Chapter 36: 36. Drak’thar
Yuki’s heart pounded as she clutched the hilt of her Kanata and lowered her gaze to the ground. But Owen stood his ground, wings spread, his golden eyes locked onto the red dragon’s gaze.
"I’m....Owen" he said. "And this is Yuki."
The Red dragon’s eyes flicked to Yuki, then back to Owen.
"A dragon tad by a human? How Disrespectful" the red dragon growled as the pressure intensified.
Ding—!
[You’re under the aura pressure of a SS-Rank Greater dragon]
Owen in disbelief used his [dragon eyes] to scan and got so of the info of the red dragon
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[Red Dragon : Fey’rath]
[Specie: Greater Dragon]
[Rank: SS]
[HP: 150,000]
-Atk: 45,500
-Def: 25,000
-Agi: 75,000
-Mana:100,000
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"Preposterous!" Fey’rath roared, breaking Owen’s activation of his dragon eye. "How dare you little brat gaze upon
with [dragon eyes]!?"
Yuki’s hand moved to her katana, but Owen’s voice stopped her.
"Don’t. If this dragon wanted us dead, we’d already be dead"
The red dragon tilted its head. "you’re damn right about that, little brat"
Owen stiffened, shocked that his telepathic speak to Yuki had been heared by the red dragon.
"It’s all magic, brat. I won’t be a greater dragon if I couldn’t Feel the flow of yours"
Then flas and steam resulted from the dragon’s body as the vapour and light obscured vision, his large silhouette started shrinking then when the vapour resided, a middle age woman, curvy and busty in more ways than Yuki ways, in a long red robe that barely hid her breats and spiky red hair that has two red horns protruding from her scalp, she stood where the red dragon had stood.
Yuki’s mouth fell open.
Owen blinked. "Holy... those are even bigger than Yuki’s-..."
"Finish that thought and I’ll roast you alive, brat". Fey’rath said flatly.
Owen’s mouth snapped shut.
"Now you shall answer my questions, how did this..." Fey’rath said, pointing at Yuki. "...Co to be"
Owen nodded slowly. "She....I....we made a pact"
The dragon’s eyes widened.
"Hmmm, seems plausible, I don’t feel the master slave connection a proper ta would have with it’s master, from you two" fey’rath said and she folded his arms
"But be that as it may, you are going to co with . Not only did I witness you manipulate ti, I sense royal bloodline from you, and it just so happened...the dragon king’s egg is missing."
A silence followed as Fey’rath scanned Yuki and Owen with an intensity that sent shivers down their spines.
Fey’rath then straightened up, her presence still overwhelming despite her human form. "I am Fey’rath, Fifth of the Dragon King’s Greater Dragons. And you, little brat, are coming with
to the Dragon Kingdom. Now."
Owen wanted to argue. Wanted to refuse. But the look in Fey’rath’s eyes, and the sheer power radiating from her, told him refusal wasn’t an option.
He glanced at Yuki. "We don’t have a choice"
Yuki nodded weakly, still struggling to breathe under the residual pressure. "I know."
Fey’rath’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Smart. Follow
then."
Flas erupted again, and Fey’rath’s human form expanded, her body twisting and growing until the massive red dragon stood before them once more.
She lowered her wing. "Climb on, human. Unless you’d prefer I carry you in my claws like prey."
Yuki swallowed hard and climbed onto Fey’rath’s back, gripping the dragon’s scales tightly. They were scorching hot, almost burning through her gloves, but not quite.
"Hold on tight" Fey’rath rumbled. "And brat, keep up. If you fall behind, I’m not coming back for you! Hahaha!"
Owen spread his wings. "I can keep up."
"We’ll see"
Then she launched into the sky with explosive force.
They flew for what felt like hours.
Owen flew beside Fey’rath, his smaller baby dragon form dwarfed by her massive wingspan. Even pushing himself, he struggled to match her speed. But with the [montum shift] he was able to keep up.
"Damn it. The size difference is too much."
Yuki clung to Fey’rath’s back, her eyes wide as they soared over the Kingdom of Averion: forests, rivers, villages, and eventually, mountains that seed to pierce the clouds themselves.
Fey’rath dove toward one particular mountain, a colossal structure with waterfalls cascading down its sides and caves carved into its face.
But as they drew closer, the air Trembled.
And then, reality twisted.
The mountain split open, not physically, but dinsionally. A tear in space revealed a hidden realm beyond.
"The Dragon Kingdom" Fey’rath announced. "Few mortals have ever seen it. Consider yourself privileged, human."
She flew through the dinsional tear.
And Yuki gasped.
The Dragon Kingdom, Drak’thar, was breathtaking.
It was a pocket dinsion nestled within the mountains, a vast realm of floating islands connected by bridges of crystallized mana. Waterfalls defied gravity, flowing upward into the sky. The air itself glowed with magic, making Yuki’s skin tingle.
And everywhere she looked, there were dragons.
Hundreds of them.
So soared through the skies in their true forms, massive, majestic creatures of every color imaginable. Red, blue, green, black, silver, gold, white. Their scales glittered like gemstones in the twilight of the pocket dinsion.
Others walked below in humanoid forms, conversing, laughing. So wore elaborate robes like Fey’rath. Others wore armor. So stood around naked, just their natural draconic features, horns, tails, wings, and buttocks on full display.
It was a civilization.
A dragon civilization.
Owen stared in awe, montarily forgetting his exhaustion. "This... this is incredible"
But as they flew deeper into the kingdom, he noticed sothing.
So Dragons were staring at him.
So looked confused. Others looked shocked. A few looked openly hostile.
One silver dragon in humanoid form, a tall man with ice-blue eyes, pointed at Owen and whispered urgently to his companion. Another, a massive green dragon in full form, veered closer mid-flight, its serpentine eyes narrowing as it studied Owen’s black scales and golden eyes with intense scrutiny.
A group of young dragons in humanoid form stopped their conversation entirely to gawk at him as he passed.
Owen shifted uncomfortably. "Why are they staring at
like that? Do I have sothing on my face?"
"Ignore them..." Fey’rath said curtly. "Your bloodline, your aura is... unusual. They’re curious. And suspicious."
"Suspicious? Of what?"
"Of what you are..." Fey’rath’s said with an unreadable tone. "Black scales and golden eyes... that combination belongs to who Rules Us, the Dragon king. And he and his egg is missing, then you show up?"
"Oh..."
"Yeah...Oh, Indeed."
Owen gulped.
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