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Fafnir could rember how he transford into the form he had now taken as his one and only appearance, the giant black dragon.
The pact he had done with the King of Sorrow ran deep within his very heart. The more rotten emotions festered within him.
The more insanity…
It all ca together, giving him the shape and form that embodied his greatest sin, Greed!
And so he beca a black dragon, and so he tornted countless people.
"SIGURD! YOU TRAITOROUS SON!"
And then he appeared before Sigurd, now turned into a black dragon.
"I'LL TAKE IT BACK! MY KINGDOM… MY EVERYTHING IS MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!"
He defeated his son easily, throwing him away with trendous power beyond any human, Sigurd was left completely powerless.
He slaughtered the people cheering for his defeat, eating their souls, and then he grabbed Sigurd and attempted to eat him.
"No! Father! STOP!"
He still could rember; Fafnir could still rember.
That ti he almost got him, that ti he could have finished it all!
If it wasn't for that sword Sigurd had, which pierced his mouth and sohow broke one of his teeth.
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The pain was so strong Fafnir scread, letting him go.
Sigurd grabbed his fang and escaped, running as quickly as he could.
Fafnir gave chase, but inexplicably so, he was never able to find him.
Until years later, when he rested over his pile of gold and wealth, when he ca back.
"Fafnir… Evil Dragon of Greed! I shall slay you today… no matter what!"
"SIGURD! YOU DARE SHOW YOUR FACE BEFORE ?!"
And so they battled for three days and three nights, the unparalleled dragon that grew stronger with more wealth he had, and the hero wielding Gram, a sword forged out of the dragon's fang.
Eventually, however, after having tornted countless people, after having taken away everything he wanted, after having fought alongside the Kingdom of Sorrow's Undead Army…
His heart was pierced by Gram, and he was struck down.
Yet, even in that mont… Fafnir could still recall that disgusting feeling he felt.
When he saw Sigurd crying in front of him…
"I'm sorry father… I'm sorry… Father…"
"Sigurd…"
Sigurd cried his death, hugging his body as it grew colder.
For the first ti, Fafnir felt sothing, a disgusting feeling he wanted to never feel again.
A feeling that made his death all the more miserable…
"You damn… brat… why are you crying?"
His last words were with a small laughter, as he looked at Sigurd's eyes.
"You've beco a fine… hero."
And he died.
Fafnir once more, for the third ti now, faced his death.
And this ti, Planta ensured that it would be the last.
In his dying breath, as his very soul was being split apart into thousands of pieces and vanquished into ashes and nothing else.
He recalled his son as he cried.
"Sigurd…"
He felt that sa disgusting feeling as before…
That disgusting feeling he wanted to forget.
What was it?
"Ah… that's right…"
He looked into the blue sky as Planta swung her blade down.
"I'm… sorry…"
SLASH!
And so Fafnir was vanquished a third ti, and this ti, he would never return.
BOOOM!
His entire body crumbled and exploded into ashes as his soul was completely destroyed.
"Haahh…" Planta sighed, looking at the dragon's final death. "Go rest in peace, old king."
At the end, his fragnt and ashes beca small spiritual seeds she planted across the plains, her powers expanding everywhere, cleansing the nether that had infested the grasslands.
FLAAASH!
As they covered the entire plains with the remains of Fafnir now turned into soil and plants, her Domain expanded rapidly, reaching the surviving Undead and then greatly weakening them.
Without Fafnir anymore in this world, the buff the undead had that turned them into giant undead dragons was swiftly dispelled and they quickly returned to their normal appearances.
Like this, with Rita's help and Planta's Domain, they were killed in a matter of seconds, and Florie was able to destroy all gates as well.
"Lady Planta… that was amazing!" Acorn said.
"I'm amazed by how strong you've grown…" Nieve smiled. "Thank you for coming to our aid…"
"Y-Yeah I really thought I would die back then, ugh… Maybe I shouldn't have been so reckless and co here to help," Johanna sighed.
"Ah, no, thank you for coming here to help Johanna," Planta said. "You risked your life to co here and everything, and helped Acorn and Nieve survive too. You have my thanks."
"A-Ah, well! If that's the case then it's fine…" said Johanna while feeling good to be praised.
"I wish I could have helped so more in the battle…" Nieve sighed. "But I was so tired…"
" too…" Acorn nodded.
"It's fine, you fought so much already," Planta said with comforting words. "Thank you for protecting the forest this entire ti, I'm really, truly grateful. I ended coming here only to clean when you had already done most of the job, if anything I feel really bad…"
"But-"
RUMBLE!
Suddenly, before they could speak anymore, a huge tremor erged, as a gigantic being within the forest of beginnings materialized, and began clashing against the tree itself.
"W-What is that thing?! It's made out of black wood?!" Acorn cried.
"No, there's more monsters coming even after this?!" Nieve desperately asked.
"That's… that presence is without a doubt…!" Johanna muttered.
"Yeah, it's him," Planta nodded. "I'm already there, with three other Avatars I sent to fight him. One of them has rged with my tree body. I usually can't manipulate it, it stiff as a tree… but when I rged my avatar with it, I was sohow able to beco it, and move it to my will. This'll be today's last battle.
Don't relax yet, but don't co to help either, stay here and let's and see how the battle goes. I have a plan."
"A-A plan?" Acorn wondered. "Then we'll trust you, Lady Planta."
"Whatever plan my liege has made must be a genius one," nodded Nieve confidently.
"Hmm…"
Although Planta was with them, she was fully concentrating her mind in that battle.
Because it was unexpectedly harder than she thought.
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