Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

The moment he saw them, Arthur's eyes shone brightly with joy. "Wow, never thought you'd save me the trouble and bring everyone here," he laughed as he pointed towards those forty like they were nothing.

"It's hilarious, I always hear when death approaches a man, the man will turn crazy. First time to see this truly apparent in front of my eyes."

Arthur turned to face his speaker, it was an old man with many wrinkles all over his face.

"Who are you?" Arthur asked while glancing over the long stick the man held.

It was strangely familiar, but he didn't know where he saw it before.

"Me?" the man laughed before adding, "I have to thank you, as this soul was something I craved for for years, but couldn't have it until you showed up."

The words of the man made Arthur realize where he saw this stick before. "A dragonair's soul?" he muttered in doubt, but his instincts told him he was right in his guess.

"Good guess," the man nodded before pointing to the stick, "do you recognize this one? It's said every single dragonair has innate fear from it, is it true?"

"Ask yourself, aren't you considered one now?" Arthur retorted back.

"Tsk, I'm not considered pur one as the soul of that old dragonair was consumed by me," the man shook his head in regret before adding, "but I was told this stick can deal with you easily, just like this arena here."

Arthur glanced all around, while wondering why this man was so generous to speak with him with such ease. "Are you trying to buy yourself time?" Arthur smirked, "do you think this old place can hold me?"

"Sure," the man laughed, showing his fallen teeth, "this place was once the place of the dragonair's prison. A place to deal with rogue dragonairs like yourself."

"Wow, never thought the dragonairs had a code of honor," Arthur laughed before thinking about his system. 'Scout the place.'

'Ding! I did, there are buried pillars that resembled the stick in that old man's hand. They have a suppressing aura, enough to deal with you.'

'Damn! Why didn't you alarm me then to act?'

'Ding! Be calm, it's not yet the time to act,' the system vaguely answered before adding, 'Ding! Just trust me on this one.'

'Tsk, do I look like I have a choice here,' Arthur inwardly sighed before watching the old man laugh all of sudden like crazy. "It's done, your doomsday is here and those venerable guests will be the witness of your execution."

"Humph," Arthur didn't care about this threat as he glanced all around. "Around a thousand monster of this world, and another thousand of the outside world, hmm…" he muttered like he was counting his sheep not enemies.

"Don't mind them," the man laughed, "they aren't here to fight you, your enemy will be the old curse buried here by your dear ancestors."

The man ended his words by holding the stick by both hands and raising it high in the air.

'System!' Arthur nervously asked as he felt a dreadful aura coming from the stick.

'Ding! Just wait!'

"Boom!"

The next moment the old man landed the stick heavily on the ground, causing old cracks that weren't even seen to shine with golden light. "Let the forsaken golden dragons descend once more on these lands," the man shouted and the earth trembled of his mantra.

"Damn! Golden dragons! What I miss here?"

'Ding! Just wait,' the system looked cooler and far collected that Arthur who didn't understand what his system was planning.

Yet he trusted his system and knew it was up to something for sure.

"Rumble!"

Suddenly the world rumbled when dozens of gigantic golden pillars started to appear from the depth of the ground. The moment these pillars appeared, Arthur felt innate fear coming from the depth of his soul.

'Ding! Don't panic,' the system shouted, 'Ding! This is good for you.'

"Say something else," Arthur smirked as he nervously tried to be calm.

The old man retreated outside the zone of these pillars. They weren't far apart, and they all created a huge circle with Arthur being in its center.

"C'mon, tell me something nice," Arthur muttered nervously when he noticed the golden aura erupting from the apices of these pillars. The twelve beams of light coalesced together and formed a phantom of a dragon.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared, and the roar alone was enough to exert pressure over Arthur, making him lean on one leg. "Damn!" he cursed while trying to turn into a dragon, yet he failed!

'Ding! Don't resist, it's aimed only for you.'

"C'mon, on which side you are on?!!"

'Ding! It's you, of course!'

"Damn! Why can't I turn into a dragon?"

'Ding! It's an old and incomplete sealing diagram targeting dragonairs,' the system said.

"Tell me something I don't know!"

'Ding! It only can suppress one dragon at a time,' the system added and Arthur didn't need to listen to more.

"Good, I like your plan," it was his time to laugh wildly, making everyone here glance weirdly at him. "When do you plan to act?" he asked.

'Ding! When the chains appear.'

"C'mon, there are chains as well?"

Just as Arthur exclaimed in discontent towards his system, the dragon waved its wings and moved fast towards his body, engulfing him. Arthur felt his body being burdened by a mighty weight that tormented his body and made him lean further to the ground. "Damn! Are these the chains you talked about?"

'Ding! It's still coming.'

"There is more?!!" Arthur was speechless and admired his system ruthlessness.

'Ding! You need to take the full toll of this old sealing array or else others won't be able to help properly.'

"Sigh, I hope my life won't be in danger."

'Ding! Not directly,' the system laughed before adding, 'Ding! But this will make you unable to move or summon your own dragon form. So others can easily kill you.'