Chapter 62: Tailors of Frozen Fog
The Dragon Queen’s claws mauled down the stoned head, and the emerald greens splattered into black dust as its body crumbled. Adrei frowned, the stinkiness of the undead covering up the corpses’ rotted smell, as she glanced up towards the several green-lit eyes flooding the clear blue sky, all stone statues with wings fluttering, their weeping masks signifying the coming of a grand entity beyond their grasp.
Weeping Gargolytes. Adrei narrowed her eyes, the indifferent greens towering a humiliation for the Queen who demands bows instead. The Draconic lens observed the slight tilt in their pupils, between the few unconscious crowds left behind and the Dragon Queen, not for deciding their prey, but for confirming their stillness, ready to pounce on the crowds for distractions the moment the Queen spread her wings.
They are here to stall her, but she won’t allow it. And if they merely used sky terrains for their advantages, she merely needed to tear the sky. And so, with her flamed claws stretched back, she chanted the rights to flight that belonged only to the sky Dragon.
<Scratch. Click. Void.>
Words of power crossed as Adrei’s flamed claw slashed the air; the sky obeyed and cowered as it willingly tore open a flamey crack with an abyssal pull, consuming and devouring all airs along with the victims. The gargolytes’ wings stuttered as they were dragged along, the innocent airs claiming them for company in the void as stones and winds were incinerated, indifferent emerald greens splattering into ashes.
As the abyss welcomed itself out, the sky was once again clear, swirling ashes and bonemares that mirrored the runes beneath the dragon’s feet, the garoyltes’ indifference no match with a Queen’s pride. The Dragon Queen perked up her nose, not enough. Stinks still fuelled the nostrils with utter disgust, another batch of garoyltes coming from far West, with some already on the ground terroising the innocents. With a scrunched-up expression for a lingering tickle from her sister’s mana, the dragon Queen dashed to another corner, another group of weeping masks, another claw that would shrug away their brambled greens.
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"What in the hell is with these Gargolytes?!"
Selene screamed as she cut down another stoned statue, her eyes darting around at her subordinates trying their hardest to quell the chaos. Smokes flying, crowds screaming, children crying just as the weeping masks stared down. One after another, as Selene thrust, then switched her grip for a downward slash, black dusts scattered...not upon the ground but another weeping mask that lunged at her.