Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

It was obvious to him now what all this was about. The white light kept shrinking fast while his body kept rotating in the air endlessly until he finally landed heavily on the ground.

"Boom!"

He didn't feel much pain from the fall, however when he checked and found his light spot had returned to the way it was when he showed up here, he felt great pain for that.

"So this is the game I have to play here," despite that pain he had a faint feeling of excitement.

He knew what he had to do now.

"I'll purify everything first," he turned his gaze around before taking a deep breath, "then I'll come to face you head on."

In the meantime, things outside were getting a little hectic.

The sudden disappearance of Arthur created panic among everyone else. Doaf and Amera thought at first that he was dealing with that pagoda.

And so they led their army and fought bravely with their opponents. With the lack of any reinforcements, the opponents seemed vulnerable until many portals opened and a lot of mages and monsters poured out from hidden worlds.

They had to retreat.

However after regrouping again and waiting for Arthur for hours, nothing happened.

"Perhaps he is still trapped there," Amera said in a tone that held more disappointment than optimism.

"'He vanished there, so he might be waiting for the army to advance to show himself," Doaf had no other solution to the mystery of Arthur's silence.

So he waited with Amera while watching the grand army marching towards the sect.

The army suffered great losses from the last battle, however with the influx of new blood it seemed to recover its former strength and even got bigger in size.

Even the giants they paid hefty price before to slay them returned in greater numbers. Mountains started to smash in front of their brutal strength and the army picked up speed once more.

"At this rate they will arrive at the sect in less than five hours," Doaf muttered slowly before turning his gaze towards the area the army just left from.

"Let's go," Amera had the same thought before she turned into a flash of light. She held her spear and moved faster than Doaf until she reached the spot where Arthur vanished.

However, unlike what they expected, there was no trace of Arthur anywhere.

"Let's look around," Doaf landed before moving towards one direction.

Yet Amera didn't move. She knew Arthur for so long and already was familiar with his way of fighting. She knew the place he vanished from would be the spot he should be appearing at.

If he wasn't here, then the worst must have fallen upon him.

Despite her heart didn't approving of that, her mind couldn't find any other explanation other than this… something bad must have happened to Arthur, very bad.

"That damn pagoda!" Amera clenched her fists while Doaf was running like a madman all over the place. He searched everywhere, and even took out some gears that could help in detecting any hidden portals.

Yet he couldn't find a trace of anything.

"Don't bother," Amera bitterly said while her eyes turned red, "he… isn't here."

"Then where is he?" Doaf shouted in extreme anger while feeling his lack of support for his young master.

For him this was just equal to treason. His young master was left in his custody and protection, however in the end he lost him without even helping.

If not for what Arthur did, everyone else would have been killed right now… everyone living on this planet.

"Dammit!" Doaf kicked a rock and smashed it with his leg out of anger. Yet he didn't feel any good at all.

His heart was still burning with pain and regret.

"He… really liked all of us… liked me to sacrifice himself this way," Amera's tone came like painful needles to Doaf's ears and mind.

"Don't speak like that," Doaf pointed his sword to her, "I don't believe he is dead."

"Then where the hell is he?" Amera screamed in anger while pointing her spear to Doaf.

"You… saw what he was capable of," Doaf slowly said while slowly lowering his sword, "how many times we thought we lost him and he showed up again like nothing happened? How many times have we faced a desperate situation, felt we are already dead and yet… he rose up and showed us the way out?"

Doaf's words were meant to console her, yet all they did was to cause more pain to her. She felt her heart to be smashed over and over again with each word Doaf said.

It was like a blacksmith was holding her heart in a mold and kept hammering with his big hammer mercilessly and without pause.

"Stop it!" she couldn't help but scream. She didn't want to hear anything right now. She… just wanted to mourn the death of her man.

The man she never had a chance to live with even for a brief moment… as his girl.

"We have to believe in him," Doaf walked until he stood in front of her. Her eyes were about to be clouded with tears, and her body started shaking out of pain. "We need to believe he is coming back."

"So what?" Amera couldn't control her emotions anymore and her eyes burst into tears, "what should we do now? Pray?"

"No," Doaf shook his head, "we have an army to kill, a sect to protect, and a revenge to take."

Doaf's words turned Amera upside down. It was like he flipped a hidden switch in her soul.

In a moment, literally a moment, she turned from being devastated to deeply enraged. Her body trembled violently, out of anger not pain of loss this time.

"Those damn bastards…" she clenched the shaft of her spear while her eyes turned redder from determination and rage. "I won't stop fighting until I kill all of them or get killed."

"I'm with you," Doaf turned to the army of theirs at the distance, "it's time to use Aemie's gift for good use."

Amera didn't say anything. The next moment she turned into a ray of light and went directly towards the advancing army.

"Damn! He won't forgive me if anything happens to you!"