Whizzzd!
The conquerors, their faces etched with a mix of grief and defiance, turned their heads as a spatial anomaly rippled through the air. The very fabric of reality tore open, revealing a swirling portal.
From its depths, Drakon, his usually jovial deanor replaced by a grim determination, and Aaron, now standing a towering 6'3 feet, erged.
"You?"
Havoc, the second Abyssal Lord, whispered, his voice barely audible.
The sight of Aaron, transford and radiating an almost palpable aura of power, left them stunned.
Drakon and Aaron's eyes swept across the room, settling on Erika, who sat on the ground, her shoulders trembling. The air around her was thick with sorrow, a palpable weight that pressed down on everyone present.
"Sothing happened to Partner," Drakon said, his voice a low growl, each word laced with a dark intensity. "I can't feel our connection... So we're here to find out what happened."
"The Ruler is gone." Havoc said, his voice barely audible.
The words hung in the air, heavy and final.
Then, an unexpected sound erupted – laughter. Drakon and Aaron burst into a cacophony of mirth, their laughter echoing through the devastated room, a stark contrast to the somber mood.
The conquerors stared, bewildered, their grief montarily forgotten in the face of this bizarre reaction.
After a full minute of unrestrained laughter, Drakon's expression shifted, his eyes hardening. "Do you really believe that?" he asked, his voice sharp and challenging.
Tyson, his face etched with pain, looked up. "But... Eris told us Michael is dead."
Drakon raised a hand, silencing him. "Okay, okay, okay," he said, his tone regaining its usual calm edge.
"She said Partner is dead, so what? Do you think death can stop my partner? It's true we can't sense or feel him, but that doesn't an he's truly gone. I believe he'll return..."
A warm smile spread across his face, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "For now, we just need to teach these monsters so manners, and wait for his return... Not stay here and cry like a child who lost his candy." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the group. "Where are Mira and Maria?"
"They are in VRG, the ga city," Jennifer answered, her voice still laced with grief.
"Okay, that's good... Co on, Erika... Clean up those tears, don't let that fool, who thinks he's the Ruler, look down on you or Michael."
Erika remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground, her body still wracked with silent sobs.
"Co on," Drakon pressed, his voice softer now. "Do you want Michael to lose face? Do you want his enemies to see you in this state? How will Partner feel?"
A mory flashed through Erika's mind:
["Michael: I won't let anything happen to you, Mira, Maria, and Jennifer... I'll always be with you."]
The words, spoken with unwavering conviction, echoed in her ears. Slowly, her lips curved into a determined smile, and she clenched her fists, her resolve hardening.
"My love might not be with us, but I won't let these fools look down on him," she declared, her voice filled with a newfound strength. She stood, her gaze now resolute.
"That's my girl... Don't worry, we're here to help. I've also sent ssages to the other realms. After taking care of their problems, they'll move to the first realm... No matter what happens, we'll get through this."
Erika's smile deepened, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes. "You are a good friend, Drakon."
"Nay! Partner saved , why would I let his world be destroyed by so fool...? Typhon might be stronger than all of us, but if he sees the force waiting outside, he'll know we aren't pushovers."
"Force?" Tyson asked, his brow furrowed.
"Co on," Aaron said, his voice calm and steady, as he turned and walked out of the villa. The group exchanged confused glances, but followed him.
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Drakon, Aaron, and the conquerors stepped out into the huge compound, only to find it seemingly empty.
"There's nothing here," Rahond said, his voice filled with confusion.
"Really?" Aaron smirked, clapping his hands together.
BOOOOM!!
The ground trembled violently, and the air crackled with raw energy. The very space above and below them tore open, revealing a series of shimring gateways.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
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A torrent of figures poured out from the gateways, filling the sky. Hell-demons, their eyes glowing with infernal fire, surged forth, their wings beating in unison. Dragons, their scales shimring like a thousand jewels, soared through the air, their roars echoing across the villa. Michael's Archangels, their dark wings casting long shadows, descended, their presence radiating an aura of imnse power. From the gateways below, a diverse army erged – demons, elves, dragons, and humans, a coalition forged in loyalty, and promise to Michael.
The conquerors' jaws dropped, their eyes wide with disbelief. The sheer number of soldiers was staggering, a sea of warriors stretching as far as the eye could see, their presence casting an endless shadow over the villa.
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Arisa's president, Commander Wang, and Joker, who were rushing to the villa, slamd on their brakes, their vehicles screeching to a halt 100 ters away. They stared, their eyes wide with disbelief, at the millions of soldiers filling the sky above the villa.
"Co on!" Joker yelled, his voice filled with a mix of awe and determination. He slamd his foot on the accelerator, his car roaring to life as he sped towards the villa. Commander Wang and the president followed close behind, their minds reeling from the spectacle before them.
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"This?" Erika stamred, her voice barely a whisper.
"These are more... The others will be coming with the rest," Aaron said, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Coming with the rest?" Violet repeated, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror. She looked up at the endless sea of airborne figures, then down at the countless soldiers on the ground. "The rest?"
"Don't worry, we're in this together... Sir Michael helped us, so it's normal for us to help him."
A young woman, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Erika, approached the group, a warm smile on her face.
"Nora?" Erika gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Hi, Erika," Nora said, her smile widening. She embraced Erika, her touch warm and comforting.
"The other celestial kings aren't here... They'll be here soon," she added, before stepping back.
"Thanks," Erika said, her voice filled with gratitude.
"I see everyone is getting along," a voice said, drawing their attention.
Erika and the group turned to see a young woman with crimson hair and eyes, her features undeniably demonic, yet her presence exuded a strange warmth.
"Oh! Let introduce you guys!" Aaron said, stepping forward and placing an arm around the woman's waist. "Guys... This is my wife, Emily."
"Oh?" The conquerors exchanged surprised glances, but quickly offered their greetings.
"Hi, Emily."
"Hi everyone. Erika, I've heard a lot about you... Don't worry, we're in this together," Emily said, her voice filled with sincerity.
"Oh! This will be interesting!" a hybrid woman declared, her voice filled with excitent. She carried a massive broadsword slung over her shoulder.
The group turned to see the hybrid, a striking combination of dwarf and demon.
"Don't mind her... She's Modena, my first Lord," Aaron said. "The old-looking guy standing beside her is my second Lord, Dolor."
Tyson observed Dolor, who carried a sheathed sword, and nodded in acknowledgnt.
"I see soone isn't introducing ," a deep voice rumbled.
The group turned to see a figure landing beside Aaron, his form shifting and solidifying.
"This is Protean... My brother and right-hand man," Aaron said, his voice filled with pride.
"Thank you for coming," Jennifer said, her voice still filled with disbelief.
"Don't worry, anywhere he goes... I follow," Protean said, his smile warm and reassuring.
"It seems it's my turn," Drakon said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"There's no need to introduce us," two voices said in unison.
Annabelle, Drakon's younger sister, and Carina, Drakon's aunt, approached Jennifer and Erika, embracing them warmly.
"So good seeing you again," Annabelle said, her smile radiant.
"Sa," Erika replied, her grief montarily forgotten. She looked at Moana and Sir Garrett, who stood behind Drakon, their expressions serious.
"Please, excuse us!!"
A familiar voice sounded, drawing their attention.
"Uh?"
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