from," Silver says, "He has been crafting the ammunition himself."
"Crafting stuff like that since that age? Then that bomb is his creation too?" Phobos asks.
"Perhaps. He got himself some explosives after some trading before then," Silver says.
"Who in their mind would give a kid an explosives to play with?" Phobos mutters.
"Okay, I am ready," Cross says.
Phobos nods as he watches. Cross starts by pulling the trigger on the bow. The bolt hit the target board left from the center. Phobos's eyes widen when he sees Cross begin to reload the bow and shoot them with such speed. After three second, Cross stops, already runs out of ammo.
When Phobos looks at the result, Cross has missed the board at about half of his shooting.
"Wow, you are fast, but lack accuracy," Phobos comments.
"Everyone keeps saying the same thing," Cross pouts.
"There there," Silver consoles him.
"Okay, let me tidy these up." Phobos begin to pluck off the bolt out of the wall and board and gather them in a pile. Cross and Silver head upstairs to sleep as Phobos looks at the holes created by the bolts.
"How am I gonna fix this...?" He mutters, "I'll think about it tommorow." He head upstairs to sleep for the day.
"What happened here?" Aurnat looks around in horror.
Three of them are scouting the area of what seems to be the woodworker community. Houses around them have been reduced to ash. Rain is still pouring around the area. The flames seems to have died recently.
"Hello!?" Gerald calls out, "Anyone here!?" There is no response.
"Anyone!?" Aurnat calls out.
"Wait," Dusk says, "Listen, someone is here."
Aurnat sniffs the air, "Blood."
Gerald points ahead, "Over there!"
A stout white dragon is clutching his waist. Blood is seeping out from his wound. The dragon struggles to move while trying to stop the bleeding. Aurnat quickly takes out the first aid kit as Gerald catch him and lay him down.
"Who could have done this..?" Dusk mutters as Aurnat desperately tries to patch the dragon up.
"We need shelter! Gerald, Dusk, take out the tent, now!" Aurnat orders.
Gerald and Dusk quickly set up the tent in the middle of the area. Gerald helps Aurnat carrying the dragon inside as they wait for the rain to pass.
"How is he?" Dusk asks.
"I have stopped the bleeding for now," Aurnat tells them.
"Just what is happening in here?" Gerald ponders.
"We should stay close, it is dangerous," Dusk says.
"I will rest for the day," Aurnat says as he lay on the mat.
"We should too," Gerald says as they head off to sleep.
Night at the coliseum is always quiet. Today is no different as the guard stand by for their night shift. Valon is currently looking over his blades. Fighting like this doesn't grant him freedom, but it does grant him fame and luxury, not that it is any different compared to his previous situation.
Sounds coming from outside his cell catches his attention. He can hear someone walking by, and then silence. He grabs both blade, waiting for whatever it is to make it's move.
When nothing comes up, he set the blade down. Only for someone to enter the room. His eyes goes wide when he sees the figure. It is Verion, dusting off his clothes.
"What are you doing here?" Valon asks his brother.
"I'm here to bring you out," Verion replies, smiling.
"But how?" Valon asks. He doesn't understand what is happening.
"I wanted to do this sooner, but they told me to wait. Now, they told me now is the time," Verion explains as Valon sheathe both blades.
"...There is something I need to know," Valon says, "Have you ever met anyone under the name of Falux?"
"Falux? No, why?" Verion answers.
"He was ordered to eliminate me," Valon answers back, which surprise his brother, "All he said that he was sent to eliminate anyone related to The Reaper."
Verion goes silent, he never heard of this before.
"Then why don't we ask him ourselves?" He suggests, "But wait for a bit all right? I was told not to return immidiately and let your escape news cool down a bit. We should hide away for now."
Valon closes his eye to think for a few second. "Fine," he mutters.
"All right, let's go. The guard will wake up soon," Verion says before exiting the place with Valon follows behind him. He also ensures that his disappearance won't be noticed until someone checks it out. Both dragons quickly exit the building without anyone noticing them.
The first thing that Phobos does after he wakes up is heading to the guild to turn in the quest, and to report about the attack yesterday.
First order of business will be checking out request board as usual. Then again, despite having a lot of money from his bet the other day, checking out request board has become a habit for him.
After that, he takes a look on the news board before doing anything. There are a lot of people murmuring about the news. When he checks it out, the first news immediately catch his attention.
A prisoner has escaped from the coliseum last night. The guards were knocked out during the incident. It also tells the civilians to be wary as the prisoner is still at large.
'Hmm..., they avoid mentioning names. It can't be...' Phobos ponders before shaking his head, 'I hope it wasn't true.'
"I should check them up first," he mutters before heading towards Sun and Moon.
Sol and Selene are now standing outside their home. Packages of clothes and equipment are around them. Officials from the guild are checking the shop.
"Hello," Phobos greets, "How is it?"
"Not much," Sol admits.
"We were thinking about moving out," Selene admits.
"Is it truly that bad?" Phobos asks. He knows Dravagan isn't really on their safest time right now, but to think it could drive someone like this...
"We are also told to give you this," Sol hands over a letter and a heavy sack towards Phobos.
Inside which is a direct request from the guild master to take care of both of them.
'I knew it,' Phobos inwardly face palm before reading an extra section.
Written here,
'P.S. Extra deposit of a thousand Dracoins for the taking care of my son. Thank you very much for your assistance.
Signed,
Guildmaster of Dravagan.'
Phobos put away the letter as he carry the Dracoin filled sack.
"Well then both of you, come with me," Phobos beckons.
Both Selene and Sol carry their stuff as they follow Phobos back to the main base.
"Whoa...," Sol mutter in disbelief.
"It is still a big place all right," Selene says in wonder.
"I'll keep this short, any room that doesn't have a name tag means free room. All rooms is upstairs, kitchen is to the right, ahead is workshop, and left is meeting room. Sorry for this, but I need to head somewhere." Phobos head towards the main entrance after he finishes explaining all that.
Sol and Selene enters the room to see Silver and Cross reading a book on the couch.
When Phobos reach the entrance, the first thing he sees is Gerald carrying an injured white dragon on his back.
"What happened!?" Phobos asks.
"The community, they are annihilated," Aurnat whispers.
"WHAT!?" Phobos shouts.
"He is the only one we managed to found after all that," Dusk explains.
"We already treat him, but he is still unconscious," Gerald adds.
"Go back to the base, we have several extra people living there. Selene can help," Phobos orders.
"Selene? As in the one from Sun and Moon? What happened?" Aurnat asks.
"It's a long story. You guys better go now," Phobos says.
All three of them nods before heading back towards the base. Phobos remain standing there, waiting for the expedition team to return. A figure from the distance catches his attention.
"Oh, there they are," Phobos says as he looks at the incoming group. He squints his eye to get a better look, "Hold on..., what the...?" Upon closer look, most members have bandages all over their body. All of them have a grim look on their face.
"That can't be good..." Phobos becomes uneasy as they lands outside Dravagan.
To be continued...