'Don't die! You can't die before I arrive—'
When Draven appeared at the palace, he mistakenly thought he was in the wrong place.
Fire and devastation.
It was as if he had returned to the scenes of wars against the human race from thousands of years ago. Back then, Agartha was yet to be founded and the continent had been ravaged by wars between human kingdoms. There was no safe place. Cities burned, and towns were constantly ravaged by battles, leaving ruins behind.
Draven himself was but a wanderer fighting against the human armies who destroyed whatever settlement stood their way, protecting the supernatural beings who were running away from their original homes.
At this moment, the destroyed city walls and burning houses from the past overlapped with the sight of devastation before him. Broken walls and pillars lay about, and part of the palace had collapsed into scorched rubbles, as if they were smashed apart by an extremely strong explosion from the inside. Fire was quickly spreading towards the rest of the palace.
'Ember! Is she safe?' He could not find his mate outside the palace walls. His blood grew icy cold. 'Could she be inside? Is Morph inside as well?'
A tall wall of fire surrounded that broken part of the palace, and Draven could not see even with his eyesight what was happening beyond those flames. Something was blocking both his eyesight and magic from sensing what's happening inside.
Draven hurried over, intending to rush through the wall of fire—
Bang!
His sturdy body passed through the initial layers of flames, but somewhere within, he slammed against a firm solid wall, one so strong it did not even tremble under his strength. One had to know that a Dragon's body, even in his human force, was a force that could destroy mountains.
He tried to attack it once more, wrapping his magic around his fist, but the barrier remained unmovable. He spread his senses around, looking for a way to enter, but realized that the solid barrier was in the form of a dome.
'The source of the explosion came from inside. I need to know what's going on!'
Since he could not directly enter, he disappeared from the wall of fire and appeared on the highest remnant spire of the palace from where he could see the entire palace grounds.
Rumble!
Above his head, thick bolts of lightning flashed, followed by claps of thunder. The dark sky above the palace was raging with strong wind and thunder, as if something had provoked the heavens from unleashing its anger.
The raging flames, coupled with the bolts of lightning and the strong wind, made him unable to see anything clearly. Still, his eyesight was able to catch images of those inside the barrier.
At the center of the ruined palace, amidst what looked like the remains of the garden, he caught sight of his mate.
'She's safe, but…'
His relief was short-lived.
The source of the power that caused this devastation and triggered the anger of the heavens was no one else but Ember.
At this moment, his mate didn't look like herself. No, she didn't even look human.
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