Feleyn’s Hope III

"There are too many." Evan, who was now standing amid a pond of dragons' gore, calmly held his gaze toward the sky. "Another wave of them is coming, go help the others, I can handle them." Slipped his eyes to the panting warrior.

Baron gulped another fresh air then bolted into running for his queen.

After there was no one, Evan plunged his finger into the dragons' blood, then tasted it. Darkness flickered in those blood, these dragons were not bred from dragons, they were created, Evan realized and signed, tilted his head around to make sure that no one was around him.

So Evan put his palm toward the black dots in the sky.

"Caedes."

Those black dots were shattered into black mist, like someone just erased them, then he just casually walked back to find the others.

———

"NARRE!!"

Everything seemed so slow for him, too slow, after Seth'd unleashed it. He could clearly see everything, even Cayn, who was running behind him, yelling like a mad man.

It took mere second for him to disarm the man who wore a black armor embedded with a red emblem, Capitare's symbol. As his right hand reached for the knife vigorously, his left went for the throat, a move to paralyzed the enemy.

The man went down unconsciously, so did the dragons, without the commander, they fell down like ashes.

The queen's eyes widened at Seth who went berserk, and before he could hurt her, before Cayn could react, before the queen could realize that Seth just saved her life, Evan threw a bloody dagger at him, it sliced his cheek and devoured his blood.

"Quilre."

The king's tone resonated all over the island, to declare a spell that repealed Seth, making him asleep.

"Is that what you wish, A mad warrior?" Evan glanced coldly.

"He's not trained yet." The exhausted queen retorted. "Train them as fast as you can and The Claw is yours."

"Cayn, get your queen to rest." Evan tilted his head to find the soldier, his own empire's soldier. "Leave him to me." Was all he said before dragging him away himself.

———

"Don't get caught." That was what the man in front had told him. "Slay the queen and get out, no mistake as always." The man stood up, "Use everything you have, but you must succeed. Honor has nothing to do with this task, I will send you the dragons to buy more time for us, we will strike the next morning after she have shifted, leaving her strengthless". He stepped closer, reveling his wrinkled face. "Do not fail me, Aren."

———

"Hmm."

Aren groaned as he tried to shake off his vague sight, realized that he was tied in a chair facing a wall.

Click. A door behind him was opened and someone walked in.

"Make it short." Someone with a familiar voice said behind him. "Why are you here, Aren?"

"Lord Vladimir!?"