'YOU WILL FALL!!!' Tyros' words continued to replay in Alexandros' mind. "What have I done? What's going to happen to my country? What's going to happen to my people?" Alexandros began mumbling his regrets to himself as he looked at the shattered heirloom he was clasping in his hands.
The still unconscious Runaan was laying on the table in the center of the catacombs. Though the space they were in was used as catacombs, it was originally used as the ancient cathedral's main hall that the surrounding graves were the building's old transepts.
Standing above Runaan, a golden-red dragon that had a translucent body stared towards Alexandros who was wedged into the wall when he released his aura protecting Runaan.
Alexandros was the only one now conscious looking back towards the Dragon King, his eyes glowing in the same myriad of colors that Runaans flashed to when Tyros first communicated with Runaan through the connection they formed from their bloodlines.
As soon as Alexandros looked towards the dragon filling the entire space of the cathedral's massive apse and nave, even though it was still compressing itself to not destroy the space above it that would effectively crush Runaan.
Tyros stared in the depths of Alexandros' soul, "a mere contractor of the giants, felt compelled to kill my child! Such ludicrous notions cannot be tolerated, tell me, Emperor Alexandros, what would you think is a suitable punishment for killing the child of a god?" Tyros stared down at Alexandros.
"H-h-how do you know my name? H-how do you know I'm related to the gian-" Alexandros began to state his confusion of how such a being, who has been gone for over 3000 years could know his name, only to be cut off before he could ask his questions thoroughly.
"Answer the damned question! How do you feel, should you kill a child of a god?" Tyros asked again his question, only to add a threatening statement at the end of it, sneering as he said, "if you don't answer, soon, I will let you know of my answer."
Gulping down his saliva that began to pool in his mouth, Alexandros looked at the expressionless dragon's face, rage welling behind its eyes, Alexandros stared straight into Tryos' eyes, steeling himself of his impending doom. "Death... death is what should be expected of trying to kill the child of a god."
"Not exactly, death is quick and painless... tell me, do you know of any being that wouldn't want slow, torturous deaths to those who wrong them? Gods aren't as merciful as you believe." Tyros gave his answer to his own question, indicating towards a more painful life Alexandros was soon to face.
"How could I argue with such an answer, it is even something I would do should the same happen..." Alexandros resigned himself to agree with anything the dragon was to say.
"Don't be coy with me, that's not your answer, trying to curry favor now won't help you. I'm sure you feel it too, my siblings are coming into this world as we speak." Looking up towards the portal that he came through, with massive amounts of pure mana spewing from it.
"Dear god, your to tell me more dragons are coming into here?" Alexandros just now lost all will to resist and try to hold onto his dignity as an emperor.
"Hmm, yes, but they won't be coming into this cramped space, we will be heading above ground for our meeting with them" Tyros turned his head from the portal towards the forbidden woodlands, where he could feel Persephone and Demecratos exiting a portal. "Shall we go say hello?"
Tyros looked down at Alexandros without turning his head, he indicated towards a direction, where he lifted a talon of his massive foot, leaving a 5-meter radius depression in the floor of the catacomb. He swiped his talon down towards the ground for a tear in the air to appear.
Though the tear in the air, the city walls could be seen, "wh-what?!? H-H-HOW?!?" Alexandros expelled his confusion without meaning to and looked at the city's Southern gate that leads towards the Forbbiden Woodlands.
Controlling the surrounding mana, Tyros picked up Alexandros and flung him through the spacial tear he created to bring him out of the city where he could feel his siblings coming close. He then gingerly picked up Runaan with his giant paw, holding him as carefully as he could, and stepped through the tear himself.
As they stepped through the spatial tear, it closed behind them with a terrifying crackling, as if thunder was sounding through the sky. Just as Alexandros was being thrown through the tear, the Southern Gate's guards could see him being flung through it, to only see moments later, a massive dragon began to follow behind him.
As Alexandros was about to crash into the ground, nearly snapping his neck on the ground from the fall through the spatial tear, he was stopped again by being the mana being controlled by Tyros. "I told you my answer earlier, death is too simple an answer."
Alexandros gulped his saliva again, as his rushed breath blew away the dust around the ground he was about to crash into. Having been injured earlier by being flung into the wall, Alexandros wasn't been able to properly control his mana.
As Tyros stated his answer to his earlier question again, he returned to his original size, expanding his body tenfold, unfurling his wings again with his wingspan reaching a terrifying 500-meters wide, as his body's length expanded back to 1000-meters long from tail to snout.
If Tyros' body hadn't been changed into a spiritual being, his weight alone would have been enough to crush elder krosis pines to dust. 'I'm going to miss my old body, aren't I? Such a pity to have lost my body, but considering I am now truly a god... I may not care about it.' Tyros thought to himself.
Alexandros still staring at the ground, then look to his sides seeing what seemed to be an ever-expanding shadow, as he was lifted back beside Tyros' head where they could look eye to eye.
"Won't you let my siblings see the one bold enough to kill the child of a dragon? They'll be here soon." Tyros still staring towards the Forbidden Woodlands. Alexandros then looked towards the South to match his gaze.
Alexandros immediately shuddered, as he could see another two massive dragons flying at tremendous speed across the planes. One was pitch black, while the other was white wrapped in a golden hue. 'Fuck...' it was the only thing he could think of as he saw the two massive beings traveling across the lands that would take humans weeks to arrive from.
Alexandros could see that the white dragon was slightly smaller than the larger black dragon from afar, only to see the true size difference as they got closer. The dragons truly made the giants look like ants.
Even his kindred spirit, Atlas was only 100 meters tall. Under normal circumstances that was impressive but now... he questioned how the Giants survived when dragons were originally on Alterra.
"BROTHER!!!!" The deep, growly, booming voice resounded from the black dragon's voice. As his presence was in full view, dark mana radiated from his body in eerily high degrees, as one could feel the bloodlust still radiating from his being from killing the Salamandras mere minutes ago.
"Hello Elder brother, as you can see, from mister anger incarnate here, he's already killed the creatures that destroyed the little one's home." The white dragon said her greetings to Tyros to add that the black dragon already killed many beings.
"Hello Persephone and Demecratos, I'm glad to see you well now that you can feel the pleasantness of our home again; and thank you Demecratos, for avenging the little one's family on my behalf. So, what creatures would even step foot in our old home?"
"Those damned failures that looked up to us just because they resembled us a small amount. Fucking lizards, the Salamandras thought it was okay to destroy our old home! So I killed them all and absorbed their blood." Demecratos playfully answered Tyros looking for praise.
"HAHAHA, those idiotic lizards did something so stupid, did they really think we would never come back or something? Thank you brother, I'm still trying to understand the limitations of my new physique, well lack of, at least." Tyros thanked Demecratos and the bloodlust being released from him immediately vanished as if it never existed in the first place.
"Well, at least that sense of humor of yours hasn't been tarnished eldest brother. It's good to see you were able to find the little one who was the capabilities to connect with you." Persephone added in her opinion as she looked at the child.
"It seems he's been corrupted before, and everything may have been healed in time, you will need to keep an eye on him to make sure it doesn't come back. I knew we shouldn't have left our kin in those woodlands that can be so toxic to those small humans." Persephone lamented over the fact that there were minute traces of mana corruption within the child's body.
Alexandros didn't know what to do anymore, he had just angered creatures that had strength far higher than he had ever imagined, and didn't know what he could do anymore to quell the Dragon King's anger.
"So this is the dumbass who tried to kill your child Brother?" Demecratos looked at Alexandros who was being held in the air with Tyros' mana. "Why would you do such a thing, bug?" Demecratos peered at the Alexandros, who he viewed so far beneath him he wasn't even human anymore.
The Emperor really didn't even want to answer, let alone did he know how to. If he lied, he felt they would see through it easily. If he told the truth, he felt the black dragon in front of him would slaughter his entire city behind him.
"No answer? That's disappointing, what are you even holding this insect for anyways?" Directing his last question towards Alexandros, he looked up to his brother and his king trying to figure out what he was going to do.
"I wanted to see what you guys would feel would be a fitting punishment for such a fool. I think already know your answer Demecratos. I see what's behind those eyes of yours. But, what of you, Persephone? What would you do if you were in my position?" Tyros glanced at Demecratos, then back towards his youngest sister.
"Hmmm, I do not know? Things certainly changed after 3000 years passed by. Even you were a few hundred thousand years old before your new ordeal. You even deemed it unnecessary to interact with humans, other than your few... adventurous... nights amongst them so long ago.
These things should run their course. I understand why you are angered, this child is in fact the only human with whom you are able to form the kindred pact because of his bloodline containing such a strong connection with us dragons.
But we were warned long, long ago, that we are not to interfere too much with the humans of this universe. I for one don't wish to return to that realm of chaos we've just been released from. You can sense the other dragons across this world releasing their bloodlust just as Demecratos had."
Persephone answered Tyros in a more roundabout way, reminding him of the warning they had received long ago from the gods for intervening in the humans' course of history. Every universe with life in it had 'favored' beings by the gods that were meant to be left alone as more or less as experiments to see how they turn out.
Humans were the ones meant to be left alone in this universe; humans really were special in that the gods favored them.