Dragon’s Judgment

Country of the Love Gardens, Lothar Golden, Aria's world

The Goddess Nediadis was entrenched in her castle, in her face, the displeasure echoed, and her mind was uneasy. She was surrounded by the largest army the world had ever known, she called upon her best warriors, her saints, and even managed to convince a demon and a fallen Angel to fight by her side. Each and every one of the soldiers had been given a spear with a powerful blue magic stone, a mighty weapon taken from the vast storehouses of the Empire, everything possible to survive the dark hour. The castle inhabited by the goddess, the garden of love was the most important and sacred place in the world, one where only the beautiful women owned by Nediadis were allowed to enter, far from the knowledge of the people that some men worked under it in brutal mines full of traps trying to extract the powerful red liquid, a palace so big that it could be seen from the distant sea, a land as big as a country was the center that ruled the world. A place dedicated only to her personal pleasure, her playground, from where she ruled the rest of the twisted world, which she headed with the promise of a long life if they worshipped her. The most powerful nobles of the world made their properties as close as possible to the outer walls, thinking that this way they would receive part of her blessing.

In the audience hall, the goddess was seated on her throne, a vast golden chair vulgarly adorned with figures of women, but unlike the countless other pieces of furniture in the castle, this one had not been made of humans girls, after all, there was a limit to how much magical power they could protect, instead, it was made in heaven by highly paid craftsmen, who reluctantly accepted the repulsive work, thinking it was just someone's weird tastes, in their innocence they did not know the obscure origin of the requested design. From this incredible artifact, the Goddess saw the ocean of blue lights in front of her palace, ready to defend their leader to death.

Nediadis knew she had to face a dangerous warrior, after all THE BOSS had accepted the deal that was offered without question, sacrificing one of his daughters in the process. She had acted accordingly to defend herself from the threat, she did not think about esteeming her enemy, but what could this person do to instill fear in her enemies? The goddess looked to her side, the woman-shaped candelabra near her, the origin of this crisis, how was she to know that all this would happen? It was just one more artifact of the innumerable collection at her disposal, she had already done it thousands of times before and no one objected, what was so special about this one that they would try to claim it? Even so, he was prepared to use the lives of his beautiful servants to obtain more power in case of emergency, after all, each of the girls here was worth more than a thousand dirty men.

The Goddess didn't know what to expect from this, even if the enemy would be able to get through the entrance. would she make it to the garden? Will she have to fight personally? Maybe all this was just a trick made by THE BOSS to scare her. Maybe this was all just a test, one that if she won maybe she would have free reign to do whatever she wanted forever, her heart was exhilarated at the thought of all the unlimited fun she would have after this day.

 

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The Goddess felt how 20 million souls perished in a single second, her most loyal followers. Her capital Golden Lothar had been destroyed in a single attack, a sea of fire, her followers turned to ash, her monuments to tombs, an offering to an enemy Emperor, a synchronized sacrifice. More than twice as many screams of panic were heard all over the place. Nediadis felt how she had been personally attacked, her enemy knew how proud she was of that city, of the pleasure that was generated there, of the countless churches in her name where every night people were sacrificed in her honor, had simply ceased to exist. A power unheard of a power unseen before. A blinding light illuminated every corner of the titanic palace, everyone screamed in terror for being the first time they saw real light in over fifty years, what a pity that the one who was the greatest sin against all gods, dawn in the middle of the night, several of his servants were blinded by seeing the light directly when it appeared, three more turned to ashes also to be closer to the windows, only leaving their shadow on the floor.

The goddess never realized that she was also part of such a sinful creation.

A thunderous sound would be said with demonic speed to the palace, a rumbling sound would stream the earth, each and every one of the doors was opened by a powerful blow of air, its origin came from the now extinct city, carrying the news of the approaching death. In front of the main entrance stood a small creature, its stupid appearance contrasted greatly with the hell unleashed behind it, it was the origin of such a cruel act. A huge sword was on its back, a devilish grin held its face, it stretched out its arms in a position of power establishing its dominance in the place. The Ruler had arrived, The True Dragon stood before her, with a huge ball of deadly fire on his back, an explosion of fury that had brought back the sunlight that Aria's world had lost with his actions.

A Warrior ready to die today would do his will with his own hand. He would not stop before man or God until he achieved his goal. Someone who had looked into the abyss and it looked back at him until the latter could bear it no longer and looked away from him. Fate, future, or luck did not exist for him, only will and action, he would live or die by the sword. But even with all that it took much more than power and determination to defeat a Goddess, intelligence. The Emperor knew he could not win in a fair fight as was his usual way of life. He had to be quick and cunning to defeat his now-sworn enemy. The gods were very powerful and mysterious beings, they could easily manipulate reality at will, she would win easily if she wanted to, she only had to split her enemy in two with a thought. But he would not storm through the place with everything towards her to die easily. If he wanted to win he needed to have fear, surprise, and intimidation on his side, because if only one of them were missing he would lose the battle immediately. He had to look like an unstoppable force, immutable, tireless before the Goddess even if it was a lie to be able to defeat her, not letting her attack in the first place was the best defense because if she attacked him just one time would be her victory if she saw him as someone who would defeat her easily that would be what would happen.

The first trick had already worked. The explosion announcing her arrival had taken everyone by surprise. The Goddess could not guess the time of arrival or its direction, or that the first blow would be so great, and if that was only the first, the next ones were sure to be even worse. Now she would be the one to react to him and not the other way around. Giving him the important first turn in his deadly game. The Goddess, frightened by such a cruel demonstration, ordered her army to attack. A huge tide of people rushed forward from a single person. The creature was pleased at the glorious confrontation in front of her, she ran and threw herself in front of the multitude accepting the challenge. Its fiendish laughter could be heard from afar. The demon jumped from place to place, tore off limbs with ease, stole weapons constantly, killed by any means within his reach, and used his own rivals to stop attacks from others. Even so, his advance was clearly palpable, after all, he didn't have to fight the whole infinite army, just walk in a straight line, and that was exactly what he was doing, nothing could stop him.

The Meathook was brutal, over a thousand men died in 15 minutes of confrontation, one that did not tire his opponent at all, the monster kept up his unstoppable pace. But he did not have infinite energy, there was a maximum that a body could withstand, he simply could not defeat each and every one of the soldiers of the endless army. He patiently waited for the opportune moment to use his next card, but for that, he needed his rival to take his turn first, she would think that one of her traps would be enough to stop him, instead, he just had to wait for that opportunity and use it for himself, for his own purposes. Quite a few Gods tend to have enormous arrogance comparable only with themselves, they tend to commonly underestimate everything else, Nediadis was clearly one of them, her personality is as easy to read as a book, the Goddess fell into the trap, she thought her army was not enough, she thought they were only delaying her arrival, it was only feeding blood to the thirsty demon. But even so, she did not think of getting personally involved in the battle, that was for filthy beings she thought, and her enemy was counting on her to have that exact thought, she did not know that she had been tricked, she did not know that if she really lied to him she was the one who would win. Instead, she decided to resort to another of her tricks, she released her cruel creatures that roamed her garden, and each and every one of them charged forward without hesitation, not stopping even before her allies tried to stop her enemy. Each one was a mass of flesh at least 20 meters long, more worm-like than the humans they once were. They were capable of accelerating and attaining tremendous speed, one with which to run over their enemies, and in the unlikely event that he survived, their vicious jaws would crush him inside, they decimated more of his own body than his enemy could do on his own.

However, the ruler watched the huge creatures head towards him, placed his giant sword in front of him and prepared for the thunderous impact. The goddess could not believe the spectacular way in which the repulsive monster exploded from within, only to see her enemy intact, unmoved. The Emperor seeing that the perfect moment had arrived decided to look for the next step of his plan: intimidation, where the Goddess would recognize him not only as an enemy but as a serious threat to his kingdom, that both were in equal conditions, but that was not enough, he had to show it, she had to believe it from her heart, so he decided to do it in a theatrical way his move.

"The death gander is not enough!"
"It must be bigger! bloodier"
"Not enough deaths to pay for their offense against me!"
"This place must perish, its followers perish, its inhabitants perish!"
"As the Emperor of  the Eternal Atlantis, I decree that each and every follower of Nediadis shall die this day!"
"Arise, my subjects, heed the call of your Emperor!"
"Rise from the ground and burn this world!"
"Dragons rise from your graves and claim this territory for our glory!"
"OBEY YOUR MASTER!"

*SNAP*

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The ground of the earth was brutally broken with huge screams, and the veil of the temple was torn. From the infernal flames of the ground, furious wyverns began to emerge and take flight. Creatures of all shapes and sizes began to populate the world of Aria, all with one goal, to kill as many as they could. They were the same creatures that once populated the mythical continent, they returned to make an appearance by the will of their master, called by his rage they had to comply with his will, for he was their king. The winged creatures flew over the battlefield and set fire to the ocean of soldiers, the enormous snakes shattered with their lashes, and Brutal masses of stone rose up to unload blows against the survivors. The innumerable army of the Goddess was being annihilated, their numbers were enormous, but the task before them was even greater.

Yet each of the members of the great army advanced bravely onto the battlefield, for not only their religion at risk but their world. They faced their extinction, the day of reckoning, they fought for their survival. The dragons, unaware of their enemies' desire to live, continued to devastate the earth. In every corner of the world more and more creatures loyal to the Emperor joined his request to increase the killing in his name. Some of them, some of the most powerful Dragons assigned themselves a slightly different task, to track down and kill the most powerful and important nobles and aristocrats, who had taken refuge in the most recondite places of the land when their goddess and guide told them that they were facing an important battle.

Everyone was united in a common cause, to annihilate their enemy, and the emperor was pleased.

The battle became more and more filled with dirt, blood, and iron. It was complete chaos, the whole place was the ballroom of a macabre dance. It was impossible to distinguish the dead from the living, the dragons from the monsters, even the enemies from the allies, several were those who died at the hands of their comrades in arms. The emperor was happy at this desolate panorama, his chance had come, and his enemy had lost sight of him in the face of so much destruction of his untouchable kingdom in his eyes, a deadly mistake on any battlefield. Taking advantage of the oversight he changed his form to that of a dragon, one that no one had ever seen, completely white accompanied by bright blue eyes, to pass unnoticed, one more among the infinite crowd that grew more and more. He flew over the enemy army, who only saw him as just another beast, without any suspicion. Using the chaos to his advantage he used it as a cover to reach the castle still with enough energy to continue on and kill his real target. The Goddess never realized that her actions were what brought her enemy closer and closer.

In the courtroom of the castle, everything was in chaos. Reports of impossible death and destruction were all that came in. With so much death in front of her, she had lost sight of her rival, her wall was unknown. There were simply too many of her followers' souls perishing with each passing world. The Goddess could feel her world beginning to wither little by little, her greatest fear, her world of beauty was ending. She was angry and frightened at what she was facing. Was truly one person capable of unleashing all this destruction?

The holy heroes that the Goddess had appointed for the defense gathered at the entrance of the hall, they were ready to die for their faith, ready for the battle against the heretic. The demon will also celebrate the feast of cruelty before his eyes by the enemy, the fallen angel for his part I understand that he had screwed up, they had promised him a church in his honor when the battle was over and several of the women, it seemed an easy job, but I never expected to find the True Dragon of War here. But now he had noticed that he had been swindled. The Goddess had bought him to be buried next to her.

Footsteps were heard on the staircase before the gigantic hall where Nediadis was seated. It was Barnabas the Grim, champion of the lake of the skull, conqueror of the black continent, heir to the sword of thunder, undefeatable. He made a duel of hardness with his sword between him and the white monster, one that he lost easily due to the enormous weight of the sword, he watched with amazement as it did not stop even with his flesh. The other three watched in amazement at the ease with which he had died. His sword was split in two, symbolizing that he had used it to stop the blow, it was created from the mithril and the sacrifices of 500 warriors of the coliseum. All were just one more death in the holocaust that was happening this day.

Elise was close to the Goddess, but she could not yet launch a fight against her. She still had to get one last element to ensure her victory, she needed to win the Goddess' Fear, to launch a campaign of terror that would be able to move her inner self so that she would imagine herself weak. She had to show ferocity at any cost, and be swift before she regained her composure. The holy heroes in front of her would be her tools to show cruelty. Nediadis, unaware of her rival's movements, with a mind full of doubts about what to do, did not know what to expect from the white monster, as he seemed to bring out new things every time he showed her one of his intents. Desperate she saw an opportunity in the situation in front of her, she could stop the greatest weapon of her enemy, the legendary sword Avalon, not being aware that it was just another tool and not a means to victory. She cast much of her magic and cast her greatest curse known. Several black chains came out of the ground trying to hit the white girl, who upon seeing the attack threw herself backward without hesitation, but that was not the objective of the attack. The chains wrapped around the huge sword, tying it to the ground without restraint. Without her sword she would not be able to protect herself from the attacks, The Goddess smiled at what she believed would be her victory.

But something was wrong, the white girl did not even try to retrieve her sword. Instead, she just smiled wider, her face was frighteningly cheerful. She just left it in place and cracked her knuckles, signaling that she would now fight with her hands. Elise saw this setback as the perfect moment. If she could use her enemy's best hope again and show it as a mistake she could get what she wanted. Now was the time to capitalize on the mistake.

"YES! YES!"
"That's what I'm talking about!"
"More of it! More of that!"
"I love battle!"
"Come on! I can do it!"
"Come on! People won't die alone today!" the monster mocked shouting.

The three remaining heroes and several of the Goddess' guards rushed at the same time to the attack. Elise received them with open arms. She jumped quickly against one of them, grabbed him by the head, and threw him against the handle of Avalon, piercing it and exploding leaving the rest of the body still hanging, but it was not enough, more ruthlessness was needed. A huge guy lunged and threw a brutal flurry of fists, but the little girl dodged several of them, however, she received one of them with maximum power, the strong man punished the mistake with an even stronger one, and then another one, but he didn't know he was being used. Elise had simply sacrificed one of her cheeks to give them hope to crush later for the Goddess' dress. Revenging the favor she kicked the man in the knee, it was not a strong blow, but in the exact place for him to lose his posture and fall to his knees, right next to the sealed sword, thus paying a high price for his clumsiness. The girl did not need much strength, she simply needed to take the head and push it, a single blow was enough to cut his neck and slit his throat, but she preferred to follow with another one to finish decapitating him with the sword that was still chained to the ground. by a curse, for the amusement of both Nediadis and herself. Next was the female knight, the captain of the Goddess' group of guards, she had prepared all her life for this moment, she launched consecutive thrusts with her poisoned rapier sword, the girl simply used the protectors on her forearms that she had gotten in another fantasy world, they were not as strong as the mythical sword of the girl knight, but light and fluid movement was enough to move the blade away from the skin. Witnessing the mocking way in which the white girl mocked the attacks that she had practiced with dedication for so long, she got angry and attacked even more. Instead, Elise noticed a brutal flaw in the enemy's technique, the sword was too stiff, too hard, too stiff, too strict, and there was not even a spark of inspiration behind the handle. The person wielding the sword was not able to change her strategy to a different one, she kept launching the same attack over and over again without stopping expecting a different result, something that did not happen the first time nor the following ones. The captain had practiced the art of the sword all her life, and yet she lacked creativity, she was someone who had prepared a lot, and yet she had never fought in person until today. Despite her huge and elaborate armor, she was no more different than any of the other cannon fodder in the gardens. Fed up with such a dull fight where even the previous heroes had at least demonstrated skill, he decided to use her for his own plans. This girl must be one of the high confidants of the Goddess Nediadis, her loss would be enough to move his heart from earth. Dancing around her he got behind her and pushed her against the metal ropes and held her head against them, her neck crushed between the cursed chains and the claws of the white monster, choking in tears as her hand pointed to the Goddess to whom she had played allegiance and cried out for her help, but Nediadis just watched what was happening without moving, When she took her last breath, the girl took the head and dragged it along the chain to finish destroying the neck and decapitating it, then throwing the head with a face of disappointment towards the throne, the head fell at the feet of Nediadis, who could see the light escape from the tearful eyes of her guard.

With such an act the seed of fear was sown inside the powerful Goddess, the first time that the Goddess felt fear, who now began to really question her victory because even if she won or lost her world would not be the same after tonight. Her eternal world had changed, and what was worse an external force that she had attracted with her selfish acts. The Goddess was not aware that she had contributed to her fear. 

The Goddess looked into the eyes of the white girl, on her face, there was only a disturbing smile. Someone who was enjoying all this, someone who was happy to be able to kill to her heart's content. A sadistic demon who enjoyed hurting others, someone who loved the challenge, the challenge, someone who kill made him feel alive. Just to increase the fear, she tried to establish dominance of her situation, she extended her arm and Avalon broke her chains by herself and flew to her master's hand, for the thorn had been created because moments like this were her specialty, the pride of the Atlanteans, the weapon to defeat their powerful enemies. He had not done it before because he simply wanted to kill with his hands, to make it more personal, to get the fear of his enemy, to ensure his victory. The being himself was disgusted by the brutal decoration of the castle, it was ungrateful in his red eyes. Sensing their master's fury, the Dragons that had hitherto stayed away from the palace began to fly towards it and shot fireballs, which began to scatter throughout the gardens of love.

Elise found her mother in the crowd of squirming furniture. Her smile did not fade, the color in her eyes did. The hatred inside her was enormous, she wanted revenge and she would not stop until she got it. He also thought that their encounter, although fruitful in terms of death, was taking too long for his poor mother. So he wanted to speed things up, even more, to make the Goddess feel that she had no power over him. Also, his hand to the sky and a huge army of dragons began to ram the roof, cracking it more and more, until when it was about to collapse huge snakes pierced it for several places, the same was then killed by his other fellow dragons, they were nailed innumerable claws of monsters with wings, and among the strength of all of them managed to remove the huge dome of the throne room of the castle.

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In the sky, you could see the light of the sun that had disappeared fifty years ago. The great slaughter that had begun only a few hours ago was such that all the magic stolen from the sky and the stars were returning. The mighty wizards with their deaths returned the power they had borrowed, the immortal nobles were not so much after their entrails were devoured by the dragons. All that the goddess had worked for in her territory in recent years was being lost with every passing minute. And yet the list of resources at the disposal of the True Dragon of War went on and on. The very sun that he had created with his actions was becoming more and more unbanished, little by little the darkness was returning.  The sun was setting due to the presence of a new huge object, something big enough to cover the sun completely, creating again the night with its shadow.

What better way to strike fear into someone else than violate her sovereignty and show that someone else had authority over the sky that was supposed to belong to the Goddess. She watched in amazement as someone mocked her right as a goddess repeatedly, first returning the Sun, then the stars, and now taking everything back as part of his domain.

Nediadis was surprised at the demonstration in front of her, it was the first time she felt a new emotion: Fear. What was in front of her was not a mortal creature as she supposed. It was a hunter playing with his prey, death mocking the actions of his victims. She had fallen into the clutches of her enemy's monster, she was right where he wanted her to be, he had her dancing in his hands, all she could do was react to whatever he did, but she would never be on the offensive again, for she had lost. The Emperor now had all the leverage he needed, now he only had to claim what was rightfully his, the victory.

For the first time, the Goddess was aware that with her actions she was the creator of her own perdition.

In a panic, she ordered her last two guards, perhaps capable of overpowering defeat the monster to attack, but it was too late.

The demon took one of the magic spears and threw it at Elise, who received it head-on with his sword, it created a huge explosion and smoke, and the demon who looked like a huge pig used it to create a smoke screen to get closer. The fallen angel stood next to Elise in the next second. He had noticed that the white girl was constantly receiving blows from the front and thought that her sides must be her weakness, good observer he turned out to be, but if he had been even better maybe he would have noticed that the girl was fully aware of this, so he always had a second plan at hand, and in this case, it turned out to be a key pistol, one of the thousands of pistols of the demon Lisa, someone who loved to cause harm to her enemies and especially pain, with a particular hatred against angels, so for sure she must have something special for them, fallen or not. The name Stella Heaven Express was engraved on the side of the gun, the key turned, the gun fired, and a 72-caliber glass Slug exploded into a thousand more pieces upon impacting its victim, breaking and tearing each and every single one of the victim's organs. The fallen angel could only agonize for a few minutes on the ground before dying.

The demon jumped over the smoke screen and threw a hook connected to a chain. The white girl was still holding the sword in her other hand, she didn't have time to remove it, the chain went around her arm several times, and the hook attached itself to the flesh. The demon landed behind him and pulled the chain, to lure his little victim to him and finish him off. However, the white dragon dropped the pistol key and grabbed a dagger hidden between his thighs, the demon noticed this and grabbed his sawed-off shotgun to shoot. A quick duel between the two weapons, one that was not won fairly, Elise knew she would not beat the firearm, her answer? Throw the dagger first. It was thrust into the demon's chest, it wouldn't kill him because of how fat he was, but it bought a few more precious seconds of life. She came up beside him with the momentum, the pig of a man took aim again with his shotgun, but Elise with her healthy hand grabbed the chain and slid it around his neck, which she then completed the round, jumped behind him and pulled hard. Same trick, same result, the heavy horrible man fell to the ground and shook with his death.

Even with all that Nediadis still had one last trick prepared, a storage room where one of the most repulsive creatures in the castle was kept. A despicable being since its birth and that became even more so when the Goddess discovered it and made it worse. The mass of flesh had no consciousness at this point, it had lost it a long time ago, it was only a body that listened to its master, who had given it the order to attack. From one of the gardens of the place came out the gigantic monster, which almost rivaled in size with the largest Dragons. Still, Elise looked down at the creature, He had to do it, he had to not show weakness, he had to not hesitate, he had to not be unprepared, he had to be an unbreakable wall in the eyes of the Goddess if he wanted to win. In his head he thought about the quickest way to deal with the problem, he remembered what was the best option for something that was almost as important as a dragon. Then he just used it to his advantage to further enhance his portrayal of himself.

"So you know how to create monsters like that"
"It's a pity that the way to deal with them has already been invented years ago"
"What's more, I'm going to show you that no matter what you do, you can't change your destiny"
"Go ahead, go ahead and call all the monsters you want, none of them will make it"
"...."
"Admire true power!"
"Admire Atlantis in all its bloody splendor!"
"...."
"Helios Blaze! Burn the enemies from the throne"
"Reduce the enemy land to nothing"
"OBEY YOUR MASTER!"

*SNAP*

A blinding beam of light manifested again for the second time in the day, this time it was a pillar of light, and origin of it came from the sky. From where the huge flying continent began to descend little by little, incriminating more and more the power of destruction on the battlefield that had the humans facing the dragons. Helios Blaze was the source of the brutal attack that vaporized the beloved Nediadis creature, it was one of the many weapons created by Rose to defeat the True Dragons, they were all property of Atlantis, and as an extension property of the Emperor, it was only natural that he could use them as he saw fitting. 

The goddess could not comprehend the appearance of a whole new continent in the world, her world, just by the simple call of a creature. The True Dragon of War was finally in front of her, just a couple of meters away, Nediadis wanted to opt for the fast way, but her body did not move to comply with the order, she remembered what THE BOSS told her. With no other way out and full of terror she grabbed her weapon, a spear also adorned in the sky and launched herself against her greatest enemy. But it was a lost battle, lost from the moment she entered the fight without the will to win. She could not see the truth in front of her, that the creature in front of her was not who she thought.

Elise was anxious with the opportunity before her, to meet a great rival, one worthy of using the best of himself, to live or die by the sword, where only his skill, tenacity, and ingenuity would see the dawn of the next day.

The fight instead was short, even disappointing. Cesar was not satisfied with his victory, he felt empty, once again it was not the meeting of wills he expected. He grabbed her leg and like a brute dragged her whole body until he reached the throne. He held her head and slammed it against his throne several times, each time the damage was greater, but he did not stop, he went on and on. But even when Nediadis' head was just a mass he didn't stop, he didn't feel that adrenaline rush he thought it would give him. It was a waste of time.

Now that the time for enjoyment was over, it was time to get to work.

He took Avalon, which was red and covered with flesh from the barbaric deaths and long battle that had occurred. On the hilt were still the remains of the second hero who had died, but that did not matter to its owner. Atlantis had once again won the victory in the war, it was time to reclaim the territory for the Eternal Atlantis, for that was his Empire Domain. The ground around the castle began to shake, and the ground around the castle began to shatter, to fall apart. The castle of Love Gardens began to rise to the sky, to join the rest of the continent, along with all the other territories claimed by the Atlanteans. As tradition would have it, a new wall was created in the castle in the clouds, one that told the story of how the new territory was obtained, and how its emperor had fought heroically on the front lines of battle.

Not all was over yet, Elise took one of the crystals in her hair and unraveled it. With it in her hand, she approached the body of the goddess and stabbed it into her chest. A million screams from hell rang out, and the lives lost were being claimed. The life force that the goddess had collected throughout her existence was being collected. The Codex was tinged a little red, only a measly 30%. Three billion lives had been lost today in the world of Aria because of the dragons, Two-thirds of the world's total population in exchange, and yet only a part of the crystal was bought. The guardian looked with disgust at the result, to see it filled in this way was despicable, but this world deserved it in her eyes. The crystal returned to its normal color and she reattached it to his hair. 

Soon after angels began to descend from heaven, they had a lot of people to treat and save. They didn't want to be next.

"  That day the most powerful empire that ever existed in this world was gone, all in one night. ten thousand years of history lost in a matter of hours. The most corrupt empire that ever existed was purified. The Great True Dragon tired of the sins of the world awoke to cleanse the world and bring in a new era of cleansing, where it was forbidden for any one civilization to be ahead of another. The dragons left in a single night, but they left their bones behind so that people will always keep in mind that what happened was real and that the dragon is somewhere, watching. In the dark, in the light "

" That is the origin of the Dragon Purification Day. Don't be his next prey " Ancient legend of the Forest Elves.