[ ~ Interlude • Start ~ ]
{ Location: Northwestern Part Of The Continent }
{ At the same time when Kayblis forced himself off the heavily weakened seal... }
Kkulf Kkulf had forced itself to slumber for decades, in an effort to halt the curse "he" created to it. It does not want to kill its own kind, especially when they have reached up to tens of millions at this very moment.
One of it's tumors, who had grown sentient and now had a mind of it's own over the determination of Kkulf Kkulf's own subconscious will of wanting to see a certain friend after hundreds of years, had felt something on the far distance.
"... Kay...blis...?" She spoke, glancing at the direction where Kayblis was, and then looked at the main body which was completely asleep.
New emotions began to bubble up inside her, strange feelings, and strangely enough, she became more and more conscious about herself.
She wants to be separated, so that she could meet him again, and that was what she is doing right now.
Normally, Kkulf Kkulf was complete control over its own body, now, a part of it was starting to rip itself out.
The tumor shrieked as it kept trying to pull itself out, and after hours of doing so, she was successful.
Yet, she fell down to the ground, however that wasn't even enough to hurt the woman who had ripped itself out of Kkulf Kkulf's body and started becoming an independent existence.
She was like a fetus having her own cord cut off after birth, and was already growing up quickly, crawling on all fours towards the direction Kayblis was with her extremely long hair that almost rivaled a certain Demon King from an alternate timeline, being dragged on the grass filled ground.
Minutes passed, and she was already walking forward, and this movement was a little faster than simply crawling.
Her skin was absurdly pale, while her long, hair that barely covered her private parts had grazed the ground frequently. Although she has a malnourished body, that does not hinder her once.
She does not have a name. Yet she hopes Kayblis would give her a name once they meet once again.
The woman is on a weeks-long journey to reunite with Kayblis. Though... unexpected events would happen while she moves to find him.
A single fact can also be applied to her, too.
She's technically also Kkulf Kkulf yet much much weaker, but she shouldn't really be underestimated at all.
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At far northeast outside Eikoln and Dracorell's Area of Responsibility...
Sifrit approached a settlement with a few Dragon Kalars following him closely. He didn't really mind them around, now that they have believed that he's the one who saved them even though he only helped.
He grumbled once he arrived at the said settlement, as a few guards block his path.
"No outsiders allowed under the orders of our lady." One of the guards spoke sternly, yet Sifrit did not flinch or even follow.
"I have important business to talk with her in private, stand aside or talk to my hand." Sifrit threatened with a cold voice while raising one of his hands and clenching it, making the guards flinch.
And then, a tall draconic woman approached the group with the guards noticing her presence and silently standing aside.
"I was wandering around the town in boredom, and I meet you again after a decade, Abyss Dragon." She spoke, with venom on her tone. This woman also glared at Sifrit and clenched her fists.
"Camilla, we need to talk about important things in private." Sifrit spoke, making the woman, now named Camilla calm down for a moment.
This Camilla had long blue hair, a pair of horns, and a part of draconic wings. She wore a two-piece leotard, knee high boots, and a white cape. It could be said that she is the most beautiful dragon on the entire continent, so much so that she was completely prideful about her beauty.
This Camilla, unlike her original counterpart(s), was mildly different in origin. She was the daughter of the Dark Dragon King Avel instead of the creation of one of the Three Supreme Gods.
"Fine... let me hear it."
A brief explanation later...
Camilla was silent.
"..."
The Dragon Kalars were tense, as if something bad might happen soon, and Sifrit was expecting another response.
"If you're not gonna respond, then I'll be on my way to my residency at Trinity. Farewell for now." He spoke, turning his back towards Camilla and leaving.
"Lord Sifrit? Who was that woman?" A pink haired Dragon Kalar asked curiously.
"Just a delinquent trying her best to try and lead an army without much experience. I'll soon return to assist Eikoln once more, after all I don't like to see you all hurt in the battlefield." He replied, grunting slightly.
When they were all away, Camilla gritted her teeth.
"Our lady! Are you alright?"
"... Yes. Just trying to absorb the information I gained from the Abyss Dragon." She replied to a guard while in a doze.
Sifrit also mentioned someone named Kayblis who is on Eikoln Empire. Maybe she could gain help from him or his empire in overthrowing her father?
She had that decided right now, that they needed help, because her father was the literal strongest being in the continent. If she had known about the Demon King who had slumbered for many decades, she would have thought that Avel was only second to Kkulf Kkulf
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Somewhere inside the shadows of Dracorell, a group of hooded figures, led by a young, hooded person sat on a round table.
Their hands were resting at the surface of the table, conversing with each other as if they were allies.
Until, something important had to be discussed.
"We need to begin revolutionizing this kingdom, into a kingdom where only Lis live. That is the only thing our Lord, Kayblis wanted right?" A hooded, old man said, bringing all the attention towards him. aww
"Of course, that is why we have prepared all we have in the past decade, convincing millions of our loyal allies to conspire with us in bringing true order. With our Lord's help, we can achieve it sooner than we expect!" Their leader proclaimed, standing up and raising both his hands while spreading them up on the air.
Seeing this, the ones sitting around the table stood up and applauded.
"Inform everyone! Every single one of our allies! Tell them to execute "Order 66"! Our new era is beginning!"
"Of course!"
And with that, more chaos would begin to take over Dracorell.
[ ~ TO • BE • CONTINUED ~ ]