C.o.t.D: Chapter 13 (Arc 1 Epilogue) - Echoes of the Past

  • Chapter 13: Echoes of the Past

     

    16th Second Seed, 2E 258

    The clouds hovering over Greenshade grew darker as thunder growled the skies. The trees whispered fear in the air when the strong winds blew them. But under the harsh whispers were the sounds of horses galloping, charging towards the opposite direction where the winds blew.

    Two Mers strided their Palomino horses, their manes rose up like hairy spikes against the wind currents. Between them, a Khajiit led the group into the storm in a black destrier, the emblem of the Aldmeri Dominion visible on his saddle. He donned an armor that resembled Akaviri in design but was adorned with lunar symbols like all Khajiiti armor were styled.

    “How far is the dolmen, Drez?” Cynia asked Drezik-do. They had to shout at each other in order to communicate due to the harsh whispers and thunderstorms. She wore a leather armor reinforced with shell plates. Her bow and an assortment of arrows were purely made out of bones. There was no indication of any wood used in her weapons and armor. Bosmers were followers of the Green Pact, and her equipment proudly showed it.

    “Just follow the beam of light.” The Khajiit pointed out. The beam shined brighter than anything across the vast graht-oak forest. It almost seemed like a beacon of hope but it was the opposite of it.

    “We must be quick.” urged Silildur, the Altmer sorcerer-priest that accompanied them. “Summoning a Dark Anchor requires a sacrifice. We cannot let the cultists take an innocent life and let Daedra pour into Valenwood.” Unlike his companions, the Altmer wore a hooded light blue robe with matching pauldrons, gauntlets, boots and greaves.

    Drezik-do and Cynia both nodded at the Altmer’s advice. All three whipped the reins of their horses which caused them to sprint more faster.

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    They arrived somewhere south of Marbruk, near the Wilderking Court. A giant circle started to unveil above where the beam of light shined.

    “It’s about to begin. Silildur reminded them. ”I pray to Auri-El that we can stop it in time.”

    They rushed towards the tree lines near the base of the dolmen where six Worm cultists were chanting. An Imperial stood just below the beam of light. He appeared to be charmed as he didn’t display any fear of being sacrificed.

    “We need to take out the leader.” Drezik-do whispered to his companions. They were running out of time and only had a sliver of opportunity.

    “Right, but there’s a slight problem...” Cynia added. “Who’s the damn leader?”

    Then, one of the cultist began his appeal. “Lord Molag Bal, Prince of Domination, we offer you this soul as a gift for you to enslave!...”

    “That answers your question.” Silildur plainly replied.

    Cynia readied her bow and nocked an arrow. She had gauge her trajectory due to the strong winds that would make her miss if shot dead on. She aimed her Senche-tiger bone arrow a bit to the left of the cultist leader, quietly praying to Y’ffre to let him guide her arrow towards her prey. With a pull of the bowstring, the arrow flew, spinning in the twisted winds as it seemingly bended to the right.

    “Send down your army and…” Before the cultist could finish his appeal, the arrow struck his back, nearly piercing through him, blood drip from his mouth as he collapsed, shocking the other cultists.

    “It’s the Dominion!” A cultist shouted.

    Drezik-do and his Mer companions appeared from the tree lines with blade, staff and bow, ready to taste the tainted blood of the necromancers. They had been facing the Worm Cult for weeks now, yet their numbers weren’t showing a sign of decline despite the hundreds of members that fell under the might of the Covenant, Dominion and Pact.

    Before the Worm cultists could attack, two of their members started floating along with the sacrifice. At first, it was a gentle lift up into the air. But then, it gained speed until all three of them were sucked into the gaping white hole above the dark skies, their cries turned to faint whispers.

    “We’re too late.” Silildur acknowledged.

    A sinister laugh erupted from the hole, signalling the arrival of Molag Bal’s army of Daedra. A ring of twisted black spikes emerged from the hole, slowly spinning as rain started to pour and the thunderstorms brought down the sound of a thousand drums beating non-stop. Three massive spiked chains shot down, attaching itself into the center of the dolmen. The merging of Nirn and Coldharbour has begun.

    “Behold, fools!” One of the cultists announced to the three. “The army of Coldharbour has arrived!” She laughed, followed by the other cultists.

    Cynia shot an arrow at the necromancer’s throat, silencing her. She reminded the other cultists that they weren’t out of the woods yet as it was her woods that they were roaming in.

    The three cultists attacked, staying close to the four pinions that dotted the base of the anchor. If all four pinions were filled with souls, they would open and cause the chains to detach, shutting down the Dark Anchor.

    Drezik-do and Silildur spread out while Cynia had fallen back to the tree lines, providing cover fire for the two. An exchange of spells and arrows flew across the wind-swept grassland as Drezik-do swiftly evaded the barrage of ice spikes coming his way.

    The Khajiit was fast even in his medium armor. His tail followed his movement like a thin shadow. Drezik-do rushed at the young necromancer with astounding speed. He imbued his katana with a flame spell that turns it into a temporary flame sword. In one blinding slash, he cut the necromancer’s body into two, the flames turned the severed body into charred chunks of meat.

    Another cultist leaped from his right with a conjured sword in his hand. Drezik-do rolled forwards, curling up his tail before the ethereal blade plunged into it. He faced the cultist and kicked him as he tried to yank the blade out from the ground.

    The cultist tried to conjure up another sword but he was thwarted when Drezik-do jabbed his katana into the man’s palm. He screamed as the pain was too much to bare. The magicka that flowed through his hand now seeped out from the wound along with the blood. The man’s pain was eased when an arrow punctured his head. Drezik-do saw Cynia’s green eyes that was filled with disappointment as she walked towards him.

    Dammit, not this again.

    “You should’ve killed him rather than make him suffer.” She scolded, pulling out the arrow from the dead cultist’s skull. “Or have you started going back to your old ways?”

    “No!” Drezik-do hissed in anger, remembering what happened all those years ago. “I was forced to do what I did. Forced.” He gritted his teeth upon saying it.

    Their argument was cut short when a cultist was impaled by a spear of sun and exploded in a spectacular light show.that quickly brought the two towards the scene. Silildur stood above the remains of the cultist that was now a pile of ash. He held his staff on his right hand while the other held another sun spear, golden as its wielder’s skin.

    “Auri-El has cleansed his body but his soul was far too corrupt to save.” The sorcerer-priest lamented. His hood had been pulled down, revealing his long silver hair. “I have only taken down one. What about the two of you?”

    “Two” Cynia replied when Drezik-do couldn’t answer due to their brief argument which left a bitter reminder for him. “Which leaves us with only the Dark Anchor to deal with.”

    “Foolish mortals!” A grim voice boomed from the anchor. Each word sent the ground trembling. “Do you think you can stop my army from invading your world? I, Molag Bal, will claim Nirn as part of my plane and all will bow before me!”

    A large cloud then descended down from the portal, covering the base of the dolmen in a thick gray fog. The fog wasn’t the only thing that came down. The three heard heavy footsteps from inside the fog. First, it sounded like one man. A second later, it was three, then five and six. When the fog began to dissipate, burning blue eyes appeared from within, sending down chills of death at the three but they didn’t give in to the fear.

    Six dremoras emerged from the fog, led by a Kynreeve who stood at the center of the dolmen, guarding it. They were all clad in Daedric armor, every corner and edge of their armor had spikes to harm those foolish enough to charge at them head-on. Their weapons had an edge that could cut through steel and courage like paper.

    “Hekem-Ayem-Lyr-Tayem!” The Kynreeve ordered in Daedric, causing the dremoras to stop just within Cynia’s arrow reach.

    She could’ve taken out at least three of them with a few Mammoth bone arrows, but her eagle-like eyes couldn’t find the smallest gap in their armors.

    Both sides were locked in a standstill with the dremoras out numbering the mortals, two to one. But the more, the better as the dremoras would fill up the pinions with their souls, or animuses. The only catch was how many they had to kill.

    The Kynreeve then broke the silence by roaring in Tamrielic. “Rip them apart and feast on their hearts!!”

    The dremoras charged at the three, roaring and raising their weapons. Cynia reached for an arrow in her quiver before her hand was stopped by Drezik-do upon pulling an arrow. He shook his head, implying a No at her. She reluctantly trusted her Khajiit friend and placed the arrow back in the quiver, hoping that what he’s thinking would save their skins… or fur in his case.

    When the dremoras were a few feet ahead of them, Drezik-do ran forward and jumped into the air. Wings of molten rock protruded out his back. He resembled a humanoid dragon with fur, soaring in the air. He slammed down into the dremoras, creating a shockwave that sent the daedras reeling back and the ground shattered, forming a shallow crater around him.

    Now given more breathing room, Cynia and Silildur went on the offensive, attacking the downed and dazed dremoras. Two of them met a quick end by Cynia’s arrows after their helmets were shattered by the Khajiit’s shockwave. Their animuses swirled into one of the pinions, opening it.

    “One of the pinions has opened. Quick, destroy it!” Drezik-do notified to his companions.

    Silildir wasted no time, he threw his sun spear at exposed pinion. It exploded as the gears snapped.

    The Kynreeve was enraged at the Altmer’s action. He jumped off from the dolmen and led the charge himself, carrying his wicked daedric greatsword. His subordinates followed him with a boost in morale. The Kynreeve directly went for Drezik-do, cleaving his greatsword left and right. The Khajiit dodged every attack, he outmatched the Daedra in speed and agility, using this advantage to tire his opponent down.

    He danced around the enraged dremora like a jester, taunting him and feigning fear. He would sometimes poke his katana at the Kynreeve’s armor, enraging him even more. The dremora made a savage left swing, but it only cut the air. Drezik-do ducked and hacked the daedra’s legs with a two-handed hit, leaving a large dent on his greaves.

    The dremora snarled, his blade descended onto the pest that crawled below his legs. But the Khajiit was faster than the blade. He slid between the daedra’s legs and appeared behind him. The dremora had no time to react and his life in Nirn had finally ended when Drezik-do swiped his katana across the Kynreeve’s neck. His horned head toppled down as his animus was sucked into another pinion. This time, it opened after accepting only one animus.

    Before he could destroy the second pinion, he heard Cynia crying out for help. She was on the ground, crawling backwards, away from a looming shadow. Beside her was a dremora, dead with a blade embedded in the joint of his sword arm.

    The dremora that casted the haunting shadow walk slowly towards her with his war axe. He was about to hack her into pieces before Drezik-do casted a flaming whip and lash at the dremora’s hand, making him drop his war axe and scream as he clench his burned mailed hand.

    “You’ll pay for that, in blood!” He turned his fiery gaze towards the Khajiit, demanding the catman’s head for his interruption.

    Drezik-do whipped the ground in front of him, daring the dremora to attack him. And he did, running forwards, picking up his war axe with his other hand. He made a wild charge but the Khajiit sidestepped away.

    The dremora planted his heels into the ground, changing his direction after he’d missed his target. But when he turned around, he could feel a coil of fire wrapping around his throat. The flames licked his dark gray skin as it tightened. The dremora choked not because he was running out of air, but his neck felt like it was about to break.

    Drezik-do held his whip with both of his hands and pulled it, snapping the dremora’s neck and sending his lifeless body crashing down into the grass. He took a moment to catch his breath as the whip dissipated into thin air. Using two Draconic powers in a short period of time had cost him a large amount of his magicka to be used.

    “Drez, look out!” Cynia tried to warn him as he was unaware of the daedric arrow that was flying towards him.

    The arrow hit his left leg, penetrating through the Akaviri platings. Drezik-do wailed in pain and glanced at the dremora who shot the arrow, standing near the dolmen. She grinned seeing the mortal wounded, the scent of his blood filled her nostrils.

    She kneeled down on one knee, preparing to fire another arrow. Her eyes were set on the limping catman who was trying to get out of range. The ebony tip of her arrow was aimed slightly higher above the Khajiit’s head to compensate for the wind speed. Before her fingers released the nock, a ray of sunlight blasted through her breastplate, leaving a large gaping hole in the center of her chest.

    Silildur was nearby, his left hand glowed in white light after firing his sun spell. His robe speckled in the blood of the last dremora that descended from the anchor.

    “Are you well, my Khajiit friend?” He asked when he reached his companion along with Cynia.

    “This one’s fine..” Drezik-do replied as he pulled the arrow out from his leg. It was more painful that the actual hit. “but I might need some healing.”

    The Altmer smiled at his friend’s request. He immediately casted a slow stream of light that flowed into his wound. The flesh joined together, leaving only a small hole in his armor.

    “Guess I owe you a drink, again.” Cynia stated after he saved her life for the third time this month. “How about we share some jagga when we arrive in Marbruk?”

    The mentioning of jagga left a sour taste in Drezik-do’s mouth. “I remember the last time I drank your people’s alcohol.”

    The two laughed, much to Silildur’s chagrin.

    “In case you two haven’t forgotten, there’s a Dark Anchor that threatens to turn Greenshade into another portion of Coldharbour.” He slammed his staff into the ground to get their attention. “So why don’t we talk about drinking after we’ve dealt with the anchor?”

    Silildur was a strict Mer. Despite being 78 years old, he never indulges in the fine life of the Altmer nor boast about their superiority over the “lesser races” . Being a priest of Auri-El, he deems the threat of the Planemeld a danger to all of Tamriel and will gladly face the Molag Bal’s forces in His name.

    “Fair enough, priest.” Drezik-do shrugged. He used his katana as a cane to help him get up. He felt a small jolt of pain coming from his recovered wound as he stood up, reminding him how deadly a dremora archer could be.

    Two of the three remaining pinion were open. A single arrow or spell could destroy their gears. But between them were a horde of newly-arrived daedras consisting of the weak but numerous scamps, the quick and aggressive lizard-like clannfears and the hulking bipedal crocodile-headed daedroths, the most dangerous out of the three.

    The scamps ran in foolhardy towards the three soldiers of the Dominion. But when Drezik-do breathe out a fiery blast, they ran back. Most of them were engulfed in flames, screeching as they died. Cynia finished off the surviving scamps with a hailstorm of arrows covering the grassy grounds with blood, dead Daedras, rain and arrows.

    Their dying screams were followed by the bloodthisty shrieks of the clannfears and the roars of the deadroths, hungry for the taste of mortal flesh. They stomp over the littered scamps as they charge ahead with the clannfears spearheading the assault.

    “Think you can use more of that Akaviri magic, Drezik-do?” Silildur asked. The crystal on the top of his staff glowed red hot before he discharged it into the pack of clannfears.

    “No. My magicka reserves are still low.” Drezik-do replied. He tried to cast his flame whip again but to no avail, further supporting his answer.

    The Altmer sighed. “Then I guess it’s my turn.”

    He spun his staff around in a circular motion three times before he slammed the wooden end onto the ground. A bright white circle with Aedric symbols suddenly appeared on the ground they were standing on.

    Sunnabe Auri-El, delle angu sancre latta av racuvar av lora!” Silildur spoke in Altmeris. Whatever he said, caused a ball of golden light to form on the top of his staff, seemingly draining the white circle of its light and imbuing it.

    He lifted his staff and pointed it at the incoming horde and shouted, “Heca, mora!

    The ball of light flew and landed in front of the daedras. At first, they ignored the ball. But after it grew in size, the daedras were pulled into it and nearby rocks started levitating and spinning around the ball. Soon, it exploded, turning all the attracted daedras into radiant ash.

    When the area was cleared, they rushed towards the base of the dolmen to destroy the two pinions. More daedras poured down from the anchor but only a few managed to touch the ground before they were blasted, slashed and shot.

    After the pinions were destroyed, the amount of daedra pouring down seem to decrease but suddenly, Molag Bal’s disembodied voice dominated the skies once again.

    “You impress me, mortals. Perhaps, it’s time for you to taste the power of one of my generals..” The Daedric Lord let out a malevolent laugh before a blue meteor fell from the hole, indicating that Molag Bal’s general has arrived.

    “My son, my child. Ozzozachar, destroy them!”

    The beast emerged from the ash-blue clouds. A winged beast of enormous size. Skin black as ebony and a horned head that gave him a resemblance to his “father”. This monstrous creation resembled something out of a nightmare.

    “By the Green, what is that thing?” Cynia didn’t display any fear in her face when she observed the daedra’s size. But deep inside, she was scared like a small child in a dark room.

    “A dragon.” Silildur replied. “Twisted and experimented on to be turned into a loyal servant of Molag Bal. The cruel fate of those who are sent into the Vile Laboratory.”

    “Then let’s end his misery once and for all.” Drezik-do ended before jumping into battle.

    The Khajiit was a Dragonknight, a descendant of the Dragonguard, dragon-slayers and protectors of the Emperor. So killing a daedric dragon would be just as rewarding as killing a real one and… difficult.

    The daedric dragon saw Drezik-do charging at him. He leaped into the air and shouted three words that sent a wave of flames.

    Yol Lun Rii!

    Drezik-do dodged it but saw the grass that was hit by the wave, wilted and burned like its life was taken and its soulless body burned.

    The dragon shouted again but the shout was blocked by Silildur’s ward that protected the Khajiit.

    “Make him land!” Drezik-do shouted at Cynia.

    “With pleasure…” The Bosmer fired a dozen arrows at the dragon’s wings, each made a hole which caused the dragon to roar before plummeting down.

    “He’s grounded. Kill it now!” Silildur ordered.

    Drezik-do ducked under the dragon’s sweeping claws. He’d found a way to climb at the top of the dragon, intending to stab him right in his head.

    As he climbed, the dragon tried to shake him off but the Mers kept him occupied with spells and arrows. The Khajiit finally reached the top of the dragon’s head and leaped, plunging his katana into his cranium.

    The dragon roared once before he lied down on the ground, defeated. His animus went into the final pinion. Due to the size of his animus, the pinion overloaded and exploded. The great chains of the Dark Anchor detached itself from the black ring, the portal closed, sucking all the dead Daedras back into Coldharbour.

    The dark skies lifted away and the thunderstorms had finally stop. Greenshade was finally safe... for now.

    “Enjoy your petty victory. You’ve only just delayed your demise.” Molag Bal grimly reminded the three before his disembodied voice disappeared.

    “Nice work, Drez.” Cynia congratulated the Khajiit. She was in a happy mood despite after hearing Molag Bal’s warning.

    “You too.” Drezik-do smiled as he stepped down from the dolmen.

    “We all did a nice work. Thanks to Auri-El’s blessings.” Silildur added. He pulled up his hood again, hiding his silver hair inside the light blue fabric. “Now if you excuse me, I have to inform Guildmaster Sees-All-Colors back in Marbruk.”

    “I think I’ll come with you, Silildur.” Cynia said, following the Altmer from behind.

    Before they could fade into the tree lines, Cynia and Silildur froze, surprising Drezik-do. They weren’t the only who were frozen. He looked closely at the trees and saw the leaves unmoved by the wind. In fact, he couldn’t even hear the wind whispering in his ears.

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    Darkness devoured the land, consuming the Mers, trees, grass and sky, leaving only the Khajiit and the dolmen. Drezik-do felt a sudden fear overpowering him. A fear that was more heavy than facing against Molag Bal’s army of daedra.

    Fin joorre lost meyye. A voice echoed around Dreziik-do. It wasn’t the voice of Molag Bal, but it was nearly similar. He looked around but saw nothing except the pitch black void.

    Faal Kel saraan daan. The voice echoed again, this time more louder. Dreziik-do looked down and saw two big glowing red eyes staring at him. The floor had turned to glass without him noticing.

    The eyes grew bigger until he realised that it was getting closer. He rolled out of the way and saw the glass floor shatter. A giant black creature appeared out of it, bigger than the daedric dragon he’d just faced and more menacing. His spiked scale gave him the appearance of an armoured dragon.

    The dragon rose up into the black sky and spread his wings which were twice the width of the dolmen below him.

    Zu’u, Alduin fen daal ahrk du hin sille! He then looked down at the Khajiit with curious eyes.

    Hi fen mindok aus ko eruvos wah meyz….

    The dragon then flew towards Drezik-do, opening his jaw that had the sharpest set of teeth he’d ever gaze upon before he was devoured.

    He opened his eyes and saw that he was somewhere in the Imperial Palace where nobles are bowing down before an Emperor but he didn’t know who the Emperor was. Then the scene changed, turning the Emperor into a mage and the nobles in ragged robes, screaming in pain as flames filled the palace.

    He was then treated with a view of the Iliac Bay in High Rock where a figure in Akaviri armor activates a giant brass tower and the bay was suddenly engulfed in white light, blinding him.

    Before Drezik-do could open his eyes again, the scene switched to Vvardenfell where the Dunmers are calling out for the Tribunal before a giant meteor plunges into Vivec City, destroying it and covering most of Morrowind in red ash.

    “Stop, please. Why are you showing me this?” Drezik-do pleaded but the dragon’s disembodied voice only laughed.

    He was back in Cyrodiil. The countryside was in flames as Oblivion gates appeared everywhere and hordes of Daedra are marching towards the Imperial City being led by the four-armed Daedric Lord, Mehrunes Dagon.

    Nu, hi fen koraav faal laat.

    When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in thick snow, atop a mountain. Hundreds of dragon soar above the sky, roaring. The sky burned in orange with black smokes rising into the air. He walked towards the edge and was shocked to see what was below. A desolate land of snow and fire with cities and towns burning or in cinders.

    A great shadow flew above him and landed. It was the black dragon, perched above a curved stone wall. Hot air came out from his mouth and nose.

    Unable to hold out any longer, Drezik-do lashed out his anger at the dragon. “What do you want from me, dragon!?”

    The dragon laughed before replying in half Tamrielic and half Dovahzul.

    “I want you to aus, suffer. To know that what you have done will folook, haunt you.”

    He then shouted, the scales on his neck rose in orange outlines until fire came out of the dragon’s mouth. Drezik-do knew what comes next. He tilted his head down, preparing to embrace the flames as it licked his armor.

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    Drezik-do opened his eyes. He was in his bedchamber. The room was dark except for the broad ray of moonlight that shone in the balcony.

    “Another nightmare…” He muttered to himself. “but this one felt so real.”

    He pushed himself up, his head throbbing. Grabbing for a pitcher placed on a desk near his bed, he poured himself a cup of cool water to calm him down. Aus, suffer. Drezik-do was haunted by those words. What does that dragon know about my suffering? He firmly gripped his cup until it cracked.

    After drinking, he grabbed his bear skin cloak and went towards the balcony. The cool air and glittering moonlight welcomed him. When he gazed at the moons, Drezik-do remembered what the dragon had said in his nightmare.

    Zu’u, Alduin fen daal ahrk du hin sille!

    “He has returned…” He stroked his mane. “The World-Eater will continue where he’d left off.”

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    Translations (Because there's a lot of languages used):

    Hekem-Ayem-Lyr-Tayem! (Daedric) - H-A-L-T!

    Sunnabe Auri-El, delle angu sancre latta av racuvar av lora! (Altmeris) - Blessed be Auri-El, grant me (your) golden light to cast down the darkness!

    Heca, mora! (Altmeris) - Begone, daedra!

    Yol Lun Rii (Dovahzul) - Fire Drain Essence

    Fin joorre lost meyye. (Dovahzul) - The mortals were fools. 

    Faal Kel saraan daan. (Dovahzul) - The Elder Scroll (only) delayed (the) inevitable.

    Zu’u, Alduin fen daal ahrk du hin sille! (Dovahzul) - I, Alduin will return and devour your souls!

    Hi fen mindok aus ko eruvos wah meyz…. (Dovahzul) - You will know suffering in years to come...

    Nu, hi fen koraav faal laat. (Dovahzul) - Now, you will see the end.

    Author's Note:

    Jagga is a Bosmer drink made from fermented pig's milk and is highly alcoholic.

    That's the last chapter for Arc 1. I've decided to finish Arc 1 before I get too busy with my personal life. I'll continue my story later around April or May. There was a lot of lore-diving involved in this one since it covers a bit of 2nd Era and the events of the 3rd Era (Hopefully you guys would help point out any errors). As for the Dark Anchor part, I had to imagine the battle would be something like what they've shown in the cinematic trailer.

    Thanks to Karver for the Greenshade and Wilderking Court screenshots.


Comments

5 Comments
  • A-Pocky-Hah!
    A-Pocky-Hah!   ·  February 28, 2016
    The first thing I had in mine was to ask you about translating Altmeris, but thanks to your poem and UESP, I was able to use it as a reference and translate it myself.
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  February 28, 2016
    Good job with the Altmeris, Axius. It isn't a simple language to play around with. Nice, now I can have someone else do my translations for me. 
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  February 28, 2016
    A cool battle scene Axius. I certainly didn't expect the dragon dream at the end.
    You concluded Arc 1 nicely, can't wait for Arc 2.
  • A-Pocky-Hah!
    A-Pocky-Hah!   ·  February 28, 2016
    Fixed.
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  February 28, 2016
    Yay, first view! Nice end to Arc 1, one thing I noticed:
    "He has return" should be He has returned.