Isolde’s eyes glead. "I am the evidence." The mont she uttered that, Luthor unleashed purple flas. These people were at the top of the world but before the intimidating aura of a Paragon Tier dragon that had killed progenitors in the past, their minds and bodies recoiled in fear.
And what t them next were flas. In an instant, the entire mansion was bathed with searing heat.
Morgana screeched as she was incinerated, alongside Mr. Manhattan who Isolde watched burn into nothing with glacial eyes.
He was Cain’s clone at the end of the day and the vessel primarily responsible for her death. The structure also couldn’t handle the flas and collapsed.
Isolde unfurled a pair of dragon wings, keeping herself afloat as the mansion crumbled. Jas, whose flesh and clothes had burned even when Luthor manipulated his flas not to harm him, hid under the wings of his dragons, both of which protected him from the collapsing mansion.
The flas had avoided them.
Isolde descended slowly, finally landing on a large cent slab. Ebor and Dread looked at the mighty dragon that landed behind Isolde, his height was more than Dread’s entire body length!
Luthor growled. It seed as if it was the land itself that trembled. Ebor cowered in fear but Dread breathed flas at Isolde.
The fla torrent engulfed her with great intensity but when it died down, a naked Jas staggered, his eyes wide with horror as Isolde rely tilted her head like she was more irritated by Dread’s mouth odor than his flas.
’The dragonfire of an apex-level Origin Tier Dragon did nothing to her?!’
Jas’s eyes went blank.
"What a nuisance." Isolde spat as Luthor lowered his head and crushed Dread with his mighty fangs. Blood dripped from the dragon’s mouth as it chewed the smaller dragon before forcing Ebor to the ground with a glare.
Isolde removed her helt and gracefully made her way toward Jas whose eyes widened to the limit at the sight of Isolde’s face.
Her red hair fluttered as purple flas roared around them. The mansion was gone but beyond that, the forest had turned into purple inferno.
Isolde grabbed Jas’ head with one hand, held his shoulder the other and forced him to his knees as the glow in her eyes grew stronger.
Flas literally burned in her irises as she opened her mouth and breathed flas that consud Jas.
Isolde left a kneeling scorched skeleton. It disintegrated into dust that scattered into the wind, and was devoured by the flas.
Luthor took to the skies, breathing flas at everything within his sight while Isolde put on her helt.
She took deep breaths. This was good... Godfrey didn’t have to see her this way. Not this dragon part of her.
She preferred using a spear because It showed her elegance and graceful beauty, nothing like this other side of her.
Her husband needed restraint and she showed him love, teased him, always making sure her presence ward his heart.
But that wasn’t all there was to Isolde Pendragon. After all, she was taught to kill from a young age.
"Luthor... that’s enough." Isolde ordered, forcing Luthor to stop but the entire dungeon was already in flas. A forest that spread for miles was now engulfed in flas that would never stop burning.
Isolde retrieved Luthor and vanished after ensuring he took back his flas.
***
"We’re going through the gate Mr. President." The personal assistant told the president of Argentina who sat at the back of a luxury SUV.
The president nodded. This was a good opportunity he was walking into. It wasn’t every day soone like him got to et Morgana Ouroboros and Mr. Manhattan in the sa place.
This visit might prove useful for his country. His thoughts stopped when the vehicle suddenly screeched to a halt.
"What is it?" He inquired.
"What did you say? Is this a joke?!" His personal assistant gasped as he was making a call.
"What’s going on?" The president frowned, feeling a bit uneasy.
His personal assistant turned to him. "Our security has insisted that we open the windows and see for ourselves."
"See what?!" The president’s frown deepened.
"The Ouroboros dungeon is... is..."
The president needed no further words when his window was brought down and he saw a vast amount of scorched land.
A once lush forest was now a wasteland. A complete wasteland, not even the Ouroboros Mansion was standing.
Wasn’t she having a eting with Mr. Manhattan? What kind of existence could do such a thing to this place?!
His heart grew cold. Whatever they provoked was clearly out for destruction. He doubted Morgana and Mr. Manhattan were alive because they would have given signals requesting reinforcent or seeking safety.
If this was a monster, the gate should have turned black.
It was obvious... two of the western world’s most influential people had died here and one sat on the seat of the Seven Heads.
This would cause a massive upheaval turmoil.
***
In a massive cavern so big it could house the biggest tropolis Earth had, a giant black spider faced off against sothing walking into its cavern.
This spider was pitch black with one crimson eye on her back and eight crimson eyes on her face. She was Neila, the stealer of mories and enchantress of the dark cave.
She was one of the nurous gods across the worlds and one of the most dreaded ones on her world of arachnids.
Those who wandered or were enticed into her cave never got to leave, the hills of bones were evidence but today, she was anxious.
Soone had entered her cave and it was him. The mad god-killer, a madman who had been killing gods and wiping out races.
The devilish monkey. The human fiend. King of slaughter.
Neila screeched as his silhouette lood from one of the entrances into the main cavern. He stood there, his staff over his shoulder, eyes like fire boring holes through her thick carapace.
"We can negotiate." Neila’s sweet voice rang.
Adam sighed. "We can’t."
"I can bring your wife and child back." Neila whispered, her voice echoing as the eye on her back blinked. The mont it did that, Neila caught a deep glimpse into Adam’s mory.
Unfortunately she couldn’t steal them because of his strength but she saw the slaughter. This man was death’s incarnation but before all this was a poor man who saw his family as his world.
A selfish man if you ask her.
"I can..."
"No!" Adam said coldly as his staff appeared above and flattened Neila.
’You’ll regret it. You’ll regret it you vile man... I will... ahhh!’ Neila scread in rage but quickly detached her soul before Adam would use her to strengthen himself even further.
In a way, she had been preparing herself for this day. Her soul went straight for Earth, searching until she found who she wanted.
A woman casually chatted with her son as they drove on the road. The woman looked exactly like Adam’s wife and she was just a normal human.
But the brown-haired boy beside her. The one she called Isaac.
Yes... this could be her vengeance on that bastard.
Neila’s eyes glead as she lood over Isaac’s soul space.
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