Chapter 359
The sun hung like a golden coin over Fanache, a forest of surreal beauty where the trees possessed bark as white as fresh snow and leaves that shimmered with a vibrant, emerald intensity.
Despite its name….the air this morning was uncharacteristically mild, carrying the scent of blooming orchids and damp loam.
It was a place of beauty, a sanctuary for an elven village nestled within its depths.
For the elves of Fanache, life was a delicate balance of serenity and vigilance.
Yet, beneath this tranquility lay a hardened edge.
For generations, the village had been a frequent target for dragon monsters, primal beasts that descended from the jagged peaks of the east to terrorize them.
However, a strange peace had settled over the region.
For four years, not a single scale had glinted in the sunlight; not a single roar had shattered the silence of the glade.
Elven researchers, perched in their high observatories, debated the cause of this reprieve.
Some whispered of a plague, while others feared a gathering of a greater storm.
Yet, none dared to confirm their theories.
To do so would require venturing into the valley of dragons….a jagged, desolate chasm where the bones of heroes littered the ground like fallen leaves.
It was a place of guaranteed death.
Because of this, the peace was treated not as a blessing, but as a period of uneasy preparation. They remembered the incident five years ago too well….the fire, the screams, and the blood that had stained the bark of the forest.
On this particular morning, the illusion of safety was shattered by a single, frantic sound.
The bronze alarm bell in the eastern watchtower let out a discordant wail.
Its vibrations rippled through the trees, startling flocks of colorful birds into the sky.
High atop the tower, the watchman’s knuckles were white as he gripped the railing.
His eyes were fixed on the eastern horizon, where the sky met the cursed valley.
A dark speck had appeared against the cloudy azure backdrop.
It did not move with the erratic flutter of a bird or the slow drift of a cloud.
It moved with a purposeful, terrifying speed, growing larger with every heartbeat.
It was a silhouette of nightmare proportions, a shape that blotted out the sun as it approached.
"Evacuate!" the watchman screamed, his voice cracking.
"To the shelters! Move!"
The village, usually in a bustle of activity quickly descended into disciplined chaos.
Mothers scooped up children, and elders were ushered toward the subterranean stone bunkers. Simultaneously, the village’s defenders….the knights and mages….sprang into action.
These were not mere militia.
They were the blessed of the goddess Skadi, who lived among them.
Having received the Blessing of Falna, these elves possessed strength and magic far beyond the mortal norm.
They eschewed the title of "adventurer," finding it a bit too rugged and graceless for their tastes, preferring the noble distinctions of Knight and Mage.
They formed a defensive line at the village’s edge, their armor gleaming and their staves humming with gathered magic.
The commander, an elf of many centuries, stood at the center, his eyes narrowed as the silhouette drew closer.
However, as the shadow loomed, the commander’s resolve began to crumble.
The sheer scale of the creature was becoming apparent.
It wasn't like the usual dragon monster they knew; it was a titan.
Its wingspan seemed to bridge the gap between mountains, and the aura it radiated was a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed down on their very souls.
Several of the older elves, veterans of a hundred skirmishes, suddenly collapsed.
Their bows fell from trembling fingers; their knees hit the dirt.
"It can't be..." one whispered, his voice thick with horror.
"The One-Eyed Black Dragon? Has it come for us?"
The mere mention of the name sent a shockwave of despair through the ranks.
Every elf knew the story…..the monster that had decimated the Zeus and Hera Familias fifteen years ago, the pinnacle of all disasters.
To see the veterans, the bravest among them, fall into such a state of hopelessness was a death knell for the younger warriors.
They held their weapons, but their hands shook.
If this was the Black Dragon, their spells were nothing more than prayers whispered into a hurricane.
The sky began to darken as the creature moved directly overhead.
The clouds did not merely drift; they parted in a violent surge, as if the heavens themselves were making way for a king.
The wind pressure from the dragon’s wings hit the forest floors, bending the ancient trees and whipping the elves' hair into their eyes.
Then, the descent began.
The dragon dropped through the cloud layer, its full form finally visible.
It was a magnificent, terrifying engine of destruction.
Its scales were not merely black; they were obsidian, polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the terrified faces below.
Its eyes were like twin pits of crimson, glowing with an intelligence that felt cold and predatory.
"A... attack!" the commander finally managed to shout, though it sounded more like a plea than a command.
The brave few responded.
A barrage of elemental fury erupted from the elven line….bolts of crackling lightning, lances of ice, and spheres of concentrated fire.
They streaked through the air, aimed squarely at the dragon’s broad chest.
But the spells never connected.
To the elves' bewilderment, the dragon didn't even bother to dodge or deflect.
The magic seemed to dissipate or miss entirely as the dragon shifted its flight path with an agile grace that defied its size.
Even more confusing was the dragon's expression; it didn't look angry.
It looked... annoyed?
Perhaps even surprised.
Ignoring the frantic defenders, the black dragon glided over the village houses, its shadow a traveling eclipse.
It wasn't interested in the granaries or the residential circles.
Its gaze was fixed on the very heart of the settlement: the clearing of the Sacred Tree.
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While the exterior of the village was a theater of war, the inner sanctum remained eerily still. Here, the Sacred Tree stood, its roots deep in the earth and its canopy pointing at the stars. Beneath its shade, a woman with long, bluish-white hair lay sprawled on a bed of soft moss.
This was Skadi, the patron goddess of the settlement.
She was currently lost in a dream of endless fun, a small bubble of saliva expanding and contracting at the corner of her mouth.
"Lady! Lady Skadi! It’s bad, very bad! Wake up!"
A young elven child, too small to be in the shelters, ran into the clearing, tugging frantically at the goddess's silken robes.
Skadi groaned, her eyes fluttering open with immense reluctance.
"Mmm... five more centuries..." she muttered, swatting at the air.
"The wine isn't even cold yet..."
"It’s an attack! A black dragon is coming!" the child yelled, pointing a trembling finger at the sky.
"Eh? Black dragon?" Skadi sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
She looked up, following the child's gesture, just as the massive silhouette eclipsed the sun above the clearing.
Her blue eyes locked with the dragon’s crimson ones.
For a fleeting second, the dragon seemed to pull back its lips in a terrifyingly smirk.
"What the hell!?" Skadi shrieked, her lazy demeanor vanishing in a flash of panic.
She scrambled to her feet, her sandals slipping on the moss.
"Why is there a dungeon boss in my backyard?!"
She began to pace back and forth comically, clutching her head.
Her mind raced.
As a goddess, she was forbidden from using her Arcanum while living in the mortal world.
To do so would mean immediate deportation back to the heavens.
But if she didn't use it, this dragon would turn her and her beloved elves into a charcoal smudge on the map.
‘If the other gods don’t see it, is it really a violation?’ she thought desperately.
‘Maybe I can just... use a little bit? Just a tiny bolt?’
She quickly shook the thought away.
The other deities would never let it slide, and it would bring more problems than it was worth.
As she spiraled into a panic, the dragon's massive form began to fill the clearing.
It was coming down right on top of her.
The elven knights and mages, having realized the dragon's target, were sprinting toward the Sacred Tree, their faces masks of grim determination.
They wouldn't make it in time.
Swoosh. Swoosh.
CRACK.
The dragon landed.
The impact was like a localized earthquake, sending a shockwave that flattened the grass and forced Skadi to shield her eyes.
The wind from its wings conjured a localized storm, tossing leaves and dust into a blinding whirl.
When the dust finally settled, the dragon stood tall, its head towering over the Sacred Tree.
A heavy silence descended on the clearing.
The elves arrived, panting and exhausted, their weapons raised but their hearts failing them.
Then, the monster spoke.
Its voice was deep, like the grinding of tectonic plates, yet perfectly articulate.
"It has been a long time, Lady Skadi."
Skadi froze, her hands still tangled in her hair.
“Eh? Monsters can talk? And it knows my name? Is this a prank? Who is behind this?”
“Monster?” the dragon retorted, its voice dropping into a huff that sent a cloud of hot air over a nearby flower bed.
“Who are you calling a monster? I spent four years growing this beautiful form to perfection. How dare……” the dragon’s words trailed.
WHACK.
A sharp, metallic sound echoed.
Something had struck the dragon’s head from above.
“Ow! What was that for?” the dragon complained, tilting its head toward its own back.
“Haven't you caused enough chaos?” a sharp, feminine voice rang out from the dragon’s spine. “Look at these poor people! They think the world is ending because you wanted to make a ‘grand entrance.’ It would be a miracle if they even sell us a loaf of bread after this.”
Skadi’s eyes widened.
That voice…..sarcastic, authoritative, and deeply familiar.
“Asta? Is that you?” Skadi squinted at the top of the dragon’s head.
“Yes, it’s me,” the voice replied with a sigh.
“And this silly kid.”
A silhouette leaped from the dragon’s back, performing a mid-air flip before landing lightly on the mossy ground.
It was a woman with a familiar, commanding presence.
"Astaaa!" Skadi wailed, her fear instantly transforming into over-the-top joy.
"You’ve come back to me!"
The goddess launched herself forward, her feet barely touching the ground.
She collided with Aasterinian and buried her face in her chest.
"Oh, I missed you so much! And I missed these... these soft pillows!"
Skadi’s hands began to roam with practiced, albeit highly inappropriate, speed toward Aasterinian’s curves.
THWACK.
Aasterinian’s expression didn't change, but her tail….flickering behind her….suddenly lashed out, delivering a sharp thwack to Skadi’s backside.
“Ouch!” Skadi yelped, jumping back and rubbing her rear.
Instead of being offended, she let out a disturbingly giddy giggle.
“Hehehe, even your punishments are as stimulating as ever. You haven't changed a bit!”
"Ahem."
The dragon let out a low, vibrating growl, drawing their attention back to the massive obsidian beast.
"What is it, you ugly lizard?" Skadi snapped, making a shooing gesture with her hand.
"Shoo! Go find a cave or a princess to kidnap. The grown-ups are talking."
Despite her dismissive words, Skadi had already pieced it together.
Five years ago, Aasterinian had passed through this village accompanied by a young man named Draco.
At the time, Draco had been humanoid, though clearly not ordinary.
To see him now, in this gargantuan, terrifying form, was a shock she chose to mask with her usual brand of pettiness.
She remembered the trouble they’d caused before leaving for the valley of dragons….an exit that had coincided with the end of the monster attacks.
The dragon….Draco…..let out a long, weary sigh.
"Ugh. I don't have the energy to argue with you, lady Skadi. I haven't eaten for four years straight."
His body began to glow with a dull, internal light.
A series of sickening crunches and cracks filled the air as his massive body began to fold and shrink.
The obsidian scales retracted, melting back into skin.
"Just... please," Draco’s voice became more normal as his size diminished.
"Get me some clothes. A towel, some pants, a rug….literally anything to cover my crotch so I can finish turning back without scarring the children."
He paused, his red eyes flickering toward a table set by the sacred tree.
"And food. Lots of food. I will pay of course” he pleaded.
The elven knights and mages stood frozen, their staves still glowing, their mouths agape.
They watched as the harbinger of their doom crumpled into a naked, exhausted young man.
Skadi looked at Draco, then at the stoic Aasterinian, and finally at her bewildered people.
She let out a loud, boisterous laugh that echoed through the clearing.
"Well!" Skadi clapped her hands together.
"You heard the lizard-boy! Bring some pants and a banquet! We have guests!"
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