Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (9)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (9)  

The female dragon's nerves boiled on the spot. Pressure levels rose through the crust of her skin. The texture of her body radiated a mighty light. The outline of her body spread like wrath manifested from the depths of vengeance and disgust. Hera turned around, and the Supreme Plasma Dragon froze upon seeing her gaze; her eyes expelled a blazing flame. The steam from her face was condensing like the smoke of the untamed. Its claws were growing rapidly. With a ragged breath, Hera climbed towards the heights of the grove. Contemplating the suffocating battle, locating the gigantic beast, it took off at full speed; shortened and dispensed with. Fast and abrupt. Her body was traveling at inexplicable speeds. Her gaze was focused and direct, and like a torpedo of light venturing between the dimensions of air and destiny, she entered an unexplored side of the beast; breaking and untying all the roots that placed her from her abdomen. Climbing all over her shuddering body, the dragon entered the cavities of the Emerging Edredon, until it reached the internal cavities where the beast housed its heart; Without thinking more than twice, she entered the acidic and marsh water, lethal to her body, but the divine effulgence that emanated from the force never before witnessed reflected an insatiable power. She prostrated winged to the submerged, beating heart, and instead of roaring her fire, the dragon began to charge with power, and its illumination quickly radiated from her taking control and possession of the water, and lighting the cavity completely.

"Where the hell is she?" Wargolo asked.

"She's stupid and she never stops being one!" Reynavé exclaims. “She wants to do things alone, when she knows perfectly well that she is-

"Sirs, look at your fronts." Temodt interrupts.

A light emanated from the center of the beast. The Vrevanoc looked at his abdomen, when suddenly, an explosion emanated from the center of him. The light covered the entire view and the horizon, and the exploded effulgence spread throughout the battlefield; thousands of pieces of the beast flew out. Dragons dodged flying features, stinging trunks and roots as best they could, and when the giant wave of light dissipated and the excessive light faded, the giant's erect, earthy composition crumbled into fire and pieces. The roar of the Neuphrates Mother was heard throughout the swamp. The excessive lament predicted the beasts. The beast was breaking apart, piece by piece, limb by limb. Slowly and greedily. The vanquish realm fell into oblivion and disguise. The dynasty preluded the misery of an unredeemed rigid voice and its fearful echoes of fire. A fire dragon flew over its nearby lands, and only this one, emanated a raging fire so uncontrolled, that it not only attacked and dismantled the nearby Waterlilies, but also some dragons that were nearby. Hera did not distinguish enemy from companion, for in their b********y, the entire field was the enemy.

As an indomitable and enlarged beast, it began to snatch meadow by meadow; grove by grove; marshes for marshes. The swamps were dismantled in burning and flames. Her attacks were aggressive and inordinate; her fury spread throughout the nation. The oaks fell in flames; the water did not contain the strength of its power. And next to the parts that fell enraged from the beast in flames, the covering of a curtain of fire that was deployed everywhere was contributed. While the dragon, it shot down everything that was close to it.

The Neufratos and Neufaros disintegrated; one by one. Dissolving into the outside. The war had already been won, for the roots of the Mother Neufratos were interconnected to all creatures; the objective of the dragons was to take down the beast, and obtain victory. But even though the victory was obtained, the war for Hera had not ended, on the contrary, the spilled fury that invaded her being had only begun. For her purpose was altered. Her fierce had been unleashed. Her allowance for mercy had ended. An inordinate energy seized her spirit, and an evil nature was seen in the power of her inexplicable blasts. Not even the most experienced dragons could stop it, because it hurt them and took them out of their way, without reason. It disturbed them without thinking. Destruction and chaos was imminent and only increased as their flyby dispersed abruptly and violently.

It was the description of the augmented disaster. It was the vicissitude of a fire goddess commanding the most outrageous s*******r the swamp had ever seen in millions of years. In the intensity of the moment, Hera soared into the heights; I look around and the entire region was covered in fire and flames. The beast had fallen into thousands of pieces. The Water Lilies seemed to have been radically eradicated; her wondrous eyes darted up to the hall of stars, and when she looked at the moons, her enraged power caught in her flesh. An unexplored feeling; an irritation at her presence, her energy, her gaze. For her instincts were so enraged, so out of control that she indicated to eliminate the dance of the goddesses, because in her heart, these were responsible for the appearance of the beasts of Nénufar. And her mission was simple: eliminate the creatures completely, because it was not enough to take them down. Her extinction was what her will screamed at her.

Wezhreem sensed a disturbing energy occurring from outside his Garden. He was passing through the Plaza, with some of his assistants, when the premonition of a strange and evil power interrupted his mind, and he did not allow him to breathe. The high dragons of the Savial Community surged towards the outskirts, rudely emerging from a meeting in the temple; the people knew immediately that something was wrong.

The Golden King came out towards the outskirts, and his breath was getting shorter and shorter; His steps were slow and high, his heart was racing without witnessing what was happening, and when he tried to show his face towards the lowlands of mortals, a creature flew up over his face at a speed that the king had not seen in all of history. of his kingdom. A dragon, soaring at top speed, towards what appeared to be the highest layers of the planet, leaving a gleaming trail, a domain of an ancient deity.

Hera was flying at full speed, her reasoning was non-existent. Her consciousness was lost; it rose to the highest layers of the stratosphere. He looked directly at the Goddess Rhea, the moon of war and passion, and when he fixed his gaze, he felt a disgust and inordinate hatred. Her body was energized in the heights. Her body absorbed a divine effulgence, with intentions of the realm of impurity and aggression. She got into an attack position; her left leg forward, her right leg back. Its claws extended, and its wings were suspended from the highest of the skies. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them his pupils turned a flaming golden color. And from its giant mouth, emanated for the first time in his life, the might of the Great Sacred Fire, and the blazing blast was expelled from the depth of his soul, like a thick, abrupt and golden flame; long-lived and inextinguishable, and its might pierced the nearby layers. Its energy penetrated gravity, disturbed the air, and broke the outer magnetic fields. It spread through space, and came close to the larger moon. Breaking through its crust, penetrating its heat like a too powerful cannon, that opened a gap in its path and broke the crust and the surface of the nearest satellite. Wezhreem and some dragons rose from the heights, at full speed, to move the creature of attack; trying to respond in the paralysis of the moment, but as they were approaching the creature, a trembling sound unfolded towards them like slings of might. A stirring was perceived on the surface of the crater. The crust of the greater moon reddened, ignited with energy, and the overload of the attack generated a reddish illumination that all the creatures of the planet could observe. And suddenly, a massive and titanic outburst occurred from the centrality of the satellite. A wave flew over to the nearby cusp of Inmaeh, and when the fire heiress regained the reddish color of her eyes, she stopped her attack. She managed to regain her senses before the imminence of the unpredictable, and when she looked with her eyes running towards the illuminated space, a prostrate explosion like the daughter of the cataclysm took over the planet. A division of matter fostered, like a separation of earth, crust and energy. Before the cracking of the giant being. Before the abnormal, titanic and indescribable rupture of the Goddess Rea, into two large pieces.