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Chapter 17

His heart was racing like crazy from the moment when he left Cynder's side and especially here, in the open, above the hole in the ruins that led straight into Dark Spyro's playground.

The dragonfly saw that big malachite dragon running away from the dark drake, he could hear him screaming for help and finally he saw four dragons surrounding the shadow being and attacking it all at once.

Brotherly loyalty took the reins of his determination, even if Dark Spyro wasn't really his brother it didn't matter now. Sparx didn't care about such things now, seeing the drakes ganging up on him, for that tiny moment the dark creature was his brother again.

It all changed when the black drake disappeared in a puff of darkness just to appear some distance away from the group of dragons. Sparx abruptly stopped in his tracks, if that was truly his brother he would never do what the creature is about to do. The dragonfly momentarily dived, the drakes not knowing what is happening dashed towards the creature. Sparx kept staring behind his shoulder as he went for the nearby tree, sourly realizing that it's every man for himself now. The four dragons have already failed this test.

Dark Spyro began to practically levitate in the air, pushing his transformed body in a straight vertical position while his black wings embraced him like the affectionate arms of a lover. The attacking dragons didn't even emit a sound when the black creature pushed his wings forcefully to the sides. Surge of dark energy shot from the creature, a shadowy ring of immense power cut through the air.

When it reached the four dragons they instantly stopped, frozen in place, paralyzed by an impossible contraction of muscles. Then the colors from their eyes faded away, turning sepulchral grey, just like their whole bodies did soon after, starting from the tail tip to the last bit of horn. However this wasn't a magical discoloration, the moment the dragons bodies altered completely the greyish hue that covered every bit of scale and horn solidified with that peculiar cracking sound, turning the four dragons into stone.

The four freshly created draconic statues began to drop from the sky, drawn to the ground by the force of gravity, the earth craving for their company. Sparx couldn't decide what was more horrible, to see the dragons crashing to bits on the ground or perhaps seeing them sharing Gaul's fate.

As if sensing the dragonfly' vacillation the dark creature who not so long ago was his oblivious brother released another surge of energy, being polite enough to resolve the dragonfly's doubt. The shadowy ring caught the two of four statues, just like the dark creature wanted this to happen by putting just enough power into the Convexity Fury. The two statues that were hit were dispersed momentarily, their rocky forms turned into dust and seconds later were blown away by the wind.

The silence that has befallen after that was just brain sizzling.

Sparx could feel the bitter taste of his saliva passing through all the canals in his body until it finally reached the stomach. The plop it emitted was simply numbing.

Dark Spyro scanned the area, looking for the one who dared attacking his...his...

There he was. Without hesitation the dark creature pushed towards the malachite drake.

" Help!" Capro screamed at the top of his lungs, putting much effort into the act of being powerless, surprisingly it came easy enough, maybe because he was in fact helpless

Sparx blinked several times, it's that guy again who supposedly got attacked by Flare, he seems to be absolutely everywhere, especially when it considers Cynder. Was he the one who wrecked her so badly? Most likely. For a moment Sparx thought about leaving the big dragon to his fate, that would be an adequate punishment for messing with his family.

However when he noticed that the drake was heading directly into the biggest formation of dragons that were in closest vicinity he immediately understood that there are more important things to do right now.

Save the dragons.

But how? That group is already lost.

" Think!" Sparx slammed his head with his hands several times and began to hectically look around. " Every creature has a weakness" he murmured to himself " Every creature has a weakness"

An obvious simple truth.

An obvious simple truth...

...Right?

Sparx smacked his forehead with the bottom of his palm a couple of times, wincing through the whole ordeal, as if wakening up every coil in his brain. Some sign, some sudden flux of brilliant ideas. Something.

Then a brilliant flash of purple passed through the corner of his eyes. The dragonfly couldn't help himself but to look up. He noticed the muscular dragon getting away from the group of drakes that was currently engaging his corrupted brother. A group that stood no chance against a creature of such caliber.

Dark Spyro didn't gave chase after the escaping malachite dragon, he was way too busy vaporizing the dragons in his way. When the first dragon who was struck by the Convexity breath melted like plastic under a tremendous heat, the rest of the attackers scattered away in every direction. Sheer panic overwhelming their minds.

The dark creature didn't care about the space that was made in the ruined formation of drakes, space that would allow him to catch up to the malachite drake. Something entirely else occupied his vile mind currently. The sheen of sweat that appeared on Sparx' forehead gave him a pretty good idea what the creature craved for.

Death.

The dragons without keeping any formation started to circle around the black figure while throwing everything they had at him. Dark Spyro didn't even react to those by trying to avoid them as soon as they were heading his way, the dark being decided to counter-attack immediately. The very first drake who dared to open his maw at him was the one who tasted the black dragon's otherworldly magic.

The breath the drake released at the black figure, Sparx didn't remember what element it was, was as much powerful as its owner against the potential of the dragonfly's corrupted brother. The Convexity breath that came from Dark Spyro's throat cut through the air, destroying everything in its path, including the elemental projectile heading his way and also the dragon behind it.

The vaporized drake didn't even let out a sound as the purple beam eaten him whole in a second, yet that didn't mean there weren't any roars echoing in the sky, They were, and every single one of them was ringing with blood freezing terror. It was like every remaining dragon let out his or hers cry of pain at the sight of his or hers vanquished companion, a cry that not only emanated hurt after the loss of a friend but also clang with a bitter and scary realization that they all going to meet the same fate.

Impuissance has such a bitter taste.

The magical projectiles of every elemental attack the Dragon Realms known of were just about to reach the dark creature, but just like every living thing that had a delusion it could win, those projectiles were just as powerless. Dark Spyro straightened up again, opening his wings as far as they would go and pressing his chin almost to his chest, just like the normal Spyro would just unleash his Convexity powers.

However the black dragon's intentions weren't focused on total annihilation right now. A purple bubble popped around the dragon, trapping him inside. When the incoming elemental projectiles hit the magical shield they just vanished, making the barrier glimmer as it seem to absorb every bit of of energy from which they were made off.

The bubble vanished exactly when the last elemental struck the shimmering shield. The black dragon's head momentarily jerked up, his white eyes glimmered evilly when they located their next prey.

The black dragon darted towards his freshly discovered victim. The dragoness who realized that she is the prize of this hunt shrieked in terror, letting out all that boiling tension pulsing in her veins during fighting, together with all the fear that gripped her heart. She was prepared for a battle, a natural warrior or not, dragons are predators.

Mostly.

This time however no spark of a feral killer was present in her, right now she felt like a herbivore, a zebra to be precise. Meat for all those lionesses lurking out there, yet as a very specific draconic equine she was prepared to repel the attacks of these mundane special cats.

One quick glance at the incoming black drake was enough to tell that he wasn't one of the typical lionesses. He was the representative of the male specimen. A fully grown, bloodthirsty draconic lion who seldom hunts, but when he does specific zebras like her have their survival chances reduced to zero.

The shriek that she let out when the dark creature caught up with her only confirmed this.

The wet slashing sounds still echoed in the dragonesses head, even despite her screaming as the dark being began to claw its way up her rump. At first, mostly because of panic she began to thrash in the air, coiling and uncoiling her body, kicking with both her hind and front legs and slapping with her wings occasionally, anything to get rid of the attacker.

Nothing seemed to work.

The female screeched even more intensely, the agony was unbearable, the creature seemed to avoid her every strike and the more dodges he did the more her body was cut open. She felt as she was being torn apart alive, the pulsing, sensitive and excruciating anguish in the back of her body was enough to tell that if there were any scales remaining they were gory strands by now, the rest was an open bloody flesh.

With tears springing in her eyes and hoarse throat incapable of emitting even a single comprehensible note she reached back, twisting her neck to its limits so even bones in her jaw cracked like popping knuckles. Blinded by tears and overwhelming pain the dragoness pushed her head as far as it would go, desperately and ferociously snapping with her teeth.

She put so much force into it that even her teeth rattled and sent bolts of anguish throughout her whole mouth as they slammed against each other multiple times. The female didn't care, she would do anything, suffer any kind of torment just to throw the creature off of her. Yet no matter how many times her teeth rang against each other she couldn't catch the dragon.

Simply because he was no longer there.

With a heart filled both with hope and terror she turned slowly withdrew her head to its natural position, or more likely it moved on its own, drawn by a powerful impulse. She let out a muffled groan the moment her head returned to its rightful place, through the blurry vision of her constantly widening eyes she noticed the black dragon hovering in front of her, a set of his claws on one of his front paws was already covered in blood.

Her blood.

She felt a strange numbing itching below her jaw, impulsively she ran her claw along her neck, feeling a strand of split scales across its whole length. Her paw went up, as her huge eyes lowered themselves they recorded a crimson liquid dripping from it. At the sight of it a constricted moan escaped her throat, while her eyes focused on the blurry black figure ahead.

The moment the dragonesses gaze met with the emotionless white stare of the dark dragon, the evil creature began his attack. He slashed once, exactly in the same spot like before, enlarging the strand of red on the female's neck. Then he slashed once more, twice, for the third time, and fourth and...the fifth slash never came.

By now after four powerful strikes the female's head began to limply drop down, droplets of reddish blood kept dripping from the dragonesses squeezed throat. Dark Spyro pressed his paw on the slowly flopping forehead, stopping it from moving any farther. When that happened the dark being tensed the muscles in his extended paw and pushed.

The head began to tilt backwards, exactly the way it came, more and more blood began to flow down from the cut on the neck, a cut that was getting bigger with every inch the head leaned backwards. The moment it reached a perfect unnatural vertical position the wound that was the size of a thread earlier turned now into a gaping hole, with the rest of the body practically separated from the constantly tilting head.

When it moved past the vertical position and even farther back, a move that was impossible for a creature without an elastic spine, sounds of snapping skin like twigs could be heard. The moving head was held to the rest of the neck by strands and remnants of scale, flesh and sinew, which were being stretched with every inch of the still flopping snout. They constantly kept snapping when they reached their limit and no longer could withstand the tension.

Then with one final wet snap the last piece of flesh and sinew gave away. Blood erupted from the part of the neck that was still attached to the now headless body like water from a geyser. The severed head bounced off the back of the feminine body with a sloshy sound, leaving a bloody stain on the scales and began spinning down towards the ground. The cold wide eyed stare never leaving the snout's features, just like it would be admiring the spirals of blood gushing from the roughly cut remains of a neck as it rolled around in the air.

The headless body of the female remained in the air for a second or two, as if time would freeze suddenly. However as its wings went limply down for the very last time, it could no longer resist the earth's coaxing call and sank down sharply, like a huge stone thrown into the water. Streams of blood seemed to hover just above the hunk of a neck, quivering in the air as they struggled against the forces of gravity.

Dark Spyro paid the falling body no mind, it was just another worthless carcass to him, one of many more to come.

It was somewhat obvious that the group that he is currently skirmishing with are some lifelong friends, no one else would be so stupid to prepare a fighting formation given the circumstances, especially no one else would be stupid enough to attack him when he beheaded their friend with practically a flick of his paw.

His white eyes focused on the incoming group of drakes, their furious, hurt and vengeful roars were as important to him as the sound of the whizzing wind.

Down below Sparx averted his gaze, he could no longer watch the dragons throwing their lives away. However he could understand them, if roles would be switched Spyro and Cynder would also fight to the death for each other, and they would win, or one of them would at least. In their desperation they would find a weakness in their enemy's armor and would exploit it mercilessly.

However the dragons don't have the skill nor the knowledge, they don't know who is hiding behind those black scales, they don't know that they are outmatched. Sparx wanted to shout, tell the whole world that the dark creature above is no one else but Spyro, a dragon who defeated Malefor and corrupted Cynder, he found a weakness in the beings no one else dared to cross. Those dragons up there, no matter how noble their intentions are, lost the battle way before it truly began. They were like an open book to him and the fury that blinded them only let the pages turn even faster, his only problem was in finding a proper way to slaughter them.

Dark Spyro remained still, not really caring that the dragons were almost on him. Some released elemental projectiles at him, while some others split from the formation, preparing to finish him the hard way. The magical attacks hit him one by one creating a colorful surge of energy as they exploded. The dragons who left the formation didn't wait for the magical fog to clear, they immediately dived from above with their claws at the ready.

Even more intense angry roars could be heard as the drakes cut through the mist sharply, their claws were gleaming from all the icy haze as they appeared below moments later. As far as Sparx could tell from below all of them popped out from that magical fog, only the different echo of the roars coming from above told him that something wasn't right, they were no longer filled with sheer wrath, now terror resounded in every single note.

What he couldn't see was that one of the drakes had a hole in his chest that pierced his body inside out like a huge sword, yet no blood or innards could be seen, it was a tremendously big round sizzling hole. With his heart and many more organs vaporized the lifeless husk of a dragon began to fall down from the sky.

The magical mist eventually cleared, revealing the black scaled drake that all so desperately fear. Fresh cuts were scarring his obsidian body, reddish blood seemed to shimmer on his onyx scales, as dangerous as the dragon is he got wounded. In better circumstances all of the remaining drakes would have their hopes lifted up, their warrior's hearts beating to the music of one true doctrine.

If it bleeds, we can kill it.

Yet they didn't got the chance, the moment the magical fog died down the black creature released a ball beaming with purple energy, it hit one of the dragons directly in the head, vaporizing it in the instant. The headless husk quickly followed its friend, the hiss of burning flesh was all that remained of the once mighty, magical reptile.

The dragons let out more painful blares, among the cacophony of many different roars one particular drake could be heard more than the rest. He was shouting something about a brother...or some other sibling, or maybe perhaps about a different family member whatsoever. It was difficult to tell what he was so angry about since he instantly charged the black creature ahead the moment he opened his maw and never even dreaming about closing his roaring mouth shut.

That is of course until another purple magical ball blew his head off.

Another wave of cries echoed throughout the sky, the remaining drakes through tears and broken hearts threw every magical attack they've got at the black figure. Dark Spyro didn't even budge, it was hard to tell if he wanted to give his opponents false hope to boost their morale and make the fight more interesting or simply not caring about it at all.

The black dragon's mouth parted, a purple shimmer welled up inside his throat, he began to spin around and then the shimmer transformed into a beam of purple energy. As the dragon made circle in the air the Convexity energy stretched to unimaginable limits, like extended arms of a giant. Whatever stood in its path, no matter if organic life or not was vaporized instantly, hence this was the end of the dragons desperate attack and many draconic lives. Those that remained, and there was only a few of them left, scattered in every direction. Vengeance or any other sort of aggressive nudges were pushed away, now only chaos directed their every move.

Chaos.

Chaos.

" That's right!" Sparx exclaimed as his whole body tensed as if hit by lighting at the sudden realization. It was so obvious and he wasted so much time already.

The dragonfly instantly backed away, not even caring that his eyes were turned in the opposite direction. However the moment he eventually spun around, he bumped into something big and scaly. Dragon.

" What is that thing?"

Sparx numbly pushed back and shook his head, wanting to free himself from the sudden shock and blurred vision caused by the unexpected, brunt force collision. When his eyes finally adjusted themselves he got a good look at the dragon. He was definitely in Spyro's age range, his legs were shivering uncontrollably and the huge, filled with terror eyes looked like they were about to explode.

" Where is Spyro?!" the drake shouted. His lips curling comically as he tried to sound angry and confident. With pitiful effect.

Sparx raised his hands defensively " Dude, calm down"

" C-c-calm down?!" the poor illusion of confidence shattered momentarily " That t-thing is s-slaughtering us a-a-and you want me t-t-to calm down?!" the drake swallowed " WHERE IS SPYRO?!" he shouted that last part so hoarsely that it made Sparx think that something is strangling him.

Perhaps something did choke him, fear is known from its tight grip after all.

" Hey!" the dragonfly shouted " Chill out will you?" he pointed at the ruined building " Spyro is in there, polishing the plan how to shoot that thing down"

" We gotta help him!" the drake yelled hectically " Two heads are more than one!" in seconds he dashed towards the entrance to the ruined hall

With a yelp Sparx instantly darted in front of the dragon and pressed his hands to the drake's chest" No, no, no ,no. He said he'll do it alone"

Somewhere above more painful roars could be heard.

" There's no time to waste!" the drake pushed forward, shoving the glowing dragonfly to the side

Sparx growled and again scuttled in front of the young male, repeating the exact same move as before " Listen, Spyro kicked Malefor's ass, he doesn't need someone like us to mess with his plan. Idiots like us will only slow him down"

The dragon growled furiously " Who are you calling an idiot?"

The dragonfly sighed " What I'm trying to say is that he knows what he's doing"

" So what?!" the drake growled, more ferociously this time " We wait and watch how our friends die?!"

Sparx closed his eyes and raised his forefinger up like some wise mentor " Nope" he folded his arms and narrowed his eyes on the drake " We're going to trick that bastard"

The dragon's eyes instantly shimmered with interest, probably realizing that there is nothing to lose now.

" How?"

" You will need to gather all the dragons, EVERY single one of them. When you'll finally regroup you're going to provoke that thing to attack you. B-"

" Are you out of your freaking mind?!" the drake blurt out in disbelief cutting the dragonfly off " Didn't you see what that thing is capable of? It's going to wipe us out" he shook his head fiercely " No way I'm going to do that, that's suicide!"

Sparx raised one of his hands in the air, a popular gesture telling somebody not to interrupt " Let me finish" he cleared his throat " Before you provoke him you gather up every golem that is still walking, you round them up, pretend to fight with them and when that black...thing sees you, you start to run. Without looking back behind your shoulder and as fast as you can"

" Escape?!" the dragon roared indignantly " Never!"

The dragonfly pointed sharply at the black figure in the sky " That monster is an addict, it tasted draconic blood and doesn't want to give up on it. it still hungers for more. Don't you see how much it is enjoying the bloodshed?"

The drake looked at him suspiciously " How do you know so much about this stuff anyway?"

Sparx rolled his eyes " From Spyro. What that has to do with anything anyway? Stick to your part, get the dragons, lure the golems and get away from here. Those rocky things will hold him for a while"

" Wait a moment, didn't you just say that this thing is addicted to draconic blood? Why that murderous son of a bitch will stop to have a chat with the golems while he can just go after us?"

" Don't worry about that, he'll destroy every one of those things, you will be far gone by then"

" This makes absolutely no sense"

" This isn't science!" Sparx blurt out angrily, tired of the drake's stubborn continence " That's what Spyro told me and I trust my brother, you should too. The golems will stop him, you just focus on getting out of here. Just don't return here or everything will be for nothing! Go back to Warfang or something, I don't know, just stay as far away as possible from this place"

" What you will be doing while I'll be playing general?"

" When that dark dragon destroys the last of those rocky guys I'll lure him into the trap. With Spyro so close he won't even think about chasing you"

Another roar came from above, both of them looked up at the same time and winced seeing another draconic figure falling from the sky.

" Can you do it?" Sparx continued glumly

The drake swallowed bitterly " Consider it done"

*

" Are you out of your freaking mind?!" Capro protested, his expression adopting a grimace of combined depression and fury

" We don't have any other choice" the young male who earlier spoke with Sparx commented as he looked around the group of drakes that already gathered around him, and scanned the surroundings for those brave ones who volunteered to lure out the handful of golems that were left

The nearby dragons also kept vigil, their snouts a mix of anticipation and sorrow as they occasionally shot quick glances up at the flashing sky above.

" Why? Because a glowing worm said so?" the malachite drake scoffed bitterly

" That glowing worm has a name!" one of the nearby females snapped " And he's Spyro's brother. Show some respect for the ones who risked and are currently gambling their lives to save yours"

" That" the young male chimed in " And those are Spyro's orders, if he thinks that's best then I trust him"

Capro laughed wryly " Seriously? When was the last time you've seen Spyro? Because I didn't see him since we left Boven and his definitely not in that temple, I've been inside not so long ago"

The young dragon rolled his eyes " Your point?"

" Cynder disappeared as well? Doesn't that seem too much of a coincidence for you? That black dragon appeared from nowhere, for all we know it can be Spyro, she finally got her dirty paws on him"

The malachite drake scanned the group of drakes inconspicuously, some of the dragons murmured quietly between themselves. From the looks of it they didn't quite believe his words but the seed of suspicion had been sown. It is enough for now.

" Don't be ridiculous" some other male commented

" We're clearly outmatched here" another dragon added " I don't want to sound selfish but we lost so many already. Personally I don't care right now if Sparx was telling the truth or not, I just want to get out of here and see my kids again"

Voices of approval and utter resignation circled around the group, some liked the idea of retreat, some didn't. However those who were against this were also aware that staying here means certain death.

" What about them?!" Capro yelled with the same painful tone as he sharply pointed at the sky where the black drake had killed another one of the draconic warriors

" We need to make sure that their sacrifice won't go in vain" the young dragon commented with a solemn and full of regret voice. It was obviously a difficult confession for the dragon since almost immediately he gulped, as if trying to swallow the bitter words.

" By running away?!" the malachite dragon roared indignantly " What are you thi-"

" Quit your whining Capro!" some other dragon cut him off, his voice reeked of fury and sadness " Nobody wants to leave them, if we could do something to help them we would! We're powerless, nobody of us wants to admit it but we have no mother choice but to accept it. We came here to protect, save or avenge the people who were lost, we did all we could, if we stay here we will surely die and there will be nobody left to fight another day"

" I hate to say this but we lost this battle, everything is in Spyro's paws right now. All we can do is to make sure that that thing won't follow us, we have to make sure that we won't endanger more lives. As you can see priorities have changed! It's our duty now to prevent more people from dying and if by running we will make that happen so be it! So either you're coming willingly or I'm going to drag you behind us by your horns. The choice is yours" the drake's eyes looked past the powerfully built dragon " Better make up your mind quick, I see the golems already"

A shimmering shade like the light from a car's reflectors in the night ran across Capro's grey eyes. For that tiny moment he forgot about everything, about Lightbane, about his whole unfolding charade. His blood was boiling with that immense sense of...hate? For a second he wanted this dragon to be the next Cynder, with the eyes of his imagination he already could see that fucker's head on a pole. When he would be done with him he would add another stupid mug to the pike, the bitch that stood next to the dragon would do just fine. After those two he would add another head to the pile, the snout of the drake next to the slut would do just fine. After that he would sever another head, then another and another, he would tear off every single one of them. After that...

Capro blinked, the heat pulsing inside his veins was gone, he looked around the group, once again his gaze was inconspicuous of his true intentions and thoughts. He was weighting his accomplishments so far in silent contemplation. Many were lost, yet not as many as he hoped but it'll have to do. Perhaps opening the still not entirely healed wounds will prove more fruitful than creating new ones.

" Fine" Capro replied with a defeated tone " Let's get out of here"

The young male nodded satisfied " Prepare yourselves" he bent on his paws, every other dragon followed his movements as he aimed his gaze on the group of charging golems from ahead, led by several running dragons flying low above the ground

" On my signal"

The dragons that were luring the golems pushed suddenly up almost as if they were jumping, they stayed in the air for some time just to dash sharply towards the ground where the formation of drakes was awaiting them. As they tails straightened in the air, many magical reddish rings could be seen cutting through the sky just above their tail tips. The dragons landed forcefully on the ground, kicking dust in the air as they skidded to a halt while sliding on the ground, low on their paws and turning their bodies so fluently that before everyone could notice they joined the formation and faced the approaching golems. Exactly in the same pose and with the same anxious breathing, just like they would be part of this group of warriors from the very beginning.

A snarl wrinkled the snout of the young dragon " NOW!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, a yell that was soon transformed into a feral roar

All at once the surrounding dragons let out blares of their own, the rumbling cacophony that the draconic throats created shook the foundations of every nearby wall. With that the formation broke into three groups, one jumped to the left, the second one to the right while the last one leapt into the air by jumping forward.

The charging golems skidded to a halt, the constructs began to rumble menacingly, their fiery eyes were traveling from dragon to dragon, not capable of targeting even the single one. The Keepers weren't intelligent creatures, they weren't able to comprehend the tactics the dragons used against them, instead of attacking the constructs just stood there, trying desperately to find a target, but all the moving draconic shapes were simply too disorienting.

" Remember!" the young male let out a somewhat admonishing roar " Keep your distance and stay safe! Don't get into a fight, leave yourself a window for escape!"

He didn't have to tell them twice, the drakes lost so much already that their every move was carefully planned with a huge dose of concentration. The three groups of dragons pushed towards the golems, nobody stepped out from the line and directly attacked the golems, all dragons kept their distance from the constructs, preventing them from releasing the shockwaves that would easily hinder their plan.

The drakes coordinated provocation split the group of Keepers into three smaller formations, the golems unable to coordinate their attacks spread in every direction making the dragons job so much easier. As the draconic warriors maneuvered around the rocky creatures they were constantly roaring, letting out their fake battle cries, making sure that the creature above has all the necessary arguments to spot them.

It took a while but eventually Dark Spyro's attentions was fully drawn towards the skirmish below.

The black dragon dashed towards the group of fighters, slipping underneath another crushed draconic body, reddish droplets like bloody rain covered his black features as he sped below the sliced corpse.

" INCOMING!" one of the females exclaimed when she threw her glance up as she avoided a huge rocky fist coming at her

" NOW!" the young recently appointed general barked out the order that every draconic warrior was waiting for

The growling and roaring drakes began to push away from the constructs, the artificial creatures tried to keep up the fight, not realizing what was in store for them. Perhaps they were fooled by the younger drakes who stayed behind while the bigger dragons retreated as first. The adult dragons left the golems behind in seconds, everything was going so smoothly that some began to wonder why didn't they act as a group sooner.

It was too late for that now.

The younger drakes focused the attention of the golems on them, making sure that no construct would follow the older dragons. It was an easy task to get their attention, their small bodies were perfect for maneuvering around and in between the formation of Keepers. It wasn't long before every single fiery rocky eye was turned at them.

Only then they pushed away from the constructs, while making sure to hit some with a magical bolt from at least two sides. The golems roared and began to bend on their legs while throwing their arms around their bodies, behind their crunched figures the drakes could spot the black dragon, his mouth was opened and a purple beam was forming inside his throat as he kept pushing towards the group, still hanging slightly above the ground as if he didn't want to miss any of this fray.

The struck golems released several shockwaves, the younger drakes were hurled instantly in the direction of the adults, the bigger dragons were prepared for such an outcome. The moment every drake was out of the way of the golems the older draconic fighters released every possible magical attack that didn't target a sole enemy but a certain area of effect. The purpose of such strike wasn't to hurt the golems but to block and obscure vision as best as possible.

Seconds before the magical barrage struck the ground some of the dragons noticed the black creature. The purple beam that was forming inside his opened mouth didn't achieve its full potential, or even half of it. The dark drake was struck by several powerful rings of energy, still not enough to turn his body into a spinning rag doll, but strong enough to jerk his head away, as if he would receive a potent hook to the snout.

The purple beam that was supposedly be coming from his mouth in a form of a laser never appeared. When his head was thrown to the side his mouth closed itself shut, his teeth abruptly cutting the beam like a guillotine. Instead of a stream of purple energy the dragon coughed up a small ball, the remnant of the devastating attack.

The ball flew through the air like a lobbed, enlarged tennis ball just above the net, without any purpose or target. Yet it did struck one unfortunate creature, the Convexity ball collided with one of the golems, its leg to be precise. The otherworldly magic eaten right through the middle of the rocky leg like a swarm of locust, with the leg split in half the golem toppled to its knee while balancing its body on two thrust in the ground fists, the other part of the leg that broke shot somewhere to the side, never to be seen again.

The last thing the dragons saw was the black creature colliding straight into the crippled golem, after that they turned their heads and flew away as fast as they could. Never looking behind their shoulders, even the furious roars of the golems and many rumbling crushing sounds didn't change their minds.