The Amber Sword

The little princess lifted her hand and opened her sickle-like paws to the left and right, then walked forward and looked up at the enormous thing that had completely lost its life. Pressing his abdomen with his hand, he pushed it gently, and the latter collapsed backwards like a jade column in the Golden Mountain, turning it into a finely shredded crystalline fragment, as if it were a pushed away card, shouting and scattering.

Metisa was stunned, about unanticipated that something would be so fragile that the strength previously shown by the latter in the battle was at the peak of the elements of chemistry and would never dissipate.

She bent over and picked up one of the pieces, which had hundreds of slices and a glorious glow in her hand, as if it were the perfect masterpiece polished by the most skilled artisans.

If she looks at this fragment thoughtfully, it's obviously not a product of nature, it's not like a cluster of creatures, it's like a battle machine that's combined by magic.

Outside the arcade, there was a burst of gushing air, countless meteorites were falling to the ground, causing the earth to tremble, scream and cry from far away from the inner city. From time to time, exploding lights were coming in that direction, reflecting a white wall on one side of the arcade.

Metissa threw away the debris on her hand and looked back into the rose garden. A deep pit appeared at the sink directly in the center of the courtyard, and more clusters were climbing up from under it, dense and numb, like clusters of beetles.

This is when Charles came out of the lobby and saw this scene screaming like hell.

“Madiso, are you all right?” He shouted.

“I'm fine, Mr. Charles, but we have to retreat first," the little princess shook her head and said to him, "and these things will soon pour in and back into the underground tunnel. ”

“What is this thing? ”

“Should be a cluster. ”

“Is that what the Lord once told us? ”

Metisa nodded.

She quickly walked back to the other side of the arcade and came to Charles, picking up the already frightened royal butler and dragging the latter's collar past Charles.

“Lord, what shall we do?” Charles asked as the little princess of the Pokémon passed by him.

“Lord let us do what we will.” Metissa replied.

“Is that okay? ”

“No problem, Mr. Charle--”

“Do you know anything?” Charles asked.

Metisa stopped and nodded: "Lord used a card from me, but did not respond to my query. ”

“Don't you worry about him? ”

“I fear, Mr. Charles, but Lord Lord has made his own decision, and we must first obey orders when everything is unclear. ”

But she paused and continued: "But maybe you can ask Cee. ”

“Yes?”

“Lord didn't keep us from understanding the situation, did he?” Metissa replied.

Charles couldn't help but look at her surprised. “I always thought you were a very steady man, my little princess. ”

Metisa smiled a little: “You're trying to say old-fashioned, Mr. Charles. ”

“How can I describe a lady with such words? ”

“Obedience as a soldier is natural, but it must not be completely unaltered, it is only by comparison with that that that it is of the utmost importance not to cause trouble to the Lord.” She answered with some seriousness.

“Of course I understand that," Charles nodded, but sincerely sighed, "but you did better than I thought, Miss Metissa, and there were a lot of details that I didn't even think of the first time. ”

“You're falling for it, Mr. Charles.” Metisa reveals a humble divine colour.

“We made a deal, Mr. Charles, that you would go to Miss Sy, and I would organize a manned defense," she said of the Royal Housekeeper's collar: “I'll take care of this gentleman, he's seen these clusters, and I'll be much easier with his help. ”

Charles nodded, knowing that Metisa was once commander of the Ringo Guard, and no one here was likely to compare to her than the platoon.

But Metissa was just about to leave, and he suddenly called the latter: "Wait. ”

“What's the matter?” Metissa turns around again.

“Look over there--”

Charles pointed outside the arcade and said.

In the direction he was pointing, the large landing arch window on one side of the arcade had been completely broken, and the thick carpet was littered with bright crystalline pieces of glass, torn curtains dancing with teeth and claws in the storm, like a ghost.

The view inside the garden of Roses outside can be seen through empty window frames. Although the scenery is no longer talked about, there is only a large pit about five or six metres deep, and the constant clusters of crystals are crawling out of the pit, they do not strike the Palazzo San Cantipe in the first place, as Metisa speculates, but wander aimlessly through the courtyard.

“Is this really dusk?” Charles overasked.

Metissa looked at the scene with a beautiful frown.

The world does not know much about dusk species, of which none is more familiar than wolf plagues, and they are very different from ordinary monsters, where organisation and purpose are the greatest characteristics. Werewolves are born to destroy civilizations, and they come together in the wilderness to attack cities, villages, spark-lit temples, and they are often vowed to no end.

In Brando, we talked to them about clusters and tribes, clusters that fought with the Army of the Earth outside the elemental barrier in the time when the Minors ruled the Vaughands. They must be dusk species, but at the moment they behaved somewhat inconsistently with cognition.

“They look like ordinary monsters,” but Metisa shook her head: "But ordinary monsters don't come out of nowhere at this time, they may be trying to seduce us, but in any case, we can do it without change, Mr. Charles. ”

“You're right, but I think there might be another possibility.” Charles suddenly said thoughtfully.

“What's possible? ”

“Why do you say wolf plagues sweep the earth and who directs them to attack civilization and order? ”

“Head Wolf Ashes,” answered Metisa, thinking and not wanting, "after she fell asleep, it was her daughters. ”

“You're right, without them, the wolves wouldn't get together, and when they're looking for food in the black forest, they act like monsters in general. ”

“Mr. Charles, you're saying--” Metisa's eyes lit up and she reacted.

“Yes, who is directing these clusters? As far as I know, the clusters do not have a real leader, they are just weapons of war for the Dusk Dragon. If the Dragon of Dusk can't order them, what will they look like? Maybe it's the same as it is now. ”

“… the dragon of dusk cannot command them, why? ”

“I don't know, maybe it's something to do with what's happening outside the element barrier.” Charles replied, "I have a hunch, my lord, that he may know better than we do, and perhaps he is personally involved. ”

The little princess's eyes glistened slightly.

She looked at Charles and said, "Then make sure you find Miss Sy, Mr. Charles, as soon as possible. ”

“I understand naturally. ”

Charles nodded again.

……

And at this moment, the elemental world is indeed undergoing a dramatic transformation.

Gas, water, fire, and earth all return to chaos.

The origins of the elements are stripped from the cornerstones of the constructed world, suspended above this chaotic world, apart from which there is nothing empty, no matter, no color, as if it were a void, covered in gray.

There are only two people in a world with no boundaries.

Two women.

The dragon queen looked down at the young girl bound by elements in a black cocoon. She looked cold, on the serious face raised by the board, and in the cracked wound there was a constant rise of black mist. She wore a black robe. Although the scene appeared strange, it did not diminish the divine momentum on her body.

Success is near.

Even at the expense of more people.

Even sacrifice your own life.

And she's doing whatever it takes to...

Gwendolyn looked at the merchant lady with her eyes closed, and the pristine pupil looked as if it was not a rural girl from Butch, but a dead enemy of civilization, the existence of a prophecy that would eventually bring all destruction to Warnde.

It's the Dragon of Dusk.

Roman suddenly opened his eyes, and there was only a strange pitch of black in her eyes, as if there was a whirlpool inside, spinning slowly, as if it could draw the human mind into it.

The dragon queen looked into the eyes, and from the swirl of darkness she saw the passage of life, the extinction of order, and after the extinction of all things, there remained nothing but endless darkness and chaos.

Miss Merchant looked at the world for a moment and suddenly said: “This is the first time I've seen it from the inside, I didn't think you could make such preparations in the event that 'they’ had left, and as a reward, I would make you die without pain. ”

“This is indeed where you are buried.” The dragon queen replied coldly.

‘Roman’ looked around and shook his head: "You drew the cornerstone of the elemental world to bind me. Aren't you afraid your world will collapse? That's called Warnde, isn't it? That name should be the only word passed down from the last era. ”

“Warnde is just the corner of it. ”

“But also the most important corner, the importance of the Elemental Barrier and your entire world is self-evident. Without it, will the Tiamat Law still protect you? ”

‘Miss Merchant' did not seem to realize Gwendolyn's malice at all, but pretended to ask curiously, but it was easy to hear contempt in curiosity.

“You underestimate the suitability of our civilization. ”

……