“Mil…
Milianna?” Latered in shock as he looked up at the angel from his dreams.
The st thing he remembered was him being brutally attacked by a giant saint-level dragon before directly losing sciousness, but now the woman he’d spent the st year thinking about was standing over him – his fusion could be easily uood.
“Who else?” Milianna smiled warmly as she stroked his beard.
Lance couldn’t help but rex as the dainty hands of the only woman he had ever loved softly stroked his face.
Every night for the st year, hers would be the st face he saw before he fell asleep and the first persohought about when he woke up – he wanted nothing more than to be by her side. Still, after everything that happehat day, he couldn’t. At least not until…
“I came t you home!” Milianna said directly, ign the iurmoil he was feeling.
“Milli, I…”
“You ’t give me that excuse anymore,” Milianna smiled as she poio the tre of the battlefield where a dark-haired teen was dang around a giant dragon, casually pierg its giant frame with his burning spear. “Ace is awake!”
“Ace…” Latered, tears welling up in his usually stoic eyes. “He’s really awa…”
“Oi brat!” Wukong hollered zily, cutting Lanid-sentence. “ you hurry up already – this King’s bored!”
Previously, Harelk had been put under so much pressure that he hadn’t noticed the arrival of the powerful newers, but when he did, his eyes immediately stricted, as every fibre of his being was overwhelmed with fear.
He didn’t reise the others, but it was impossible for him, a senior member of the Dragon’s Pitt, not the ape-like young man – Wukong!
It was almost a decade ago now; at the time, he was just a newly asded saint in the Dragon’s Pitt when Ignus, the king of the dragons, returned with Yasha, a bck dragon, after going out on what could be sidered a very important but still, very simple mission.
But unlike what they all had expected, not only had one of their saint-level experts forfeited their lives, Yasha, a senior member of the Dragon’s Pitt, came ba critical dition.
It was only after the Dragon King expined what happehat they all uood they had kicked the iron bucket that time.
After that, it assed down through the Pitt that non was to do anything to antagonise anyone eveely reted to Wukong and his mysterious fa.
Still, that was only part of the reason behind his fear. The main reason was because Zarix, the dragon-scaled bear Wukong killed, though only a newly promoted saint, arently easily defeated, to the point where it apparently looked like he was being toyed with, a feat he knew he still wasn’t capable of doing, and back then, Wukong was only at the 8th rank.
He had no idea how strong Wukong was back then, but whichever way you sliced it, getting tangled up with this group was the definition of a bad idea.
Without a sed thought, Harelk took off like a bullet in the opposite dire, releasing ah-shattering roar as he flew, the sound of which caused several of the weaker warriors as to colpse, holding their bleeding ears in agony.
“Ooh no you don’t,” Ace muttered as he flicked his wrist, ging his hold over his spear as though he was now holding a javelin. “[Bzi]!”
As the spear left his fiips, the previously peaceful fmes at the back of the spear erupted in a wild and imposing manner, propelling the spear forth at speeds that caused several sonis that threateo drown out Harelk’s thunderous roar.
Wukong, Amira, and Leo were the only ones able to follow the trajectory of the spear with their eyes, and without fail, ead every one of them ged slightly as they watched Ace’s spear pierce through the Dragon’s rear end and out of its eyes, bringing with it a k of brain matter.
“That’s gotta hurt,” Ace shuddered, subsciously g his arse muscles as he watched the now-deceased dragon fall from the skies onto the still retreating army of beasts.
“You definitely did that on purpose!” Amira snorted, her body appearing by Ace’s side as though she had teleported.
“You really think so little of me?” Ace pouted back as he strolled through the air towards the corpse of the dead dragon.
“Yes!” Amira replied matter-of-factly.
“I’m hurt!” Ace feigned heartbreak as he slowly bent over to remove Lance’s Azure Dragon Spear from within Harelk’s coiling tail.
“You not gonna pick up your on?” Wukong teased.
“I’m alright,” Ace said, gng back at his spear, which was now covered in dragon insides. “It was just a spear I picked up from one of the soldiers of the O’Brien Army a while back.”
As he said that, Ace came to a stop in front of his would-be stepfather. “I believe this is yours.”
“Fet the spear,” Lance said, knog it away and taking A his arms. “I’m just gd you’re okay!”
“It’ll take more than a trivial O’Brien Empire to keep me down,” Ace grinned as he returhe man’s bear hug.
“Unfortunately, the reunion’s gonna have to wait,” Ace sighed as he turned back to face the forest of Darkness. “It appears we have an old friend to greet.”
Before Land the others even had the ce to voice their fusion, an ear-splitting roar sounded from the difference.
If it wasn’t for the fact that this roar came from so far away, Killian and the others uood that it would be no less loud than Harelk’s from moments ago, especially as the aura it projected was several times that of the Rainbon’s.
“Cirulus,” Lance called out sombrely as he turo the man he had bee good friends with over the st year. “We o get all the troops to retreat.”
“There’s not enough time for that,” Milianna sighed helplessly as she saw several t and imposing creatures fly towards them, slowly c the sky in what may as well have been an eclipse.
“Why is it always lizards?” Ace sighed.
“Maybe stop calling them that when five saint-level dragons e over, looking like they wa us!” Yuna scolded silently.
“Why?” Faye smiled mogly. “You scared?”
“Who’s scared, you barbaric little girl?!” Yuna snapped back. “I’m just stating the obvious!
There are five saint-level dragons, and judging by their auras, one of them is at the peak of the saint realm, but we only have four who fight against saints.
You do the maths, you braindead brute!”
Even though Yuna’s words were true, and each member of the group had e to the same clusion, not an ounce of fear could be seen on any of their faces – including Yuna’s. Instead, there was a hint of excitement and anticipation.
This was the reason they had chosen to ve of the safety of the Pavilion’s walls – to use the pressure of real life-threatening situations to push themselves past their limits.
And although the only oo see tangible results so far was Killian, no o demoralised; if anything, it had spurred them on even more.
Cirulus’ army, oher hand, felt their knees weaken under such pressure. Each of them had faced beast tides in the past, but never could they imagihe seemingly ordinairy beast tide developing in such a way.
Cirulus, whilst not as scared as his subordinates, wasn’t able to be as rexed as Ad his group.
Still, he was nothing if not decisive. As he had decided to stand behind Ace, he would tio do so until the very end – a fact he had already proved time and time agaihe st year and a half sihey first met.
But the person with the stra rea to the arrival of the Dragons was undoubtedly Kannal. The moment they appeared, a dense and chilling killing i erupted from the youngster, and strangely enough, it appeared to be directed straight at the rgest and most powerful of the dragons.
“Calm down,” Ace said slowly. “It’s still too early for you to be looking for revenge.”
“I know,” Kannal replied as he took a slow, calming breath, allowing for his blistering killing io gradually recede. “I won’t do anything foolish.”
Still, despite saying that, Kannal’s young but pierg eyes never left the face of the titanic bck dragon c the skies.
The dragon’s eyes fell on Kannal momentarily. After all, it wasn’t every day it saw a mortal daring to gre at it so brazenly. Still, it didn’t reise the youth, nor did it think much of him. Especially not when there were two figures he couldn’t fet, even if he tried, among the group.
Though Mathias was the one who beat him to within an inch of his life, it was these two that kept him from sleeping soundly at night. The threat they posed to not only his, but the future of the entire Dragon’s Pitt was terrifying.
“Wukong, Ace…” Yasha growled, a menag light flickering in his dark, callous eyes. “It’s been a while.”
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Book 12: Part 13 – Heavy Mountain Fist Art
