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Chapter 31: A pair of great dragons guiding the young one
Turning and going through a large entrance, the three dragons enter a big room with a flat ground and no furniture, only markings of distinct colours that draw regular shapes of different sizes.
Staying still at the center of a purple circle, the great dragon looks around the room, his eyes following the many lines while he wonders about the best way to attain his goal, to examine the young one's odd sight...
- "Yvelqes, ythe wuteri. Cuxt, lieju ythe surh almu lihotu prita yl gystos?" Says Xamirh, now looking both at the dragoness and the little one, in position with his observing stance.
Hearing that, Akhanta lays down and stares at the Darkstalker, her giant head having a kind expression with hints of doubt.
- "Lieju uthu surh masne?"
To her words, the nightwing nods, easily pushing his uncertainty aside, even with the yellow eyes of the great one on him. Xamirh has not been someone the seer really feared recently, as he seems to take his needs more in consideration, his mind showing some restrain over what he wants to do with him.
What restrains him? He does not know, but judging by how new thoughts quickly come against others when the yellow giant looks at him, Xamirh seems to be more "careful" for him...
- "Ofemyl ythe muvol okutes to ejtuni thotias oxon kes myfushu." Says the great dragons, thinking of the little one's senses.
Agreeing, the great dragoness lays down in front of the nightwing, extending her huge talon to reach him. Pointing at the bands covering his front talon, Akhanta only gets the young one frowning in incomprehension. So after a moment and to his surprise, the dragoness starts to rub the piece of fabric with her big claw.
Now understanding her intent, Darkstalker wears off his talon bands.
Taking one with her large claws, the dark blue giant passes it behind his head before closing the fabric, making it circle around his head. Now that it is done, the dragoness moves the piece down until it covers the nightwing's eyes.
The young one was about to push it up when she intervenes, stopping his paw with a gentle claw.
Making an opposing face for a moment, the nightwing ends his resistance, understanding they ask of him to have his eyes covered.
Standing still, the little one tries not to resist when the paw of the caring entity takes his second band and folds it just below his head, not so far from the dark green dress that covers him, before pushing it until it covers an area including his ears…
Now having two of his senses blocked, Darkstalker focuses on the mind of others and the feeling of essences to not be lost like an ordinary dragon would.
Laying down her giant talon for his mental comfort, Akhanta turns to her kin, her expression and thoughts ones of a dragon being ready.
- "Aquj ythe tunis yafin." Says simply Xamirh, his tone refined but also curious while he stands up.
Leaving the room with steady steps, the yellow giant leaves his kin with the little nightwing, his mind calm but becoming more distant…
First suspicious of the great one's action, the young one lets that feeling fade away as he focuses on Akhanta, her mind giving him all these thoughts and pictures to watch, colouring the black sheet he sees and erasing the silence he should be in.
Laying partially on her talon, Darkstalker lets that mind be more of the outside world than anything else, with the dragoness' thoughts of him filling most of the canvas... Though the great dragoness sees his overall body and colourful essences the most, he once again realizes how much she can gaze upon his every details when she wants to, tracking every wounds or even scratches on his black scales tainted by blue.
Or staring at his horns, both the pair of twisted ones and the new pair growing, imagining what they will look like once the little one grows enough to be more of a great dragon…
His skin could be covered in polish and perfect scales, with his dark ones embracing his icy ones like night would embrace winter. They could be as hard as diamond, stopping almost anything from tearing an opening into his flesh, but also never break and shatter like all gems do, remaining flexible enough to allow him any movement.
His wings could grow into giant and powerful veils best representing the night, not the pitch black ones and its many stars, but the dark blue one when the sun has set, when its light still reach the clouds and colours them. They could bring him to the highest heights and remain flawless, infused by his very essences flowing inside them in harmony, and fixing any hole in the divine sheets should they be pierced.
His talons could develop into living pillars supporting him, able to move entire hills if he must and bringing him to the end of the world should he possess the will to do it. They could stand any surface under them, crush or land on almost every earth in the most brutal manner, and still be intact. But their skin could also feel what it touches, reminding the great dragon that he is a living being above all else.
His tail could become a magnificent trail as he moves through the sky, bearing blooming motifs like a grand flower or tree arriving at maturity. It could slither wonderfully, move with grace and possess such strength no one would dare to confront that without guarding with both talons.
And his head could be crowned with his noble horns, the energy flowing there revealing the mystical markings should he call on the power he has in him.
As for his heart, it could truly hatch into its very core, tightly connecting to everything both in blood and essences, regulating the sea of power and the light of his sun so each and every part of his being could live at its best. And with such a strong and regular beating happening inside of him, guiding the tremendous power inside of him…
He could hear that melody for eternity, both when at peace and at war.
But that is not what the Akhanta focuses on the most when she stares at him, not yet… For now, what really matters is the little one's health of both his mind and body.
Negative thoughts about his potentially bad state are of course not what occupy the dragoness' mind now, but amongst the many parts of her mind, there is a corner hidden or deeper but still linked like a shadow to the main thoughts of her.
In that corner, the seer can observe a remaining worry, one that is very weak, eclipsed by the dragoness gazing at his form, seeing him doing good, adapting quickly and trusting her.
Fuelled by the recent memories of the terrible things that happened to him since he arrived, and of the hatred and madness she had seen in him, that part of her mind is still enough to make the nightwing wonder and regret.
It wouldn't be surprising if she saw me as a burden sometimes. I tried to harm her kins and herself after all. It would be inappropriate of me to think she values me above the ones she lived with for so long...
Refocusing on brighter thoughts and feelings, Darkstalker feels a distant but darker atmosphere setting in, and soon pictures and emotions stranger to him enter his sight.
Despite his reluctance to listen to that new mind bearing intense memories involving darker elements like the red of blood and desperation against the end, a part of the seer is drawn to it, always curious no matter what, and the fact he recognizes that new mind is Xamirh's one only strengthens that desire.
Seeing the little one's beating suddenly accelerating, his body twitching and his head turning slightly, Akhanta lifts her talon a bit, making him face her instead of the wall behind which her kin is. Lowering her head until she is touching the nightwing's snout with her own, warming him with her breath, the great dragoness makes sure as she gazes intensely into the little one that he sees her in mind first…
Staying with both mind and body in direct contact with her own, silently taking from… everything as he lets the caring entity be that close to himself, the young one is nonetheless still attracted to the distant and darker mind. And after a moment, he decides to take one step toward it, moving to the side of Akhanta's talon under her watch.
Realizing by how Darkstalker moves around that he wants to join her kin, the great dragoness makes a step of her own, following with her giant body the little one and keeping her presence strong in his mind.
Walking slowly but steadily toward the hidden great dragon, both helped by the sight of his essences and the growing presence of his many thoughts, the nightwing progresses on the stone floor, hesitating at each step for fear of tripping and of the negative feelings that radiates from the still distant mind.
But with Akhanta at his side, the young one maintains his pace, the sudden holes in his will to continue quickly filled with the support of her affectionate mind. And so, both dragons reach the end of the room without difficulty.
Now touching the wall, the little one learns he can go forward no more, and so stands up to push doors he thinks are right before him. A few seconds pass, and nothing happened as there is no door, and so the dark blue dragoness has to push him aside a bit, to make him follow her as she leaves the room...
As the final steps are made to close the distance between the seer and the great dragon, the little one finds himself circled by the caring dragoness who extends a paw to him. Touching the bands covering his face with a single claw, the draconic giant pushes them aside, allowing him to see and hear again.
Gazing instantly upon the dark blue eyes of Akhanta, Darkstalker remains still for a moment, his focus bringing her mind close enough it makes the one behind quieter.
- "Cuxt uthu hute surik sif yth…"
The yellow giant takes one big step forward, leaning his head to the nightwing before rising it, facing his kin with a mind no longer showing the darkness of a past, but questions.
"Ythe muka ythetias xetiso, astutomer ifors sif olp?" Says Xamirh, his voice neutral as he does not leave the young one out of his sight.
- "Lieju uthu hute ojtea sif surh romnuten u toij?" Replies the dragoness, waiting to have her doubt confirmed.
The great one nods, casting a quick glance at the young one which only makes him more curious. But putting that feeling aside, the yellow kin speaks again in a tone of importance.
- "Oij romnuten tho hute surh? Oij tho hute turep kes usholp?"
- "Tho oulnav omus yth prita ugimte kes tho hute fuste yl retuhiun masne tosmyl yth hute ifyat tho surik sif uthu." Answers Akhanta, now knowing why the nightwing behaved like he did.
Xamirh looks away for a moment, reflecting on the answer he got, and after a moment turns his head to Darkstalker, extending a talon to him before retracting it quickly and looking back at his partner.
- "Yihe iole ajek heij hute sitrilm… Lieju yth linf gystis aftomer muvol ofemyl?"
To his question, the great dragoness nods in agreement, and so the kin's mind begins to shift, looking back at old memories of a conflict...
A distant fire illuminate the capital as soldiers from all sides are having a brutal confrontation, one whose violence can be fully heard by any dragon in the range of a few buildings. But that is not where Xamirh is.
Looking from the height of a tower near the Palace that reigns over the capital and by extension the entire Kingdom, or so it was before, the yellow dragon waits there, staring at the greatest buildings and its habitants that are now moving quicker, their pace that of more stressful individuals, but likely still thinking of being in control of the situation, that maybe their new problem is not one that will overwhelm them...
'Ythias ylfuderu, uthue hute eiagyst aljaln… Iole surh mylmyl Zue jetukar prita almu ust iole.'
With his body covered by the polished armour of a worthy alloy, its pieces light but solid and sharp, the yellow leader unleashes his wings and roars for both the ones who stand at his side and those against.
"Yl Anatasra surh ofemyl!"
As the words of Xamirh are heard across the center of the capital, hundreds of dragons, covered in metal and holding tools made to cut through scales and reach flesh, or to bend it mercilessly, ascend to the sky, staring at the ones who oppose them with disgust and rage…
Soon, the street between the palace and the tower is filled with the noises of wings flapping, of the scream of the attackers and defenders, and of countless blows scratching steal and shedding blood…
Having done what he had to, the yellow dragon turns away from the balcony, walking away and descending slowly but steadily the stairs followed by his three guards, keeping his mind focused about the key role he will had to fulfil.
Of the special operation that will start once his forces slam against the entrance of the royal building and taint its walls…
Observing the little one, Xamirh confirms his doubts as that memory of his fade from his mind, leaving the small seer snapping back to reality.
- "Cuxt Darkstalker tunis tefiku zikos ythetias zikosenu ejurhun. Zait iole tetrumi, th ealcof surh sulma sif escup yl mura oknytu ust ythetias kumista kes iute." Says the ancient dragon, concluding about the little one from his last reaction and suggesting something of importance.
To that, Akhanta is thrown deep in thoughts, not looking at anything for a moment as she thinks of the young one and his mind, and of what to do with… something.
Are you trying to protect me? From what?
Finding the disappearance of Xamirh's resurging memories quite abrupt and seeing that they may be learning he is a mind-reader, the nightwing continues to stare at the great dragon, who seems to ignore him for the moment...
- "Prita ofemyl, ythe tunis ghyt iole, tefiku snuveo tho nolmytu kalup amijuhones tsekat." Replies the dragoness, slightly uneasy as she reminds herself of how much the young one suffered even after being brought into their house and blessed on the Altar.
- "Gynhimiun." Says simply Xamirh, nodding in understanding of his kin.
Casting a quick glance at the young one, the great dragoness turns, preparing to go once again while he stays at her side, following her thoughts to learn more about the one he likes to be around.
- "Yth kolmet ythe emruti tho sif u dezfue ikus yl jteqimune ozeim." Tells Akhanta to her yellow partner.
And so the pair of great dragons and the nightwing start their new march through the titanic house, with the yellow giant staying a bit more distant from his kin and the little one despite looking at the first fairly often…
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Strange how Xamirh tries to keep some distance with me, when he was so curious about me and my mind…
Focusing more on him than on the dragoness at his side, the seer only spots thoughts that are more mundane and relaxed, despite the yellow ancient always having a corner of his mind thinking of important elements like the essences, the great crystal, the "moon" and a few others things, all linked like he was planning something with all of these.
Is he doing a break from what he planned? Really?
At first, Darkstalker finds it hard to believe such a dragon would slow down his plan, let alone halt it. But the more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense.
The last things we've done were mundane or at least not directly important, be it with Azykan or Xamirh. And I could tell they were for these moment far less stressed and more doing their own thing, even laughing…
Maybe Akhanta had convinced them to halt things a bit, or maybe they aren't in a hurry like I thought. But then why would they sacrifice me on the altar as soon as they could? Was it the only part of their scheme that necessitated to be done quickly?
Realizing after a long moment that the answer to that will come later, the seer starts to speculate on something that still gets his attention…
So Xamirh led an army to attack royalty? What was that rebellion for?
To these questions, the young one quickly remembers one of the few facts he knows about this world, even if it is still difficult for him to truly comprehend.
If that realm is dead, then whatever threat it had consumed it. Maybe Xamirh and his group thought whoever led the kingdom wasn't doing good enough in time of crisis… But the world is ruined, and I doubt the great dragon fought to drive the dragon kingdom to its demise, so maybe he did take control of it… or not.
Perhaps it didn't matter, perhaps the threat that this world faced was too much, or at least far greater than its civilization…
Darkstalker freezes for an instant, the thought of his tribe facing a threat far beyond it crossing his mind, before calming down and putting the idea in perspective. Casting a quick glance at the great dragons, the nightwing resumes his train of thoughts.
He has lost, but the Five are still living well compared to their lands, so Xamirh hasn't failed completely… Good, that means whatever thing ruined their realm was not absolute and impossible to defeat, just extremely overwhelming.
The young one sighs in relief.
In that case, I must learn from these great dragons and their world's past and present so the night kingdom and Pyrrhia won't fall to whatever could destroy them in the future. That's why I should be king when I come back, no royal today has my will, my power, my wit and the knowledge of the other worlds' existence…
The tribes still fight against each others for the lands of our continent when so much more exist... I must put an end to that or else we will live the same way for millennia until, maybe, our world die if we aren't strong and united enough…
...
I guess there is one thing I can agree with you more than anything else Vigilance, bringing magic to our tribe was necessary, the next step of our development.
As for the icewings, they refuse to go further. Magic had blessed them again and again, but what they do with it is naught compared to what they could do with that power. They could have won the war against us, but they did not. Maybe they are too restrictive, or maybe royalty often keeps its spells and enchantments a secret to stay on the throne…
And yet, none of these queens and kings, princes and princesses thought of becoming immortal, or even just increase their lifespan and health so they life aren't too short for their supposed highness…
Pathetic.
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Going through the last corridor, the two great dragons and the nightwing passes near a grand entrance with Ankonalmirh facing the watcher, eyes closed, reminding the little one of a similar entrance when he entered a "training" room. And continuing to walk for a moment, they arrives at a smaller but nonetheless sufficient door.
Marked by the picture of two younger dragons facing each others, the first holding a flame circled by glyphs and the second wielding a long but simple staff, that door is made of hardened wood, harder and heavier than one would expect as Xamirh pushes it with relative ease.
Finally, a door I can open…
Entering inside for the first time, the young one gazes upon numerous shelves at the end of the room while both sides possess evenly separated beds, each of these having a small table, a shelf and an adapted pool nearby.
Looking up, Darkstalker realizes with pleasant surprises that the ceiling is painted, depicting the dragon god curled and surrounded by dragons both old and young, with the ones standing up wearing armour and each holding a unique staff.
Laying down her lower half, the great dragoness stops the nightwing while Xamirh makes a few more steps before turning back.
Settling around the nearest bed, which is crudely made by a wooden surface covered by a thick sheet of what appears to be wool, the young one still looking like a princess with his dress stares back at Akhanta, unsure and waiting.
Grinning a little at him, the dark blue giant leans her head and points at the bed while the yellow kin watches the both of them.
Turning towards it and approaching, the little one puts a talon on the brown surface before climbing on it. Once there, the nightwing grabs the edge of the white "fabric", analysing it by the feelings it gives between his claw.
Not the softest nor the most solid of fabric, but it is good enough.
- "Uthu tunis eusho zaij."
To the world of the dragoness, Darkstalker descends from bed to be greeted by the giant doing her best to open the nearest shelf. While such furniture is a bit too small for a great dragon or dragoness, it is fairly big for a young one like the nightwing who has to use some of his real strength to open it.
Looking inside, the young one finds some crystals, a few tools like a great spoon and a large bucket, and pieces of leather that are no longer worth wearing. But while the little one has trouble finding what to do with that, Akhanta gently forces him to step aside so she can take a crude gem in her big paw.
Now having it, the giant stares at the shiny stone for a moment, rotating it a few times to observe all of its sides. Concluding the crystal is not satisfying enough, the great one crushes it in her claws before reforming it with some of her essences. Then, she extends her talon and crushes it again, but this time over the pool filled with water, where she lets the purple dust fall.
Returning to the nightwing, the great dragoness now touches the spoon with her claw to indicate something. Not even needing to see her mind to know what she wants, Darkstalker takes the large, heavy tool and moves to the pool, stepping on the bed to be able to plunge the orange and pink object in the water.
"Icelte th." Orders the dragoness.
Understanding the concept behind her words, the little one turns the spoon many times so the mineral dust can completely dissolve and enrich the water…
Seeing the mixture having now a purple taint and spotting no more chunk floating, the nightwing puts down the tool under the watch of the great dragoness, whose mind seems pleased enough, even if it starts to annoy Darkstalker.
Dear dragoness, I know you want to take care of me and see me progressively as your own child or very young pupil, but I am not a hatchling, so no need to see me as such.
"Jykon, ofemyl uthu tunis solmaw th." Says Akhanta, now a bit closer to him.
The nightwing hesitates as he sees from her mind what she wants him to do. Looking back at the open shelf, he seeks something that could allow him to take some of the mixture he prepared…
As the claws of a giant's paw surround him, the little one is brought closer to the pool, where he turns to look at her, unsure with his his empty claws. Thinking better than to tell some words, the giant dragoness puts two claws just behind his head and pushes it toward the water, making the nightwing's snout as close as she can to the liquid in an instant.
Rising his head by reflex, the young one stares back at her, embarrassed and annoyed by the gesture, but seeing his feelings do not get him anywhere, Darkstalker calms down before finally looking back at the enriched water.
Wishing for a recipient but knowing such comfort is beyond his reach for now, the young one leans his head and drinks...
Not so bad, but still having that strong taste. If a few more ingredients could be added like the last meal, that could have been good to drink...
Having finished and regaining his stance, the nightwing is surprised by no longer seeing Xamirh near him. Looking around, he spots the yellow giant again, this time reading some scrolls from the shelves at the back of the room. Curious, the young one jumps down from the bed, casting a quick glance at dark blue dragoness before looking back at her kin.
Seeing his curiosity, Akhanta walks forward, the little one immediately following while the great dragon is still focused on his scroll, thinking of what this place used to be. And diving into his mind as he approaches him, the seer senses only a lack of nostalgia and detached feelings...
Putting down his scroll, Xamirh looks up to face his kin followed by the little one, and focusing on the first but still in a more relaxed mood, the great one has some words to tell.
- "Yth ghyt heia hefum iole egado surh jykon wulen prita yl toijyl, th obemi aftomer."
- "Uthu surh smena, ikul yth tunis enubi iole prita ofemyl." Replies the dragoness with confidence.
- "Oij?" Asks the yellow dragon, genuinely curious.
To his question, the great dragoness goes to a bed which looks far too small for her, then takes out its sheet crudely with her giant paw before laying it down near another bed with a fabric. And before her kin can speak once more, she calls out the little one.
- "Darkstalker, surik."
Joining Akhanta, the nightwing is immediately grabbed by the draconic giant and quickly put on the bedsheet. Left momentarily stunned by her action, the young one barely gets the time to question what happened when a second sheet is almost dropped over him.
- "Akhanta?"
Seeing the little one is still unsure about her quick way to make the place more comfortable for him, the great dragoness thinks for moment before an idea struck her mind when she looks at Xamirh.
Almost running to come at him, the dark blue giant continues to surprise the other as she takes some tablets and pulls out a few scrolls. Reading them, the dragoness thinks for a moment, hesitating about their utility before she finally grabs them as well.
Coming back, Akhanta lays down the tablets on the table at the bed's side, all under the watch of a confused little one. But realizing there isn't enough space on it for all her scrolls, the dark blue giant takes another table from the second nearest bed and sticks it to that of the first one, all the while making some awful noises that forces Darkstalker to cover his ears.
Approaching slowly, Xamirh is still doubtful of his kin's efforts as he still sees a young one not really at ease where he stands.
- "Moneist uthutias kanen, yth surh pemku heia geska yl toijyl surh amijuhones tsekat."
Saying this, the yellow giant leans closer to the bed. A moment later, the nightwing jumps down from it, silently coming closer to him with a neutral expression.
- "Th eiuf pyteya surh wulen, oje iole ajek oje tho eiuf toeik sylis u jteqimune lupeosh." Replies the dragoness while casting a quick glance at the young one and thinking of the large training room he came to a few times before.
- "Kes uthu kasarh sif jteqim tho ofemyl?" Says Xamirh in return, slightly surprised.
His kin nods, and he sees no reason to oppose her, so the pair of great dragons starts to leave the room, making sign for Darkstalker to follow…
Pushing the two large doors together, the two giants enter into the unique room full of space and crystals adding to its mystical ambiance, with Xamirh having a more formal stance while Akhanta is more eager to test the young one no matter the way.
Halting at the beginning of the room, the two kins depart and create some distance between them before settling, lowering the second half of their body to still watch their new pupil from above as they face him and each of other.
Unsure, the nightwing stays in the middle of the two great dragons, looking back and forth between them until…
- "Uthu tunis moxon oem yth. Yth eiuf vecik uthu heij uthu eiuf moneos sif ghyt." Says Akhanta, her voice louder but still supportive as she thinks of him doing simple exercises.
Pointing her paw at the ground and creating a constant spark from her power, the great dragoness has only one word to say.
"Ignum!"
Getting the order, the nightwing acts quickly and goes to the spot all in one jumps.
Seeing the spark moving away, he hastily reaches it again… and again…
Stopping for a moment, the little one takes a break, feeling his clothes starting to be irritating.
That dress is starting to get in my way, I should probabl-
Pang!
The young one jumps back immediately, the bright detonation triggering his instinct. Looking around, he realizes it is the yellow giant who did this.
- "Heij ajek uthu feshur ghyt? Ythe surh zult oem yl crumesen." Asks the great dragoness, confused about her kin's last action.
- "Ko, ikul yl jteqimune surh alj-alinmyl,istek, yth heia surh misyt Darkstalker jyker fushur ashek empik oje u ivulnym." Answers Xamirh, sounding almost bored as he remembers the nightwing's rash and brutal actions.
Standing up, the yellow kin extends his aura as he awakes more of his essences, and stares straight into the little one before looking back at the dragoness, his expression now far more serious.
"Yth kenib tho surh sidern ust alest kalup, uthu almu hute vecik yth azeiw heij tho hute ghyt."
To his words, Akhanta faces him with hints of hostility, her large tail curling around the smaller one, before that sudden feeling fades away.
- "Uthu surh smena, ikul th ajek sulma iole yl toijyl surh ugimteiun, kes yth eiuf zaven iole stune prita ofemyl." Says the great dragoness before turning away with the nightwing following...
Settling farther in the room, under the watchful eyes of the other kin, the dark blue giant turns to Darkstalker, who seems to want something.
- "Akhanta, yth…"
Running out of words, the young one grabs the edge of his dress, showing he wants to take it off. To her agreement, the nightwing wears off the dark green fabric, as well as his back talons bands and even his tail band. In the end, it took some time, but now Darkstalker is ready to train.
Understanding that in an instant, Akhanta flaps her giant wings, partially taking him out of the ground with a powerful burst of wind.
Irritated by her action, the young one regains his focus as he prepares himself for what is to come, his face now bearing a small grin as he remembers the rare times he played intensely when he was younger.
Having their first training session in mind, the giant dragoness speaks some words in an eager tone.
- "Oje esnuz elzurt..."
The titanic entity unfolds her talons and leaves the ground, and in one giant jump, she succeeds at coming right before the spot that the nightwing fled from.
Daring to look back, the young one gazes upon the great dragoness smiling and folding her wings right before she starts to run towards him.
Being outpaced by the giant's steps being far bigger than his, the nightwing is forced after reaching his running speed to try something more ambitious. Channelling then loading his inner power into his talons, the little one only waits for the right opportunity to jump away…
Being now pretty close to the large wall and on the verge of being reachable by the great one's paws, Darkstalker finally leaps far away, ascending in air and leaving an ethereal mist, signature of the essences he used.
Having to move away or else slam into a crystal with the momentum he got, the nightwing focuses as his training has only begun…
...would be a pity if I gave up here and now. Come on Darkstalker, you can do this, or else how will the king be able to reign over Pyrrhia...
And so the game between the great dragoness and the young one continues, with the second always escaping from the claws of the first. And even if it becomes clear that Akhanta is restraining herself to not break the rhythm, he does not mind that at all.
It is his second training session, and the first time since a long time he got to use his body like that. Beating the dragoness will come later, when he will gain enough experience, so for now,
Better to enjoy the moment...