’Long story short, if that Dragon is the father, we’re f.u.c.k.e.d!’ Scarlett summarized the situation for Lith.
’I don’t get it. I’ve already met Thrud. I understand how pregnancy works now, but how could she being pregnant affect her equipment as well? The last time that I fought Thrud, it wasn’t this powerful.’ Lith asked, yet everyone was at loss for words.
They had no way to know that thanks to her experiments, Thrud had altered her bloodline for good. She had used the Madness to amplify not only Tyris’s blood, but Valeron’s as well.
Now she was akin to a direct descendant of the First Royals that had chosen to embrace their Griffon nature instead of turning into a human. The Arthan’s equipment was a perfect replica of Saefel’s and now it recognized Thrud as Valeron.
The Arthan’s set had now fully unlocked its true potential, forever replacing the will of the First King with that of Thrud thanks to half of her blood belonging to Valeron.
’We can still aim our attacks at her belly, correct?’ Lith said, receiving only insults in reply.
’Hey, the kid may be innocent but I’m not going to die just to be a gentleman. Most of those people were innocent as well but Thrud didn’t give a f.u.c.k about it. I say we return her the favor.’ He said.
’F.u.c.k my life, he’s right.’ Scarlett bit her tongue to keep her rage in check. ’We must save Sedra. I’m not letting another child die at the hands of a madman or cruel fate!’
The trio charged forward, but only the Scorpicore and the Firstborn met Thrud in battle. Jakra stepped in, intercepting War with his own bastard blade, Dragonclaw.
"Are you insane my Queen? Three against one? Let me help!" He said.
"Three against two, actually." Thrud c.a.r.e.s.sed her belly as she needed but one hand to stop with Arthan’s Sword the Adamant blades that extended out of Scarlett’s forepaws and Vladion’s Primordial Thirst.
"The runt makes no difference, but I’ll leave it to you if that’s what you want, honey." Her words made Jakra blush in embarrassment, but they didn’t make him any less fierce of a fighter.
"Walk away, little brother, this is no place for you." The Emerald Dragon said while pushing Lith back thanks to the massive gap in mass between them.
Lith had a perfectly refined body, but Jakra’s real form was that of a Dragon weighing several tons with a physical prowess that not even most Awakened Beasts could compare to.
"Leave now and you have my word that no harm will come to you. My Queen is done with her project and there is no point in further bloodshed."
"Depends. Are you the ones who killed my friend Lark and Marchioness Distar?" Lith never stopped his attacks, quite the contrary. He used his words as a diversion while he circulated fusion magic and cast spells with his body.
No matter what Jakra said, the timing of the events was too suspicious. Fighting Thrud was dangerous, but if she was the one threatening everyone he loved, letting her go was even worse.
"Who?" The Emerald Dragon’s honest surprise made Lith’s hope to have found the sender of the Balkor cards crumble. "I’d never hurt a fellow Dragon."
"Really, then who are those guys linked to the tank?" Lith snarled as a barrage of cantrips rained on the Emerald Dragon from every side, yet Jakra didn’t even bother defending.
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