Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Despite feeling the same doubt and fear like them he didn't retreat but advance. He wanted to know what lies inside, and something deep within his soul told him he should be there.

The moment he became near these thick clouds and dense lightning he started to have more doubts about this. The lightning kept falling nonstop, while nothing appeared from behind this thick curtain of it.

'You shouldn't do that,' Gege muttered but he clenched his two fists while muttering, "This has to be done."

He started to move forward while he started activating his ultimate technique.

'Are you planning to fight this?' the golden dragon was speechless.

"My old friend, fighting tribulation isn't about enduring the lightning," Arthur muttered before throwing himself inside, "it's all about fighting back with it."

The next moment he started to wave his sword high above his head. Each wave created a strong shock as the sword was hit with a lightning thick tongue.

Yet the technique he was using now helped in negating the lightning brutal attack and he started to fly fast towards the front. If anyone saw him from far he would see only a dragon being bathed with lightning while holding a sword and constantly waving it above his head.

And that sword was constantly hit by lightning, but all that resulted was a gigantic wave of sparks that started to form a fascinating bubble around him.

And Arthur kept moving forward while he was immersed in doing this. "This brings back sweet memories," he suddenly laughed as he had a melancholic moment just now.

He used to fight heavens head on. Despite this wasn't the only guaranteed way to overcome the tribulation, it was more fun in its essence.

Plus those fighting the heavens ended usually in better form that those surrendered and only defended.

'Shouldn't you defend?' Gege was very concerned about him, and her way of thinking matched many of weak souls back at his past life.

"This lightning isn't just a punishment, it's a blessing as it will help in honing my technique," he tried to explain to the three inside his mind the logic behind what he was doing.

After all he wasn't taking all this risk for nothing in return.

This kept going on for hours, during which he kept replenishing his energies and Gege helped as well. After the passage of five long hours he finally spotted a change up front.

It was like he was passing through a waterfall covering a cave, or a world. The moment he broke through he was fazed by the beauty of this place.

"This…"

He stood there mesmerized while the obvious contrast between the intense lightning behind and the tranquility of peace and beauty inside the world that he just entered was too much to grasp in mere moments.

After five minutes of glancing all around and examining this piece of heaven he asked:

"Is this another piece of garden?"

"It's not."

The answer didn't come from the three inside his mind, but from a totally different voice that appeared all of sudden like his owner was speaking in front of him.

And from just these mere words Arthur realized the owner of this voice wasn't someone normal. He felt a strange feeling, like he was facing some divine being of some kind.

"Who are you?" Arthur asked while clenching over his two swords.

"First no weapons are allowed here," the voice said, like his words were a form of doctrine edict in this world. The next moment Arthur felt he was holding nothing.

"This…" he frowned when he noticed the absence of his sword.

"Don't worry, I'm too old to care about those who are too young," the voice sighed in a tiring tone, "this place holds a significant meaning for me, so please accept my rules and you'll gain my hospitality in return."

Arthur didn't have any option but nod. "May I know your name, venerable master?"

"I'm master of none," the voice said, "and my name is too old for you to recognize."

"Are you… one of the originals perhaps?" Arthur wasn't satisfied by this vague answer so he tried to seek another route.

"Oh, a young human kid with dragon powers knows about our ancient existence!" The sound seemed quite surprised and his words gave Arthur the answer he needed.

"I just went to a place where you once lived… I suppose."

"An original world? Or is it a simple piece of it?" the sound said and Arthur had a frowning look over his face, "of course it's just a piece. There is no way a complete world would still be intact."

Arthur noticed the bitter tone of this voice. "Master, are you guarding this place?"

"Guarding?" the voice suddenly laughed, "It's the opposite human dragon kid, I'm confined here, imprisoned for eternity."

Arthur's eyes widened instantly. "Can I help?"

"Please," the voice said in a calm tone, "with no disrespect but if you aren't much stronger than me then you can't."

"I bypassed the lightning," Arthur tried to argue.

"These aren't lightning, but mere sparks coming from the main lightning prison that holds me," the voice sighed, "everytime I tried to escape, I would be cooked alive with that lightning. Don't underestimate the lightning, as it would only react and show its true face if I or anything related to me tried to go out of here."

Arthur glanced around and the beauty of this place still dazzled him. "It's a piece of beauty, right? At least they still have some respect for me and didn't throw me inside a deep pit or something."

"Who did this to you?" Arthur was very curious now to know about the identity of them. For him, and for many others living even in the upper realms those originals were some sort of gods.

And now he was facing an imprisoned god.

"That… it's best if you don't know that info," the old voice said before adding, "you are too weak to even hear their name and live the next second."

"…"