Chapter 247: A mighty punch (1/2)

Following the sound back to its source, Roas gasped in a mixture of horror and fright. Even though he was a brave and proud member of his tribe, not to mention a deeply devoted servant of his new, young master, but seeing that one of the stone guardians, the dreaded, demonic gargoyles began to stir, and awaken from its eternal slumber, was something he couldn't just simply watch with a stoic outlook on his face.

”[Orc] Y-young master! Look!” He pointed up to the lightly shaking, stirring stone figurine perched above them towards the right. A black, ominous aura surrounded the grey, stone gargoyle. ”...I-I think it's coming alive!”

”[Orc] Interesting... ” Aiden muttered, as he focused on the statue as it slowly started to awaken. Contrary to just a few minutes ago when these figures were clearly just lifeless carvings made out of some type of stone-like material, there was a massive change inside of it.

A few moments ago, when the first sounds could be heard, a small, tiny seedling made out of the same type of dark energy that barred their attempt to step inside the massive structure seemingly appeared out of nowhere inside it, serving as its core. Moments later, this tiny seedling of energy sprouted several veins that rapidly traversed the entire insides of the figurine, reaching from its furthest toes to the top of its head, all the way to its sharp, deadly horns.

Another short moment later, massive amounts of dark energy began to ooze out from the tiny seedling, traversing through the newly sprouted veins, creating a circulatory system. The energy kept flowing through the body using the newly made paths and slowly, but surely it began to 'pump' a sort of life into the lifeless body.

Although in this sense, life wasn't an accurate word, as by the sense of definition the stone gargoyle was never a living being, it's merely being animated by the use of some sort of dark ritual.

”[Orc] M-master! Y-you have to get inside! These beings are incredibly powerful; their only purpose is to kill and destroy! Please, just escape inside, I will do my best to hold them up whilst the master is searching for his friend!” Turning towards his young master, Roas grabbed Aiden's shoulders and shook him. His words carried an obvious fear, he obviously feared these elite guardians created by the demonic overlords.

However, there was something else in his voice. That fear wasn't projected towards his own life, no, he did not care if he would die, as long as he could serve his purpose and protect his young master, that gave him his hope back. Just like before with the warding on the door, as long as he could be useful, he wouldn't mind sacrificing his own existence. He would do so, gladly.

Seeing his servant being so determined to save him, Aiden couldn't help but smile at the broad, robust orc.

Grabbing his hands, he gently removed them from his shoulders, and looked Roas in the eye with his gentle, friendly smile on his face.

Shaking his head, he calmly responded.

”[Orc] No, Roas, I will not run away. I will never escape, I will never leave you alone. I promised that I will be there for you, that I will help you when you will need it. I don't want a simple puppet, I want a faithful servant. No, I want a friend.”

Shifting his attention towards the now shaking, and vibrating, ominously glowing stone figure, he continued. As he spoke, his eyes began to glow in a golden hue, marking his activation of his [Draconic Heritage]. His features slowly began to change, his arms that sported this dark green, almost brownish color began to equip a golden gradient, turning brighter as it reached his hands, that now sported fingers ending in thick, dark claws. The barely visible slight bumps in his back sprung tall similarly golden scaled wings, and from the lower reaches of his back, a long, golden-scaled tail sprung out, plopping down on the ground.

His draconic aura also unfolded, descending around them, engulfing a large portion of the forefront of the building as his own territory.

His voice several octaves lower, it carried a mighty, majestic power, thundering around them boisterously with each spoken word.

”[Orc] I will show these pathetic rats, hiding in the shadows, who they are actually messing with. How dare they send such petty measly little toys against us!”

Meanwhile, the energy traversing through the gargoyle, reached its peak, making the previously impossible feat possible, forcing it to slowly stand up from its eternal crouching posture, and turn towards Aiden who now was in his almost complete, Dragonoid form, and the still stumped Roas. The sockets that would serve as its eyes suddenly lit up with a dark rose-tinted hue.