Book 4: Chapter 101 (1/2)
Akando swallowed and stared out at the beach. Right before his very eyes, a massive behemoth was growing. It was golden, made of stones. The vehicles that the foreign invaders had arrived in were tiny in comparison to the one his great god was creating. He gripped the shaft of his axe and swallowed again. Even though he had been blessed by the god multiple times, and his strength had risen to inhuman levels, he still felt tiny in the great god’s presence. When Flying Serpent demonstrated his powers of creation, it reminded Akando of his own mortality. He couldn’t help but shout, “Praise Flying Serpent!”
“Praise Flying Serpent!”
Hundreds of thousands of natives had gathered, and more were arriving with every passing second. All the leaders—whether they be priests, village heads, or the chiefs of tribes—had received an oracle as long as they were within sight of any golden statue that Vur had erected earlier. The messenger was a spirit rabbit, and the message was simple: The great god is tired of his lands being invaded by foreigners; he’s going to deal with them once and for all by attacking their homeland; send your greatest warriors to the beaches.
“Board the vehicles!”
Prika hovered in the air, flapping her wings. On top of her head, Vur was in his human form, sitting with his legs crossed. With the help of Diamant, he manipulated the rocks far below in the ocean, constructing ship after ship, each one larger than a dragon. They rose up to the surface like bubbles, water cascading out of holes in the ship once they emerged. When the ships were emptied of water, the holes on their bodies sealed themselves, and a ramp extended from the stern of the ship towards the beach, allowing the natives to board them without trouble. Prika furrowed her brow upon seeing thousands of natives entering a boat. “Are you sure that thing won’t sink? It’s made out of rocks. I don’t want my new source of romance novels to drown immediately after I got them.”
“It’s impossible for anything to sink in the ocean when Mistle doesn’t want it to,” Vur said.
Prika scratched her snout. “You know, I never expected you to get so strong,” she said, rolling her eyes up to look at Vur. “Look at you, creating things and being worshipped as a god. It feels like just the other day you were still a baby, and now you can catch a meteor in your sleep. Sure, my meteors aren’t as strong as your gramps’ meteors, but still, didn’t you struggle while dealing with his? It’s not like I’m bitter or anything.”
Vur raised an eyebrow and lowered his head, meeting Prika’s gaze. “I’m a dragon, and dragons get stronger the more they sleep, and I’ve been sleeping a lot recently.”
“Dragons get stronger the more they sleep?” Prika asked. She snorted. “Who told you that nonsense?”
“My dad did.”
Prika blinked twice. “Did I say nonsense? You must’ve misheard. I didn’t say anything at all.” She cleared her throat. “Anyway, why are you listening to that talking food? What’s the point of bringing all these people across the ocean? They’ll just slow us down.”