Chapter 72 (1/2)

“We’re all set to go?” Lindyss asked as she looked around. Grimmy was sitting on his haunches with Floofykins on his head. A pair of skeletons gathered the fallen magical equipment that Lindyss had lying around. Tafel stood behind Lindyss, taking one last look at the trees she helped inscribe.

“How are we getting there?” Tafel asked. Grimmy and Lindyss turned to look at her.

“You’re teleporting us. Obviously,” Grimmy said as he tilted his head.

“What? Me?” Tafel asked. She stared at the two with her lips parted.

“Of course,” Lindyss said as she dragged her by her arm to Grimmy’s side. “Who else? It’d take too long to fly there.”

“But I don’t know where we’re going…,” Tafel said as she bit her lip. “And I’ve never teleported a dragon before. I don’t have enough mana to do that.”

“It’s fine,” Lindyss said. “We’ll just pour mana into your body while you set up the spell. We want to teleport about 2,000 kilometers in that direction.” Lindyss pointed to the northeast.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Tafel said as she took a step backwards.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Grimmy asked as he stretched his front legs. “That wacky human does it all the time.”

“We could end up hundreds of meters underground and suffocate,” Tafel said as she took another step backwards. “We could end up hundreds of meters above ground and-“

“Fly. Because I’m a dragon,” Grimmy said as he grinned. “If we teleport below ground, we’ll dig. If we teleport into the water, we’ll swim. If we teleport into lava, we’ll… well, you’d probably die, but I’d be fine.”

“I am very much against dying,” Tafel said as she lowered her head.

Lindyss raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to save Vur?” she asked. “How can you hope to be of use to him if you can’t even reach him? If ever a time came where Vur needed you to save him and we weren’t around to help, what would you do?”

Tafel ground her teeth. “Alright,” she said and sighed. “I’ll do it.”

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“W-what is this?” Lillian whispered. She sat with her knees folded under her; her hands were on the floor, supporting her body from behind. Her head was tilted upwards with her lips parted and eyes wide. Cold sweat rolled down her back and she gulped. Michelle, Roy, and Rudolph were in similar positions as Lillian, their backs to the walls. The pope was kneeling with his body shielded by the spirit standing over him. Trent stood in front of Rudolph with a grin plastered on his face. “Amazing,” he whispered as his body shuddered and he licked his lips.

Vur stood in the center of the room with his eyes closed. Waves of black colored light cascaded out of his body, washing over the inhabitants of the room. A layer of black mana obscured the finer details of his body. Scales formed along the aura and two pairs of wings sprouted from his back. The pair on his shoulders looked sharp and dragon-like, while the ones above his waist were rounded and fairy-like.

A bladed tail extended from his coccyx and claws covered his hands and feet. The aura around his head looked dragon-like with a pair of horns on his temples, similar in shape to the ones Yella had. The faintest hint of a golden mustache glowed below his nostrils. His golden slit-eyes opened and shone through the dark aura.