With his decision made, Andrew proceeded to share it with his trusted allies. Previously, these decisions were only discussed with his wives and guardians, as they were his trusted people, but now the stakes were much higher.
Andrew was an important player in this world, and many people relied on that, so he couldn't take the risks he had before. Besides, he was unknown before, but now he isn't.
He may be much more powerful now, but his enemies are also more powerful, and now he not only carries himself and his followers but also has allies—even the entire world on his shoulders, one might say.
With these considerations in mind, Andrew t with Crhono, Draneg, Sohei, Lugia, Biacko, Zaros, and other trusted demigods once Kael and the others left. He explained what he planned to do, and unexpectedly, everyone agreed with his thinking.
They were also clear that Andrew needed to strengthen himself if he wanted to succeed. Crhono and Sereda had been researching ways to completely destroy the remnants of the fallen god and had even had so success, but they realized it would be very difficult for them to accomplish this task.
They needed a god to help them, and right now, only Andrew had the ability to beco one. Crhono might be a divine beast in his own right, but he had limitations. He wasn't sure he could fulfill this responsibility, and if he failed, his disappearance would be problematic. For better or worse, Crhono's existence was as vital to them as Andrew's.
With everything agreed upon, Biacko and the other dragons who had been protecting Andrew decided to accompany him on his journey. Thanks to their current strength, it wouldn't take long for them to reach Cors.
Still, Andrew didn't want to take any chances, so he would travel alone with the dragons. Once he established a Celestial Palace in Cors, he could bring everyone to him. Although all this was finalized, they didn't begin the journey imdiately.
A lot had been happening lately, and everything was chaotic, so they didn't want anything to go wrong just because they were rushing. There was a ti for everything, and this wasn't the ti for the trip. They decided to wait a month for things to calm down a bit and then leave discreetly.
After that, they began planning everything. A month was a long ti to plan, but the way things were, with so many enemies, there was never much ti. So, over the next month, Andrew t with Biacko and the other dragons several tis to work out the details of the trip. Andrew didn't neglect his family either.
Lately, he hadn't spent much ti with his children and wives, so he spent quality ti, especially now that he had three new wives. Even his marriage to Victoria had been delayed. Since Victoria was from a noble family, they had to hold a ceremony and inform the world, sothing he hadn't done with any of his wives, but at this point, it wasn't ideal.
Performing this ceremony was just a matter of exposure, so they could only postpone this event for later. Honestly, Victoria no longer cared about this custom of the ceremony, but she didn't say anything.
For her, if Andrew wanted to perform it, they could, but if not, she wouldn't be offended. This was more for her family than for her, as Andrew's other wives hadn't received this treatnt, so she didn't want to be the only one.
At one point, the idea of having a ceremony for everyone was raised, but it was quickly rejected, as it would only damage Victoria's family's reputation, and it was better to do nothing before sothing like that.
The point is that the month passed quickly, and the day of the journey arrived. They left during the night and in secret. Only Zaros and the other demigods knew of their departure, and even then, they didn't go to see them off.
There might not have been demigods watching them in Cannes, but you could never be sure, so they preferred not to give themselves away. Andrew, along with Biacko and the other dragons, secretly left Cannes.
Unfortunately, their fears were true. Purgatory had placed its spies in Cannes, and while they weren't powerful, they had strange techniques and abilities that allowed them to know when they left.
If there had been a Celestial Palace sowhere other than Cors, this trip could have been made unseen, but there wasn't, so Purgatory soon learned of Andrew's departure. Since he was the greatest threat to their target, they had him under surveillance.
Not just him, but all of his allies and family mbers. They had even made plans to kidnap so of them. However, carrying out an operation like that in Cannes was impossible. Even though Purgatory knew Andrew was going on a trip, they could do nothing to stop him or ambush him.
Purgatory was now too weak, and attacking Andrew, who is a demigod and protected by dragons, was a lost cause. They would only sacrifice mbers in an operation like that, but they still had to keep an eye on him.
The reality was that if Andrew and the others knew Purgatory was still following and spying on them, they would be shocked. With beings like Biacko present, people who weren't even at the demigod level could hide from him.
This only demonstrated the wide variety of techniques and abilities they had at their disposal and demonstrated just how much of a threat they were. Although they were being followed, they couldn't do anything to them, so the journey passed without a hitch.
Normally, it would take them a little over a month to reach Cors, but with their current speed, they arrived in a few days. They could have arrived in less ti, but they still wanted to be discreet.
The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon, dyeing the sky a warm golden hue that reflected off the waters of Cors's great harbor. From a distance, Andrew gazed at the city's imposing silhouette, a dazzling jewel that seed to have been woven by the gods themselves.
It was a fascinating sight, even for soone like him who ca from Earth, accustod to enormous cities of concrete and steel. Even for dragons, the sight of this city was awe-inspiring.
Beside him, Biacko, his companion, protector, and friend, also gazed at the scene with eyes filled with wonder. The rest of his dragon companions, who had assud human form through an ancient spell, shared the sa sense of wonder.
Although Cors was just one of many cities in the world, its grandeur was unmatched, and the promise of adventure in this unknown place attracted each of them like bees to nectar.
As they drew closer, the buildings beca more defined, rising toward the sky like colossi of stone and marble. A blend of architectural styles, where Gothic and Baroque intertwined, created a sense of grandeur.
Towers adorned with arches and watchful gargoyles stood like silent guardians, while large windows decorated with vibrant stained glass reflected the evening light, creating a kaleidoscope of shadows and light that danced across the cobblestone streets.
Andrew walked alongside Biacko and the others, feeling the bustle of the port intensify. The sound of waves crashing against the docks mingled with the shouts of rchants haggling over the wares scattered throughout the market.
The sea breeze carried with it the scent of exotic spices and fresh fish, a reminder that they were in a vibrant comrcial heartland. At tis, Andrew paused, enthralled by the surprise of each new discovery.
He gazed at a group of boats of various shapes and sizes, so with colorful sails flapping in the wind and others with hulls of weathered wood. Each vessel seed to have its own story to tell, tales of voyages across unknown seas, of exploration and treasure.
"Look at that," Biacko exclaid, pointing to one building in particular that stood out among all the others. It was an imnse white marble structure, with columns that rose majestically and a do that glittered as if covered in stars.
The Trade House, he was later inford, was the nerve center of trade for the entire region. Andrew felt a shiver run down his spine. The fusion of cultures that could be felt in every corner was fascinating to him; n and won of diverse backgrounds and races conversed in various languages, exchanging goods and smiles.
There was an air of camaraderie that rivaled the robust architecture that surrounded them. As they continued forward, they entered the heart of the market, a labyrinth of stalls covered in vibrant fabrics and curious objects. There were all kinds of wares, from elaborate jewelry to strange creatures preserved in glass jars.
Andrew, and even Biacko, as a dragon, had seen unimaginable treasures, but here, amidst all that humanity, every small find seed to hold a different aning. The vibrancy of life in Cors enveloped him like a warm coat.
The laughter and conversations were occasionally interrupted by the sound of a gong calling for attention. A kindly old man with a snowy beard announced the start of a puppet show, attracting the curious gaze of passersby.
Andrew approached, intrigued, and realized how captivating art could be, a reflection of his joy and pain, his dreams and fears. Suddenly, a group of children ran by him, chasing a bird that had escaped from a cage.
Their laughter echoed in the air, and Andrew felt a spark of happiness within him. These manifestations of life, of beauty, filled his heart with hope. Watching those little ones enjoy the simplicity of a mont was a reminder that, despite their powers and ancient wisdom, there was so much to learn from humanity.
As night fell, the lights began to flicker, illuminating the city with a brilliance that rivaled the stars. Andrew, Biacko, and the other dragons felt like this was just the beginning of their adventure in Cors.
With renewed enthusiasm and hearts filled with wonder, they ventured out to explore the secrets that this tropolis had in store for them. The promise of magic and discovery was in the air, and little by little, the port city was taking their breath away.
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