Kael once again appeared in the mory space, where the ethereal figures of the eight previous Primordial Lions were present.
He looked at each of them, trying to decide which one’s mories he would check this ti.
It had been so ti since he actively tried to experience the mories of his predecessors.
The last ti he did, it had led to him having an identity problem, causing him to attack his lionesses.
Since then, he had evolved into tier 3 and had gotten stronger, he felt that he would be able to handle it.
After so thinking, he decided to settle with Noel’s. Kael was very curious about the lives of the lions before Noel, but checking them wasn’t really practical at the mont.
Noel and Derylia were the two Primordial lions closest to his era. Whatever happened during their ti would have so lingering effects on the current generation of lions.
The rest, however, had lives that had been lived long ago. Even if there were actions that they did to affect Kael’s ti, it wouldn’t be significant.
With that thought, he focused his attention on Noel’s golden figure. Sotis, Kael would be forced to experience mories he had already experienced before. He hoped that this ti he would see sothing new.
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Noel stood in his lion form in a barren land. The soil beneath his large paws had completely lost its ability to be fertile.
His golden mane waved erratically in the harsh wind, giving him an imposing appearance.
Behind him, as far as the ordinary eye could see, were lions and lionesses. Hordes of them, terrifying and vicious, their numbers were innurable.
Lions of different lionhearts were present, big and small. There were more lionesses than lions but that was irrelevant, the number of lions alone couldn’t be estimated.
The most shocking thing about this was that all of them had powerful auras that would make any creature not dare to look at them. From the aura alone, one could tell that the weakest lion or lioness in this army was tier 3.
Yet despite the power each of them possessed, they had a look of weariness on their face. Their eyes were filled with uncertainty as they looked up at the sky, staring at the sa thing Noel was looking at.
Far up above, the blue sky had shattered…literally. Space fragnts, mirror-looking pieces of reality, orbited around a dark portal with fractured edges.
The dark portal seed to breathe in and out as its gravitational force would rhythmically pull on objects before letting them go.
The portal had an aura of oppressiveness as if anything coming out of it was already expecting all creatures to bow before it made its appearance.
Noel, whose eyes could see past the dark visage of the portal, thundered, "They are coming!"
His words made the lions readjust their stance as they prepared themselves for battle. So even had their bodies shaking, not from fear, but anxiousness. They were not sure if they would win this battle.
*WHOOSH!*
A figure shot out of the portal gate, followed by another, then another, then another. All of them were of imnse size.
So had scales of varying colors, black, white, green, red, blue, and more. Four powerful limbs that ended in sharp claws and two or more large bat-like wings on their backs.
Their horse-like heads were adorned with horns and most of them had flas leaking out of their nostrils.
Dragons.
Their numbers, just as innurable as the lions, covered the sky. Each of them released shrill and deep roars, roars that carried a hint of their oversized ego.
The lions below, not willing to be outdone, began to roar to the sky. The combined roars of so many powerful lions shook the earth and caused space to shift.
For so ti, the two sides did nothing but roar at each other. They were waiting, stalling, so could already tell they wouldn’t survive to tell tales about this war.
The dragons dared not fly down to et these lions who were just as terrifying as they were.
"Enough!" Noel shouted. Instantly, the lions seized their roars. The dragons also stopped roaring, seeing their enemies suddenly go quiet.
Noel turned to the vast horde of lions, "In another tiline, we could have been allies with them.
Yet, the foolish mistakes of my predecessor have co back to haunt us all. The abomination has turned his claws at us and the dragons support him.
Our own blood wishes to see our demise, he wishes for our extinction. Worst of all, they have hindered us from completing The Conquering, and we cannot forgive them for this.
He has made his judgnt and has sentenced us to extinction.
Well, let us see who goes extinct first."
Noel’s words were not ant to boost their morale, for this kind of battle, there was no need to. All of the fighters involved knew the reality of what was going to happen, no need to sugarcoat it.
"FOR THE CONQUERING!" Noel roared to the sky, never had his voice sounded so majestic yet full of lancholy and sorrow.
"FOR THE CONQUERING!"
"FOR THE CONQUERING!"
"FOR THE CONQUERING!"
The chants of the lions shook the souls of the dragons. What was The Conquering?
Sothing that shouldn’t be allowed for the sake of peace to reign in the universe. That was all.
Then a deep and malicious voice sounded out from the portal, "KILL!"
Upon receiving their commands, the dragons flapped their enormous wings, swooping down to engage the lions.
The unified flapping of wings dispersed the clouds instantly and the combined killing intent of dragons pressed down on the mind of the lions.
Noel, seeing this, erupted with tangible might.
His muscles expanded, almost about to explode. His fur straightened and his eyes glowed.
Two magnificent golden wings sprouted from his back, two black-gold demon-like horns grew out of his forehead.
His long lion tail split into five, and at the end of each tail was a fla of different color.
Noel’s aura began to rise and thicken, the earth beneath him cracked just from trying to handle the rising mass of his existence.
Noel flapped his wings, shooting to the sky like a beam of light. The lions behind him needed not to be told twice, their blood was already boiling so bad that they needed to vent even if it cost them their life.
One after the other, billions of lions shot to the sky with whatever ans they had. The air lions spread their wings, the fire lions turned into jet streams, the space lions teleported.
Thorny vines and water whips burst out of the earth like a curtain that wanted to divide the land. Pyramids with terrifying gravitational pull were erected.
Battleships with magic rune inscriptions rose their forms, pointing their cannons at the only enemies in sight.
The resounding roars of the two forces reached the heavens and even the usually indifferent gods peered down to watch.
Next was a battle that broke nurous worlds…literally.
Kael, who observed from a third-person perspective, could barely make sense of what was happening after the two sides clashed.
There was a bright light, then nothing, and then he saw existence shatter into nothingness before rebuilding itself.
Planets with humongous claw marks that stretched through continents flashed in his vision.
From his point of view, it was as if the battlefields were being transported from one place to another.
Kael caught the scene of a giant red dragon opening its mouth and releasing a blast of fire that hit a lion and sent him deep into the planet’s crust. Then the red dragon dissolved into at paste all of a sudden.
The more Kael looked, the more he didn’t understand what was happening. Chaotic, too chaotic.
Barely an hour had passed, and the casualties and lives that had been lost were already incomprehensible.
Lifeforms who knew nothing about the war died before they even understood what was happening. It was either a dragon crashed on their continent, shaking the planet, or a lion engaging in battle and anything weaker than them died in the crossfire.
Planets had been dragged out of orbits and warped to the battlefield to make up for the damaged landmass, at least, that’s what it looked like to Kael.
Tier 3 lions were worse than cannon fodders, dying in droves like ants.
Noel tore through the mass of dragons, leaving behind, blood clouds, torn limbs, and broken wings, floating in the void.
He raced to the dark portal, a wrathful expression on his face, "Abomination! FIGHT !"
More dragons with unknown power levels rushed to block his path but their fates were the sa. Torn to shreds after a flash of golden light.
"FOR THE SAKE OF THE FUTURE GENERATIONS OF LIONS, I CONDEMN YOU!"
The strings of reality broke as Noel forcefully flew faster than the speed of light, shattering the hidden dinsions around him.
With a loud boom, Noel shot into the portal, entering the ho of the dragons.
A lot of lions and lionesses who caught sight of this had sorrowful expressions, their eyes were watery yet they kept on fighting.
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Kael sat up from his lying position, breathing hard. Sweat drenched his body and his hair stuck to his head.
He took deep breaths to calm down, rearranging his mind to focus on the present.
He looked around with a vigilant gaze, observing the resting lionesses.
Whether intentional or not, Kael had once again been reminded of his power or lack thereof.
Tier 3 lions like him were the ones who were killed in the trillions. The ability to survive on that battlefield required a power level that was still far from him.
Just when his arrogance was being built, this mory surfaced.
Tears slid down his cheeks against his will as his heart was fillwd with a sorrow that threatened to drown him.
He wasn’t crying intentionally, It’s just that in the last monts of the mory, he could feel the inner pain Noel felt as he affird himself if the sacrifice he was going to make.
A sacrifice that would cost him.
After so thought, Kael cald down, he wiped the tears from his face. He stood up from Olivia’s side, he could no longer sleep. This particular dream revealed a lot of information to him.
"N’bayé…" Before he left, he called for N’bayé, he needed to vent.
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