Chapter 2 - The Magic of Hard Rocks and Mana
Moore held two weapons in hand, and the remnants of his dagger flew up to strike one of the heads, flying with light golden-colored Mana controlled.
[Hosh...hosh]
One of his weapons was bitten, spinning around into the dragon's head as it tried to get close to its wings.
Powerful wind gusts from its body parts hampered their movement and destroyed the surrounding objects. Quietly sneaking behind the dragon, it was seen that the two wings were busy moving to make pungent wisps of wind.
Moore concentrated Mana in all his daggers, making them three times larger than before. He cut off both dragon wings in one slash [Craaat]. His four blades pierced the red-eyed dragon's head from all sides.
"Let's see, can you still act after I cut you off?" The two successfully subdued wings made the two partners quickly approach the other half. Bedros slithered under the dragon aiming for the legs and tail, dodging its fury, which had just lost its wings and groaned in pain.
He stopped the footsteps about to stomp on his body by freezing the tail, turning it into hard rock, and crushing it at will.
White flakes fluttered in the wind, sparkling like fireflies in the beautiful night. Noah aimed for the head, constantly spitting smoke, turning everything in front of it to stone.
He tried hard to shoot arrows but could always dodge this time, relying on the light blue-purple strength to tie the bow.
The dragon head was about to burst out again, "Look out, Noah!" the arrow released shot into a puff of poison approaching the wide-open mouth and succeeded.
Watson ran to see his friends had subdued the dragon that had been raging for a long time.
"Heart, Watson!" Noah shouted.
He ran to Bedros, standing there, leaving the part he had paralyzed. Blood flows like a river, there is a fishy smell, and the smell of sulfur pierces the nose.
[Craat]
After slashing the dragon's body with the sword's blade, the inside of its body is very dark. It has no organs like other creatures. There is only a large heart beating loudly, shrouded in light.
Watson immediately slashed the channel connecting the heart's flow to the dragon's body, then stabbed it with two blades and plunged it, followed by a scream.
"Die you!! Damn it!!" he shouted angrily.
Mana creeps into the sword-wielding heart, crushing it into pieces of freshly cut meat.
Standing in the same place, Cleo was preparing for her death sickle. The orange Mana handled a large object from a distance and spun out an extreme wind.
It instantly split the horned dragon's head into two neatly, and there was no more ear-splitting scream.
"Where is he now?" Noah asked Bedros, then looked for the child he was talking about. After successfully meeting him, he told him what had happened as the dragon's companion.
When he was eight years old, he went to another area to move with a group. As an orphan, no one wanted to pay for his life.
One day, a man took him to the forest to look for food supplies away from the group. He was left to go at midday. When he came back, they all disappeared.e
He walked around looking and didn't find his friends anywhere. Night fell, and he found a cave to rest in when he found a three-headed dragon walking in the morning. "I could be a good breakfast if he saw it now," prompted him to go deeper.
Seeing a large lake emitting smoke, he ran to hide. The dragon entered and soaked in the lake while holding his breath because the powerful smell made his head dizzy.
They let out a firelight, the three heads screamed, the sound boomed in the cave, the falling sky was deafening, it felt like it was going to burst.
[Krack]
Hard rock as high as a hill absorbs the Mana light the dragon has released. After bathing, they go to sleep.
The boy was trapped there with a dragon sleeping long and blocking the exit. He didn't know how long he had lived with that giant creature.
He was trapped inside a body that neither grew taller nor matured, only turning black hair to white and eye color to blood red.
"Why don't you run from there on your guard?" everyone looks worried, waiting for his answer. While holding back embarrassment, he replied, "I don't want to be left alone anymore." Suddenly they feel sorry.
Seeing the dragons rampaging on Moore's entourage and the others until last night's events, he finally understood what the dragon had been doing every time it came out of the cave.
"Seeing you protect each other, even though they're from different places…" his voice trailed off. "I also want to get back with people." he ran to pick up some hard rock shards, the source of the weakness they always gave off while soaking in the lake.
"How long have you been with that dragon?" Cleo asked.
"About five thousand years," he answered innocently.
Cleo went to look for survivors on the hill, delivering them to their leader.
Seeing the ravaged place like hell, the blazing fire that has not been extinguished, the flying smoke, and the bodies of dead people lying intangible make sobs begin to be heard.
"The dragon isn't dead yet, so cut off all the bases of its head." repeated the boy.
Watson slashed all of his heads in one swing of the sword. A rainbow light surrounded by gold suddenly shot out from the dragon's severed necks, pierced through the sky, and touched the moon as if it was being devoured.
When the light runs out several times, the moon is seen shimmering.
Everyone lifted their heads in awe at the extraordinary event. Some were still afraid. Then the moon released five shards of light, speeding towards the hard rock still in their hands.
This time the power that went in was more significant than the Mana expended against the dragon, "damn it, my body almost exploded."
Luckily, the intensity of the incoming light is not so long, leaving fireworks above the night sky.
"Your hair," Moore pointed at Noah, bearing a close resemblance to the stranger.
"You too," replied and immediately turned his gaze towards the people—physical changes to red eyes and hair color.
The following day the people started dismembering the dragon's body, burying it in a cave with them to commemorate the struggle, covering it with earth, and becoming a big mound.
"Long live the king Raul... Long live the king Raul .." At that moment, the boy was made their king and built a magnificent white palace over the dragon tomb.