A Magical Tale: The Peerless Summoner

Immediately her dragonbird appeared above the battlefield, casting it immense shadow over the entire battlefield, then causing darkness in the process since light coming from the sun which illuminated the whole area had been blocked, everyone quickly stopped fighting and then turned their heads to look up at the sky and see what had appeared an suddenly caused the darkness. 

Then when they saw that this thing which covered the area with it shadow was a gargantuan beast, their eyes abruptly shone with extreme fear before they scattered in every direction in the next moment to leave the battlefield at the highest speeds that they could possibly achieve.

However, before they could all jet away, Helena said with a magically-amplified voice "Remain where you are, you fiends! And don't you dare to disobey me or you would be quickly turned into the smallest ash!"

Once everyone heard this, they stopped running and then looked up at the beast once again with immeasurable frights in their hearts to see who had furiously spoken to them all.

Helena could make her beast land, but if it landed, everyone would be turned into paste since the beast which was mountainous in size, was even much more larger than the battleground. So, she couldn't land it and could only make it lower itself to some meters above the ground and then jump down from it.

Once she jumped to the ground from the back of the colossal beast which floated in the air about thirty meters above the ground, then quickly using a Sky-level Gravity Dampening spell on herself to slow her plummeting velocity from that altitude, she walked forward to meet Sylla in the distance whose heart was filled to the brim with shock and even overflowed.

At the moment, a lot of blood could be seen on the heavily dented, widely cracked and twisted, thick and heavy golden armor that she wore, then also on her extremely pale face and hair which were heavily stained with blood. One couldn't really tell if the blood were hers, or if they belonged to the enemies of her kingdom which she had furiously and ruthlessly, tirelessly slain.

Then on the ground could be seen many corpses. Some were beheaded while some were simply cut into two. It was really a gruesome thing to see or come across. But Helena who had lived through something way more gruesome than this, wasn't even shaken by the things that she saw, which were large amounts of blood oozing or profusely gushing out from the slashed necks and limbs of hundreds of corpses which dyed the entire ground of the battlefield in red, then countless numbers of arms, legs and other body parts of people that literally littered the whole battleground.

Also, the overwhelming smell of blood which seemed like it would indefinitely linger in the air in this place, and then the enveloping, massive chilling aura of death and perceivable feelings of resentment which strongly pervaded the entire atmosphere of the battleground, inducing a heavily suffocating evil and overbearing stygian atmosphere, couldn't shake her too. It didn't even cause the smallest current of coldness resulting from absolute fear and terror to move down her spine. Therefore, due to all these, one could say that Helena had been baptised by blood, wars and death. She wasn't the naive, little girl of those days. She was a person ready to kill and see blood gush from the slashed necks, abdomen and limbs of her adversaries.

But seeing the death of so many members of the Fey race, anger began to boil in her heart. However, she bottled this anger as she prevented it from erupting, or she would do something that she wouldn't like.

The members of other races wanted to rush at her and wickedly strike her down with either their bloodline powers, or with the numerous sharp-edged weapons that they wielded. But they couldn't do so as they were extremely wary and dreadful of the astonishingly gigantic guardian beast that floated in the air many meters above them.

Not long, a few people appeared in front of her with intense coldness in their eyes. These people were the rulers or monarchs of the kingdoms that they presided over. They were ten in number and looked towering in size, then visible auras of formidable power could be seen revolving round their bodies like they were great Deities. However, these were just the effects of intentionally exhibiting their bloodline powers, which would only begin to swirl around them and produce the feeling that they were powerful beings who couldn't be questioned or messed with. 

They did this to frighten Helena who only looked at them with a vexing, haughty smirk and a cold gaze that caused a coldness that they had never felt before in their lives to suddenly erupt unboundedly deep in the dimension of their bodies where their souls were located.

Their faces turned green from excessive shock and then quickly made way from Helena to pass, since they had obstructed her.

Then to ruthlessly deal with a few of them for what they did, which was by blocking her from advancing to meet her girlfriend, Helena called out to Vinna who remained afloat in the air and said, pointing to some of them. "Burn these fools into a crisp"

Instantly, a controlled, narrowed stream of silver-colored fire was fired from Vinna's nostrils towards the set of people that Helena pointed at.

Then once the focused, bamboo-sized stream of silvery fire which emitted an intense unbearable heat struck them, they instantly exploded apart into ashes that was carried away by the extremely hot wind currents that were generated from the fire explosion.

Now, no one dared to come before Helena and behave like a deity before her.

When Helena got to where Sylla was, she gave a smile while Sylla who was pale-faced also tried to do the same.

"H-Hel-e..." Sylla was about talking when Helena signalled that she shouldn't say anything.

Then once she got in front of Sylla, she hugged her despite the blood all over Sylla's armor. Although Sylla who seemed very weak tried to stop Helena from embracing her since she was stained all over with blood, but Helena who was quite stubborn and had missed Sylla a lot, simply ignored her and happily embraced her, getting some of the blood on Sylla's armor onto her cloth in the process.

"I have missed you so much, Sylla" Helena said with a reminiscent gaze in her eyes.

"S-Same h-here, H-Hele-n-na" Sylla replied with great difficulty. Also, a sense of great fatigue could be perceived in her tone, which also meant something that Helena didn't pay much attention to. 

Now, everyone could only look on with shock and dismay in their eyes as this female, Helena, who had suddenly appeared with a horned fiery beast that seemed as large as a mountain, had turned the heated battlefield to a emotional reunion ground.

The other races from other kingdoms who allied against the Fey race kingdom were already winning the war. They had killed off seventy-nine percent of the Fey race that battled with them at the battlefield. So, victory was already sure for them. What just remained was to kill their chief and then the rest will easily surrender and bow to them as their new rulers. But now that someone who they didn't think of and included in their domination plans had unexpectedly arrived, they felt that their road to total victory had quickly vanished. They couldn't even see or perceive it again. Then their previously lit and delighted faces due to the certainty of victory which they could smell, fell.

When Helena quickly detached herself from Sylla in the next instant due to her perception of an aura of death beginning to circle round Sylla, she asked with fear in her eyes.

"Are you okay, Sylla?" She asked with horror in her heart.

Sylla didn't respond. 

She only said "I am h-happy that you came back for me, Helena. T-That means you r-really care about me and my kingdom. However, I g-guess we can't really be together in this life. M-Maybe in the next life if anything like that exist, w-we would be t-together."

Helena's eyes widened when Sylla said this.

And she knew what that meant when anyone said that. It simply meant that the person was dying.

"Shut up, Sylla. And don't you ever dare to say such before me again. I came from many miles away and fought so many hard battles just to get here to only meet you dying? Haha! You can't die on me, Sylla. I forbid you to. Please girlfriend, remain awake. Let me quickly do something." Helena said.

She then laid Sylla's extremely weak and cold body to the ground and abruptly entered her Hrithika form without thinking twice.

Once she did so, she directly casted a Mage-level healing spell on Sylla.

A soft, warm ray of pure white light emitted from her two hands and shot towards Sylla's cold body. Then once these rays of snow-white light impacted Sylla's body, they totally permeated it and then fully engulfed her body, before coming a gigantic, healing cocoon of light.

Sylla's body was bathed in this gentle and warm light for as long as possible that Helena could maintain the Mage-level regeneration spell. She was willing to use up all her energy to help Sylla heal.

As Helena did this, the people from other race became astonished. 

"What? So this girl is as powerful as this?" 

"No wonder our rulers quickly made way for her to pass. Perhaps they felt something terrifying deep within them as they blocked her way, which then forced them to quickly move away from her path."

*** 

Not long, Helena's mental power got exhausted. She then fell to the ground with both knees.

And since the powerful source which the Healing spell would derive energy from to remain working had been removed, the thick massive cocoon composed from a soft white radiance, rapidly thinned before totally fading away.

Then Helena struggled to get back to her feet to go see how Sylla was doing where she laid her to rest on the ground. But when she got there, she became intensely shocked to see in Sylla's eyes which were wide open, that there was nothing like life or vitality present in them any longer. They looked blank and completely absent, like that of a dead person's own. Also, a certain coldness that would only wrap around corpses, slowly encompassed Sylla's body which looked totally lifeless on the ground. Then a dark, sorrowful feeling instantly surfaced deep in Helena's heart that Sylla was dead...