A battlefield awakes once more

The Impaler of Gods has returned.

This was the final conclusion of the Old Dragon. If he was not sure before, despite the fact that she said it herself and her aura alone was unbearable, he was certain of it now.

She was the unrealistic, sensual and beautiful human woman from the work of art that concealed the prophecy.

The Empress of the Empire, the powerful Impaler of Gods. The one who allegedly died a very long time ago. What was she doing here, alive and well? The Gods did not kill her? How unreliable could they be?!

Despite his attention being drawn to her beauty, Jacob felt a pull from behind. The Old Dragon had taken him with his free hand and was dashing toward the exit as quickly as he could.

The Old Dragon was not sure how far he could run before the Empress used her powers to force him to stay, but he was already outside the palace when he became aware of his surroundings. The Impaler of Gods stood there, next to the throne formed of crystals.

She did not seem interested in pursuing the pair of dragons, even though one of them was carrying the small female dragon who was living in her palace all this time.

Her eyes, on the other hand, glowed with the bloodlust and curiosity of a predator having fun with the prey.

Outside, the silver dragon paused for a moment, stunned that the Empress was not chasing him, just to immediately rush toward the tunnel leading to the cave from where they entered this part of the Abyss.

The entrance to the cave and the cavern where the palace stood were separated by a couple of kilometers, but it only took Old Dragon a few minutes to find himself in the cave. The pitch black darkness of the Abyss loomed in front of him.

A few things were different in the familiar cave. Some of the crystals which had previously decorated the cave fell or were destroyed, leaving the floor covered in small, shiny crystal fragments. In addition, an oddly bright purple liquid emerged from their interior.

The Old Dragon seemed to hear a seductive laugh emanating from the crystals, which made his face fall as he instantly recognized the laugh as coming from the same horrifying woman.

Desperate, he went into a frenzy, destroying the crystals with his sharp aura as he leapt toward the exit. This time, he did not have the luxury of time to properly regulate the output of his aura, causing Jacob to almost pass out.

The female baby dragon, on the other hand, was not used to feel such might, knocking her out as soon as the Old Dragon began to release his aura. This was fortunate, as the Elder Dragon was already considering leaving her behind.

He knew that it would mean to defy his orders, and if the truth was revealed, it could spell his doom. But being expelled from the clan or executed was better than dying in this place, with a terrifying enemy behind him.

At least in this case, he had the chance to flee and conceal the truth. If he died here, there was no way the pair of baby dragons could survive the Impaler of Gods's wrath. He had decided that it was better to drop her and bring back at least one of the two baby dragons.

Even so, she fell unconscious, and the pair of dragons exited the cave. The Old Dragon considered himself fortunate, as there was not any sign of the Impaler of Gods being nearby. If he successfully escaped the Abyss, he could return the two missing dragons to the clan.

However, just as Old Dragon was about to ascend to the surface, guiding the way with his aura, the pitch black darkness which surrounded them suddenly disappeared. Instead, he found himself standing on the ground, except that it was not dirt or rocks where he was standing.

The ground was littered with skulls and skeletons of various sizes and shapes; he could even make out the skeleton of a dragon in the distance. A violent aura filled with bloodlust and hatred tainted the air.

The Old Dragon, who was still holding the two baby dragons in his hands, had appeared out of nowhere on an ancient battleground. What he did not know was that this battleground was at the bottom of the Abyss.

If this was Elder Dragon's reaction, one could only imagine what Jacob's reaction was. After the pitch black vanished and he found himself in this strange place filled with corpses and strong aura fluctuations, he suddenly awoke from his entrance.

He felt dizzy, with only vague memories of what had happened in the last few minutes. He could only remember the figure of a beautiful white-haired woman, to the point where he could feel himself becoming infatuated with her beauty once more.

As an adventurer, Jacob had previously researched a variety of magical spells, in case he came across one during his travels. He needed to know how to counteract them, or at the very least, survive their effects. His situation reminded him of one book about ancient magic.

It was a charm spell which made everyone fall head over heels for the practitioner. Because in the past it was used to seize the control of a Kingdom, it became a forbidden spell and its use was punishable by death.

The little white dragon thought that her charm spell was too powerful, to the point that he could see her figure on the battlefield. She was slowly approaching them, crushing every bone which was unfortunate enough to be in her path.

However, if he had looked at the enormous silver dragon's head, he would have realized it was not an illusion, as the Old Dragon's silver head turned white and drops of sweat dripped from his horns.

"Little One, take your sister and run away as far as you can. Find the exit and go back to the forest." Suddenly feeling the claw of the Old Dragon moving, the Old Dragon threw him and the female baby dragon to the ground.

"Remember, Little One, your family is waiting for you and your sister in Emperor Peak."

With these last words, the Old Dragon unleashed all the power he had been concealing and dashed toward the Impaler of Gods.