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~~~June 1942~~~
~~~Japanese intelligence headquarters~~~
"Eight American destroyers have been reported destroyed, two battleships are out of action, according to the latest report, three submarines were intercepted, and we are gaining an advantage since the battle began on the Midway."
"One destroyer patrol has been misplaced and is believed to have been destroyed." The general in charge looked at the intelligent man with a serious look on his face and his brow furrowed. " How many destroyers is that?"
The man quickly grabbed the papers on his desk, pulling some out of folders, "Eight destroyers general, they were lost track of six days ago." The Japanese intelligence member replied, reading the records.
The general couldn't help but stand static momentarily, unable to comprehend how eight destroyers could lose contact, primarily when no record of their disappearance was obtained until six days later. "What was the last thing I heard from them? They must have been marking their position every quarter of an hour."
"The last report from Vice Admiral Hiroake was that they were 400 miles from the main fleet, intercepting American submarines and that the sky was...Dark." The soldier said in rapid sequence, though a bit confused by the last sentence.
'Dark?' thought the general, not understanding what had happened to the eight destroyers. " Send a communique to the palace. Quite possibly, a British fleet is in the South Pacific, coming from Indonesia or Australia. They must have been the ones the destroyers must have encountered."
That was the most accurate option. An American attack in the South Pacific was not possible. Reports said that their reinforcements had not passed the cone of Argentina, so they were still far away.
"General, I'm making contact with a fleet in active combat!" another of the intelligence members called for attention, getting the man to his side in the shortest possible time, "what fleet?" the general asked as he reached the man.
"They say they are Vice Admiral Hiroake's fleet, destroyer Hibiki. They are under attack by unknown and highly dangerous forces," the young man explained, unknowingly finding the fleet of destroyers missing. Four destroyers have been destroyed, and the remaining ones are at risk of sinking, with no chance of continuing the fight."
That made the general harden his gaze, thinking of all the variants that something like this would happen, "get their location and get me through to the Hōshō carrier fleet."
The man did as he was ordered and quickly obtained the location of the destroyers, contacting the carrier's Admiral: "Admiral Gozai is on the line, General."
"Admiral Gozai, this is General Ishimuro." Ishimuro began to relegate movements, thinking of rescuing the remaining destroyers and intercepting and destroying enemy forces to the south. "Very well, begin your move at once."
Thus, the Hōshō carrier fleet, consisting of two battleships, six destroyers, and four submarines, was mobilized to the south to destroy the 'British fleet' that had entered the Pacific.
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Over the South Pacific, 300 miles from Chile, over the sea, an L-2 Taylorcraft flew over the crystal clear waters of the ocean, with its crewmen monitoring and photographing the entire terrain as a method of reconnaissance and rapid response.
They were one of those tasked with flying over the front of the fleet to spot potential enemies or dangerous routes for the fleet, but today, both crewmembers witnessed a completely different sight.
"Hey, Williams! Look at that!" one of the two crewmen, precisely the one riding in the back, tapped his companion's shoulder and indicated he should look to his left. When the latter did so, the surprise could be seen on his face.
Following his gaze, a gigantic mountain range could reach absurd heights and extend hundreds of thousands of kilometers to the north. "Where are we?" the co-pilot asked in confusion. " There's no land in this part of the world, let alone something like this!"
"I don't know, Rick! It looks like the Andean Mountain Range, but we're far from the mainland." The pilot didn't know what to think about the monstrosity of Mountains, which looked gigantic even from miles away. Let's take a look!" Williams proposed, and before his partner could agree, he turned the plane's direction and headed for the mountains.
The two could see the mountains getting closer and more prominent for the next few minutes, with white snow on the tops of their peaks. The peaks reached over 12000 feet since that was the altitude the plane was flying at, and the peaks exceeded that by perhaps three times as much.
The two flew for what could have been half an hour, and there was still no sign of the row of mountains ending. A fleet contact reached them: "Attention, this is USS Enterprise. What report do you have for us, Blue Eagle?"
Rick didn't make them wait, so he picked up the communicator and explained his discovery: "We have stumbled upon the land, exactly ten miles from the fleet, a vast and huge mass of mountains where there was only water before."
"....."
"Mountains, you say? Are you sure you see right?" Skepticism was not long in coming, a sentiment widely shared by everyone in the command room of the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise, since who would believe that land and mountains were found where there had always been sea?
"Affirmative, a large mountain range rises ten miles from your position. We continue to fly over, but we have found no trace of human hand... No, wait, I have sighted people. I see a fortress; it looks like a castle, but something immense."
Rick could not understand what his eyes were seeing. With the help of his binoculars, he could see what looked like a city, only one of an enormous scale, very similar to the scale of Chicago or Philadelphia, besides appearing to be surrounded by three colossal curtain walls.
Not only that but there was what looked like another immense building in which several ships were on the shore at anchor. "Blue Eagle, come in. What do you see?" the altered voice came from Rick's hooves, causing him to snap out of his awe and reverie, pick up his answering machine, and describe what his eyes were seeing.
"There is a city that doesn't look like something I've seen in pictures or newspapers of major cities worldwide. I'm not sure; they are maybe the size of Austin, and it has a large fleet on its shores. Plus, it looks like more cities and multiple roads lead out of the city and extend inland."
"Roger that, return to the fleet, repeat, return to the fleet," both Rick and William received new orders, which indicated a return to the fleet to await contact with the city by land.
What they did not know, however, was that on land, they had already been spotted, watched by two pairs of eyes, some larger than others. On the ground, a Wyvern rider stationed at the Qarth military base had spotted a strange flying object in the sky, flying rapidly, that had been circling.
"Perlax, come on, buddy, let's go up and intercept whatever that is," the rider said to his mount, a fifteen-meter Wyvern armed with netherite chain mail attached to its body by rings embedded in its scales, which even covered its membranes. The chain mail specialized not to slow down the wyvern's flight and was made of the strongest and lightest metal in the world granting the wyvern almost impenetrable protection.
"QRUACK!"
Once Perlax heard his rider's command, he let out a growl of his own. Pushing off with his paws, he flapped hard and launched himself into the air, gaining momentum and height in seconds.
Under the effects of the strength and speed potions, Perlax took to the air like a killing machine, propelling itself with its solid wings and reaching the same height as the U.S. reconnaissance plane.
In the plane, Rick kept filming with his camera all the relief, landscape, and construction below. He was fascinated by what he saw and unaware that a beast was stalking him and his partner. Until it was already upon them.
"ROOAR!" Perlax made his presence known once he reached the plane, flying alongside it as he watched the strange flying being making a lot of noise.
"Holy crap!" In the plane, Rick couldn't help but curse as he looked to his right, managing to see a storybook animal, "A dragon, a fucking dragon!" Rick exclaimed in fright, surprise, and excitement, not stopping recording at any moment, while William was speechless at the sight of the creature and the person lying on its back.