Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

The fight didn't yet end but for him he wasn't bothered by anything right now. He had all his attention on the place he was currently in. "What's this place? And what's about these chains and golden dragons?" he muttered to himself while heading towards the places these pillars were.

The pillars were still erect, golden in color with golden lines connecting them all on the ground.

"The light is… fading," he muttered after moments of deep observation. "How can I connect to these pillars?" he stood against one of them, closely observing it.

'Ding! You can connect to them by your blood, I guess, but you have to be ready for a huge impact,' the system suddenly spoke and Arthur just nodded.

"I feel their oppressing aura shaking off my soul, but something kept telling me that I need to get these," Arthur said while stretching his hand to touch the pillar.

The moment his hand touched it, a flash of many images appeared all of sudden into his mind. He couldn't make sense of any of them, yet when he retreated his hand he had only one feeling that reached him.

"Anger?" he muttered as he added, "you are feeling angry, right?"

'Ding! I observed the scenes you saw,' the system said and paused.

"And?"

'Ding! It seems a little chaotic, but the scenes contained three types of dragons; golden, black, and silver. The three seemed to live in harmony before a big war erupted and the dragons kept killing each other.'

Arthur tried to relate what the system said with what he had in mind but he couldn't. the scenes he saw were really fast and nearly merged together.

"Are they angry at me? Of the black dragons? The dragonairs?" he asked while trying to find some sense in all this mess.

'Ding! Perhaps, but the scenes didn't include anything related to who started the war,' the system said before adding, 'Ding! But the scenes contained mainy enmity towards your kin.'

"I can guess that," Arthur nodded before adding, "but is it dangerous for me to take them inside my garden? To let them touch my soul?"

'Ding! This question I have not enough information to answer.'

"But it's possible, right?"

'Ding! Yeah, it's possible.'

Arthur touched the pillar once again, and this time he tried to withstand the pressure of all those images popping up in his mind. Yet after brief moments he couldn't take anymore and had to take back his hand.

"Did you find anything new?"

'Ding! All is about the war between the three dragons,' the system said before adding, 'Ding! There is a single scene speaking about this place here.'

"Really?" Arthur was instantly interested, "what is it talking about?"

'Ding! It seems one of the great leaders of the golden dragon clan was buried here,' the system paused before adding, 'Ding! Alive!'

Arthur hesitated as he understood what this meant. "Is he… still alive?" he asked.

'Ding! I can't tell,' the system said before adding, 'Ding! But judging from things here, his body must be shattered but his soul is still there.'

"Amazing," Arthur commented, "that adds more danger then."

'Ding! Afraid?'

"Sure."

'Ding! Will you leave this place and leave?'

"Without exploring that old golden dragon? Not a chance!" Arthur laughed before glancing towards the distant old man, "I believe that stick he had holds the great secret about this place."

He smiled as he turned to walk leisurely towards the frightened man. "It's time for you to die," he smiled while the old man was instantly terrified and had his body trembling. 'Stay away you monster," he shouted before waving the stick towards Arthur.

Yet nothing happened this time.

"It seems your little toy can only be used one time by you," Arthur laughed before whistling, "Boys, wrap things up and you come to kill that man," he said to Henry who nodded and went instantly to the old man, smashing his old fragile body to the ground.

"Damn you, roar!" the old man turned instantly into a dragon, but it was such a futile attempt. Under the great wings and claws of Henry, the man stood no chance at all even if he turned into such a small dragon.

"Tsk, just this size and you dare to act full of yourself," Arthur shook his head before laughing, "kill him, Henry."

Henry received the order before he opened his mouth and sprayed such a concentrated fire over the body of the old man, turning it into a dragon torch for a few minutes before turning into ash.

Taking such a hit from Henry from such a close distance and being so much concentrated was a death call for this man. Arthur stood on the side watching in cold blood the old man's roars before they died down with him.

"What is that?" Arthur's eyes shone brightly when he noticed something. "Henry, keep spraying fire over that stick," he hurriedly shouted and Henry didn't find it hard to shift the fire towards the long slim stick that was in the hands of the old man moments ago.

As the fire touched it, a glittering light started to appear in its smooth surface. "Amazing," Arthur laughed before adding, "this stick can be activated using fire."

'Ding! But the fire of Henry seems insufficient.'

"I noticed," Arthur didn't hesitate to turn into a dragon before shouting, "anyone with fire breath come here at once."

His shout landed and many dragons retreated from the scattered fight here and there before appearing beside Arthur.

"Master."

"Master."

"Master."

They all greeted him in veneration and respect. "All spray fire over this stick, let's see where this will end up," he ordered before opening his mouth and starting to spray fire over the stick.

All the dragons around him, numbering to one hundred and eighty-three, opened their mouths and started hitting the small stick with what they had.

The stick kept shining, and even after the addition of all these dragons it didn't show up much improvement.

"What's missing?" Arthur thought after minutes of constant grilling the stick.

'Ding! Perhaps the nature of the golden dragons isn't just fire,' the system suddenly said and as usual this gave Arthur great insights in the right time.

"Everyone, kill whom you are fighting and stop toying with them," Arthur shouted before adding, "all come here and use their breaths."