The noise from the two larger dragons trying to put their will above the other just added to the fear Midnight and Onyx held. She was too small compared to the other two dragons that had lived for hundreds of years. She was also too weak. She knew that one of them could stomp down in their anger and she would be gone for good. She and Onyx might not make it out alive.
Onyx had the sa feelings. He had the skill and he was going to use it. He had been told by everyone including Walker, that the only ti he should use it was when he was in major danger and far away from the rest of the party. The call for a hero skill. Onyx and Scylla had gained this skill when they helped the party in the forest elf training.
Onyx may have been a mber of the party but he did not have a hero title and therefore, received the call for a hero skill. This was even better though, now he could call on the party from where they were and hopefully they would be brought here faster. If he rembered the skill description correctly, there was only the downside The situation had to be dire. For Midnight and Onyx, the situation of being stuck in between two angry fighting dragons was dire. The hope was that the world would see it too.
The two scread out with all their might. The drastically warped hiss and the loudest roar that Midnight could muster ca together. The sound was small in comparison to what the two larger
Dragons still openly arguing. But Onyx had managed to use the skill even with the dependent requirents. The natural mana around them pulsed slightly.
The party was on the move faster than they had ever climbed and ran. The wandering blacksmith was just as determined as he pushed up the mountain. The hyper alert looks on their faces made them jump and prepare for battle at every single stone dropping. It was clear that they were on edge but even more so that they were expecting the worst from the dragon that had just solen Mindnight and Onyx from them. Not that it knew it had taken Onyx.
When Walker, who was at the lead of the group, stopped, the party was expecting the worst. "Feel-" There was no ti for Walker to tell the party about the pulse in the natural mana and the sudden feeling of spatial magic in front of them.
"So you are the ones that have dragged from my OWN pocket dinsion to teleport you? Ugh, kids. I hate quests you know. But no matter what dinsion or world I go to I have to be bound to the worlds' system. Not that it's a bad thing but it's a lot of work getting levels up when you surpass four hundred."
There was a seemingly faceless man in front of them. The only way that Walker discerned this was a man was due to the voice he had heard complaining. On top of this, the only thing they could see was a black cloak. Nothing other than that could be seen. It was the perfect way to hide what he looked like.
"Co on brats, I will teleport you all to that screaming snake and dragon then leave. And so you won't bother again take these scrolls. I hate being taken from my dinsion. I am almost able to create a planet in my space. If I hadn't been pulled away I could already be done with that!" The man threw a bundle of at least five scrolls at Walker and then waved a hand creating a white tear in space.
"Walke through here and you will be at whatever is screaming in my ears. That stupid will of the world quest calls on for the dumbest things. Penalty for not completing the quest, screaming of the victims until you save them or complete the quest. Ugh, no one else seems to have penalties!" The man was rambling while the party was still frozen. However, Walker could feel that Midnight and Onyx were through the white tear in front of them. The man may be a mystery and so was the way he used his skills to create spatial magic tears. But that was worthless at the mont. Walker could only think about Midnight and Onyx.
"Move it move it move it. Yes, I am the dinsional step Alabaster. Yes, the stories are true. Yes, I have been alive for over four hundred years. Yes, I can step through dinsions. Yes, I am over level four hundred. And no you can not be my apprentice. Heard enough? Then MOVE!" there was anger in his voice and a force started to push all of them through the white tear.
"Thank you for your service in completing my quest. Never call again and never let the world call again. Bye brats!" The white tear closed and the dinsional step Alabaster was gone. Nothing by a wisp of steam left in the air from his voice. Little did he know that the stories about him had been degraded so far that not even childrens' story books had him in them. Only the oldest books spoke of him and they were rare after so many years since he had vanished from the world.
While Alabastor left to return to where he had been before the system had interrupted his attempted experints, the party felt as if they were no longer anywhere. The pure white that sohow seed to be moving around them was suffocating. Both in the aning that it felt too close and stifling and in the fact that there was no air.
For a fraction of a second, they felt that they had been trapped sohow and would die themselves, but in the blink of an eye, everything had changed. They were no longer in front of a mountain, instead, the sight that greeted them was terrifying.
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