He remembered it as if it were yesterday; how could he forget such a day? It was fifteen years ago, during an expedition with his unit, when they were attacked by a dragon. They survived back then thanks to a stroke of luck, but today was different. He had improved and become one of the most powerful mage knights in the empire thanks to his abilities.
"Be careful, everyone, it's a dragon!" shouted Commander Marc Anderson.
"What!? A... a dra... dragon!?" the men of his unit were astonished.
Just a few minutes ago, they had been fighting orcs; now they had to fight a dragon; the situation was looking difficult for them.
"A... dragon," Harsh said softly. The most surprised of all was undoubtedly him, because the man identified as a dragon said he came because of him, even though he didn't know him. The latter asked him incomprehensible questions and then suddenly became hostile, and it bothered him.
"So you were able to recognize my noble human lineage, interesting. But that won't help you because you'll all die like that other piece of trash."
"And you'll tell me everything you're hiding," he said, looking at Harsh.
Dragons looked like large, massive, winged reptiles, and their feet had enormous, sharp claws, razor-sharp and as strong as steel. They possessed many powers, including shapeshifting, which allowed them to transform into humans and blend in with the human population.
But finding a dragon in such an area was difficult because they didn't like to mix with other creatures.
"What's a creature like you doing here?" Commander Marc Anderson asked, as if the dragon's previous remark hadn't affected him.
"One, I have no obligation to answer you, and two, I'm the one asking questions," replied the dragon.
"Since you're not willing to answer me, my subordinate has no obligation to answer you either," said Commander Marc Anderson.
The dragon raised an eyebrow as he listened to Commander Marc Anderson's words, then, suddenly, the pressure, which seemed to have eased, rose again.
Commander Marc Anderson's men automatically took up combat positions. Then, with a single movement, the monsters exploded from several tiny mana spheres the size of a child's fist.
Commander Marc Anderson shouted. "Now, guys." For a while, he had been communicating by sending subtle signals to his subordinates because he was sure that the dragon, confident in its strength, would not react. And that's exactly what happened.
Suddenly, three hundred men, among the five hundred led by Commander Marc Anderson, immediately cast a weakening spell called the Song of Victory. This spell was a specialty of the Southern Monster Extermination Company; it increased the power of all allies by fifty percent and decreased the power of the enemy by fifty percent.
"That's what you think you can stop me with." Just then, the commander used his sonic displacement spell and delivered a powerful upward sword slash at the dragon. The dragon reached out to block the attack, but the power of the blow knocked it back a few steps. Commander Marc Anderson attacked again and again while his opponent retreated. As the latter freed himself from the Southern Extermination Force commander's assault and raised his left hand to counterattack, chains made of mana wrapped around his arm.
It was the work of some of the two hundred men who hadn't cast the victory song spell. Their role was to hinder their opponents as much as possible.
While the dragon turned to attack its opponents, the other group of one hundred men attacked it with medium and long-range attacks, their goal being to weaken their opponents as much as possible. But their opponent wasn't just anyone; he used his free arm to generate a force field on his right with his right hand.
"Stay focused, this is where it's happening," said Commander Marc Anderson, who suddenly appeared in front of his opponent and struck him with a violent downward blow. But thanks to a thin layer of mana, the dragon was able to protect itself from the deadly strike. Just then, a sonic explosion sounded and threw the dragon into a rock.
"Incredible..." Harsh was amazed by the teamwork, but also by the power displayed by Commander Marc Anderson and his elite unit. He hadn't expected such a level of skill from them.
As the dragon emerged from the rubble, and the dust settled, its face twisted in anger could be seen. It clenched its teeth so tightly they looked as if they were about to break. The commander disappeared, then reappeared to its right and used his sonic sword attack. The commander reacted quickly, raising its arm and countering the commander's attack with its scales. With this, it pushed the commander back, but the attack caused some internal damage, and it brought him to a knee.
It was at this moment that chains of mana from three different directions rolled around its body.
The commander's men were ecstatic at the sight of the dragon thus restrained by their mana chain, for it had just accomplished a great feat: capturing a dragon.
"Looking at the way you fight, you look like a young dragon who has no experience fighting humans and boasts about his abilities without having been able to train them. The difference between us was experience," said Commander Marc Anderson, and he wasn't wrong. In recent years, his elite unit had trained hard and had survived difficult situations, so he wasn't a child, whether a dragon or not, who could have resisted them.
But Harsh had been feeling a sense of discomfort for a moment, and thanks to his awakening for a while, he could perceive what the others couldn't. And what he perceived was inconsistent with what was happening. The dragon looked resigned to the others, but to him, he seemed calm.
"That's it!?" the dragon asked in a barely audible whisper.
"What are you saying?" asked one of the members of the elite unit.
"Lord Karnash was right, my lack of concentration will cause me problems." Then he continued and said, "You're happy, aren't you, to have been able to capture a dragon, but I, Mitrai, will show you that there is a gap between us." His voice grew louder as he spoke.
Suddenly, he condensed an immense amount of mana and then released it in a great explosion.
Harsh barely had time to scream before the shock wave spread everywhere.
As everyone stood up, they saw the now-named Mitrai open his mouth wide and spit out a huge ball of mana that eliminated those who had chanted the victory chant. In less than a second, nothing remained of them, and this scene brutally reminded them how powerful the dragons were.
Immediately after that, Mitrai conjured up a huge quantity of dark blue balls the size of a child's fist and threw them at his opponents. Before they could comprehend what was happening, several of them found themselves with huge holes in their heads or chests.
It was at that moment that Harsh appeared right next to Mitrai, his sword-wielding arm enveloped in an unknown energy, and attacked him from his right. At the same time, Commander Marc Anderson attacked from his left with his sonic thrust. The attack was brutal, but Mitrai managed to dodge it. He moved behind Harsh and delivered a powerful kick. When Commander Marc Anderson attacked, he countered him with his fist, pushing him back several steps.
"Kof kof." Harsh coughed and blood flowed from his mouth, but thanks to his exceptional physique, he was able to withstand Mitrai's attack.
For his part, Commander Marc Anderson was deep in thought. "Iwasn't dreaming, my attack was able to pierce his defenses." "I think it's thanks to Harsh, although I don't know why."
He shouted and said, "Hey Harsh, attack with me, we can defeat him."
"Ye... yes, Commander." Harsh barely managed to speak.
"You can always dream," Mitrai shouted.
The three engaged in a fierce confrontation. Although Mitrai was stronger than them, Harsh's energy created a form of dissonance in his use of mana, and Marc Anderson exploited this flaw.
Enraged, Mitrai spread his wings and leaped into the air, creating a huge sphere and shouting, "Sphere of Destruction!" He threw it at them.
Commander Marc Anderson stabbed his sword into the ground and created a sound barrier to protect himself and the few survivors.
As the cloud of smoke from the blast descended, a huge crater could be seen. But what shocked Commander Marc Anderson even more was seeing Harsh impaled by Mitrai's claws.
The sight of this scene was shocking because Harsh was still young, and especially because of his family's status. Although rejected, he was still a Silva, so he couldn't die in such a place.
"Don't worry, you won't die now, at least not before revealing your connection to the "other," said Mitrai.
Shortly after, he flew away, still holding Harsh in his hands. As he moved at high speed, he felt a presence behind him, and it was Commander Marc Anderson.
The latter, thanks to his sonic movement, was able to reach Mitrai, and when the latter turned around, he struck him with the ultrasonic sword attack, a technique he had only just perfected. Unbalanced, Mitrai let go of Harsh, and both fell.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, and happy reading, everyone.
The next chapter will be updated on Tuesday.