Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

Yet just after a few minutes, Amera's mages appear side by side with the werewolf's. Coupled together and using the mechas as a shield, they both managed to slay a lot of lycans in no time.

That instantly caused a strife at the front lines. Lycans seemed to be annoyed and challenged by these sudden attacks, especially when the mages run next to shield behind the swarm of mechas.

That prevented the nearby lycans from stepping forward and fighting them. In return the mages were all resting while the lycans were pushing themselves to the limit to kill the mechas.

And in addition to that the mages acted like hawks. They kept moving in the rear lines and calmly selecting their targets before they jumped at them and took away their lives.

Like a small knife slowly peeling off a tree branch and eating it away, they kept hitting the lycans.

After ten minutes they finally managed to force the lycans to stop. With the help of many sacrifices from the mecha army, the lycans' great momentum just came to halt.

"Great," Amera could only smile while watching these changes in the fight up front. "Where the hell are you?"

Yet in less than a few more minutes, the one she was wondering about just appeared.

Doaf came from the far behind, leading a mighty charge of his mages while throwing themselves like ferocious lions in the middle of the lycans' rear ranks.

Their sudden appearance and their unstoppable momentum created chaos in the lycans lines. The few thousand elites of lycans were now being pressured from two sides, while they lost all their charging momentum.

"This is... going to be our win," Amera finally felt a relief towards the end of this fight.

Yet as she was about to let her guard down, a sudden development came out of her expectations.

"Kill them all!" All of a sudden some of the mages who stood in the back to help her control the array turned their blades around.

In a blink of an eye many mages around were either deeply wounded or got killed. Amera only gazed at all this with cold eyes, while she already had anticipated this threat a long time ago.

What she cared about was the heart of the array. As long as there were mages standing and controlling it then no danger was present at this moment.

"That's... good," she heaved a sigh of relief when she saw those deeply wounded mages still standing on her side and controlling the heart of the array.

"Keep it working," she shouted before she turned her blade towards the traitors, "leave these maggots to me... I swear if this was another situation I won't give you an easy death."

The next moment she threw her spear and it instantly penetrated one of the traitors' chest. She flew fast to grab the spear and take it out from his chest before she inserted it in his head.

And that traitor was killed.

"It's your turn now," she was now standing in the middle of ten traitors. Yet she didn't feel any fear or doubt.

The traitors attacked. They swung their swords, waved their aces, and even threw their arrows towards her.

Yet all she did was to evade, easily tilting her body right and left, ducked and jumped at some times while her spear never stopped moving around.

Each traitor got two hits, one to the chest at the place of the heart and one in his or her head. She didn't show any mercy or even hesitate to crush anyone in her way.

And as she was dancing around with those ten, more started to pour in.

"What the hell..." she finally realized something was wrong when she was faced with a great number of mages.

Number that shouldn't be here in the first place.

"A hidden world... damn!" She finally saw that large pond of water created by some artifact held by one of the traitors. Many mages kept pouring out of this pond, including many lycans as well.

"This is bad..." She knew things were about to get out of control. But what made her heart sank was what she noticed at one corner of this place.

With such fresh blood, the traitors alongside their allied lycans started to aim towards the tower. At first they were halted by Arthur's mechas.

But in the following minutes it was proven impossible for those mechas to stand against all these high realm and elite mages of the enemy side.

As they penetrated through the mecha lines, they didn't aim towards Arthur as she feared. They aimed towards a corner where a familiar array appeared in front of her eyes.

"No f*cking way! Are they trying to kill us all!"

It was the scorching land array!

"This is bad! Terribly bad!"

She turned her head looking for help from anywhere. Yet at this point all her allies and forces were deeply entangled with a deadly fight with their enemies, desperately trying to stop them from advancing.

She wanted to scream... Shout at them to make anyone come and help. But deep down her soul she realized the bitter truth that one of her enemies said in a vicious tone:

"Just give up already," a lycan mage advanced calmly while she got surrounded by lines of hundreds of mages, "there is no hope anymore for all of you. Yet you should praise yourself for pushing us this far."

"But we... lost at the end," Amera bitterly smiled while feeling so much bitter inside her throat right now. Her eyes were burning with tears of defeat as she watched the enemies' mages about to activate the array.

"You never stood a chance against us from the start," the lycan mage smirked, "we got everything well planned and even had many traitors inside your high ranks. You stood no chance from the beginning, yet you managed to push us this hard. I can only express my admiration to all of you."

"Humph," Amera could only answer with a harrumph while she closed her eyes. She wanted to struggle, fight till the bitter end.

But she also knew no matter what she did nothing would change this outcome. She accepted her failure and as such she finally laid down her spear.

"At least I won't die as a traitor," she said to herself, "I have no shame, only regret for not doing extra to stop this."

She took a deep breath and finally was ready to welcome her end... her friends, allies, and even her entire world's end.

However she missed one person, the only one who could change the entire outcome of this end.