Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Meanwhile things were getting out of control in the real world.

The tide of battle kept swinging back and forth for all warring sides, however right now things seemed to go at equal pace towards the end.

The dark forces were pouring endlessly to the world through a huge number of portals. But that didn't create much of a difference as they were instantly thrown away towards the deep cracks of lava, killing a great number of them.

At the same time the leaders were trying to fasten the completion of the portal. But with the return of hope, with the unexpected legendary appearance of Arthur's portals, everyone regained their lost confidence and started to fight back.

"Don't let them reach that array!" Nicole was the first to read what was going on and the first to ever relay an order to the forces scattered all around.

Luckily for them everyone lost hope and didn't move a muscle. They still had many forces near the array, standing in between the scattered leaders and that array.

"All rise... We haven't lost yet!" The crow shouted while starting to head towards the nearest leaders.

"Hit that array! Destroy it!" Doaf gave the order while he also moved.

"Not a chance!" and yet the dark angel finally made his move.

All of sudden a gale of shockingly violent wind erupted and kicked everyone away. Only few remained their positions near the array, not affected by this gale of wind.

The dark angel mage seemed to be pissed off as the next moment another slash of hidden sword came and created another gale of wind.

But that wasn't all...

"Watch out!" Amera shouted as she turned into a ray of light, "he is creating the isolation island!"

"What?!!!" Doaf wasn't the only one shocked here, but everyone else who were from the higher realms and were strong enough to know few of the secrets of the world recognized what Amera said.

"How come?!!!" Nicole stood in her place watching another gale of violent wind erupted. "This... isn't this a very rare technique even in the dark angels? What's going on here? Is there more than one?"

She wasn't the only one thinking about this, but everyone else did. The isolation island was one of the rarest and fiercest techniques in the dark angel clan.

If the strongest weapon for the dark angels was that nasty portal, then it's supreme technique would be the isolation island. Using this technique they could amend for the sole weakness at their strongest weapon, making it perfect.

A slice in the land caused by lashes of swords, that was the description mentioned in old scripts and even fairy tales. Amera didn't know why she reached such a conclusion, but the moment she saw that hidden aura moving and slashing on the ground she had this ominous thought.

And then she gazed up at the ground cut by these hidden swords. There was darkness demarcating the ground. Each slash caused by these swords cut the ground and created a barrier, barrier between worlds.

This technique could turn any piece of land into a separate world, an isolated island that no one could trespass.

And that was only possible because that mage was using his life force to do that. He would end up getting damage to his soul, a price he was forced to accept at such a moment.

"We need to stop him!" The crow felt a deep shiver down his spine when he realized this, "everyone leave the array alone... just attack the air!"

It seemed crazy to listen to his orders, but everyone here knew this was the only possible way to stop such a mage, to interrupt such a technique.

All it needed was for one slash to be stopped. However, how could you fight an invisible enemy and stop even a soul sword? It was an impossible feat for any mage no matter how strong he or she was.

The only way was to attack everything, hoping that at the moment of contact between the sword and the ground, one attack might be lucky to hit it and stop the technique.

And so all of them started to spread their bizarre orders around, before the entire place shook in violent explosions caused by their barrage of attacks.

"It's pointless, hahaha!" Yet the dark angel mage kept laughing and making fun of their efforts while his sword kept slashing on the ground and adding more darkness to the barrier he was building.

In fact he wasn't bluffing. All the efforts of everyone combined couldn't make any difference. The dark angel just expanded the area he was covering with his technique, forcing everyone to retreat.

It wasn't wise for anyone to stay inside that part. After all, it would be totally cut off from this world and no one could get in or out from there.

"Where are you?" Doaf was scanning the world around, trying to figure out a pattern of that mage. The mage kept jumping like the way Amera used to do.

All they could see and feel was these gales of wind erupting before the ground became cut with that dark soul sword.

"Move inside!" the dark angels yelled at the scattered leaders, ordering them to hurry and get into the island he was making now.

But they also got attacked by the intense wind the dark angel technique released.

"I won't let you get near that thing!" and yet Amera was the only one enjoying this as she kept jumping all over the place and hitting the leaders.

The gale of wind was a hindrance at first before she learnt how to adapt. Instead of flying against it, she first flew in the same direction, gaining enough momentum before breaking free.

As everyone else was simply busy attacking the ground, trying to stop that maniac; she was the only one able to stop those leaders.

But she couldn't stop them for too long.. After all that dark angel mage realized how she was doing this and started to make the sword slashes away from his retreating leaders.