Adventures of the last Wild Dragon

The stars shone overhead, their ephemeral light shining across a devestated landscape. What once had been the outskirts of the Endless Forest now lay in utter ruin.

Bodies lay scattered for miles around, the result of a titanic battle that was sure the send ripples across the entire world.

Thousands of warriors and mages walked through the battlefield. Searching for survivors and finishing off any surviving beasts.

In the center of the battlefield a form lay on the ground. This figure was roughly humanoid, with 2 legs, 2 arms and a head. Yet it was most definitely not a human, no this being was something far greater than human.

The titanic size of the creature was evidence enough for this, for when it was still able to stand it stood taller than some mountains ever did. Its skin held a blue tint and veins of lightning slowly moved behind the thick skin. Whilst the titan was still alive it barely had the strength left to lift its head and glare at the figure that brought it low.

For before it stood a dragon, whilst this was a truly giant dragon easily eclipsing a kilometre from tail to snout. Before the Titan it still seemed quite small. Yet it was this beast and its rider that were the primary reason for its fall.

The man atop the dragon was an imposing figure, clad in full plate mail that covered every inch of skin. Coloured black the knight radiated power and menace.

This man was the general of the Kingdom of Eldor's army and its most powerful combatant. His steed was a truly magnificent beast, yet it held no true intelligence behind its dull eyes. It had been raised as a beast of war, it had no need to be able to think. And so it was a purely physical beast. Yet it served its purpose of being a mount for the general, and it could fly, something that proved quite useful in the battle that had felled the mighty Storm Titan.

It had been a harrowing battle, tens of thousands of troops had fallen, either to the Titan itself or from one of the innumerable beasts that trailed behind it.

Yet thanks to the combined might of the Royal Mage Battalion who managed to destroy the encroaching storm. The general and his most powerful dragon riders were able to strike at the previously hidden head.

The fodder on the ground were simply there to stimey the beast army and potentially hinder the titans movements. Not that the general expected them to actually achieve that goal.

But together the Army of Eldor had felled this potential calamity. The Titan now lay before the General, labours breaths sounding like miniature hurricanes.

With a gesture the mages behind the general began to funnel there combined magics into a massive magic circle. From their the mana was condensed and funnelled into the general himself. For his part the general began to form his own magic circle as he charged his most powerful spell.

Time passed as the giant magical circle slowly took shape before his eyes. When it was done a ripple of power radiated out from the circle. Then with a cataclysmic boom thousands of black metal spikes shot out of the circle. Each spike was over 1000m in length and they were so numerous that the stars above were momentarily bloomed out.

The spikes fell upon the battered body of the Titan. Easily sinking into its flesh and finally killing the terror that had threatened to destroy the glorious Kingdom whom the general had sworn fealty too.

As the last breath of the Titan escaped its lips a notification rang out around the continent.

[The Endless Storm has been destroyed. It's Titan slain.]

Many miles away from the front line of the clamatious battle that shook the very world itself stood a majestically ornimentet tent, it stood atop a hill and was surrounded by a number of other tents. None quite as majestic as the central one.

Within this tent a table lay. Surrounding this table sat a number of men and women. Each adorned with lavish silks and the finest of jewelry. At the head of the table sat the king of Eldor. He lorded over the assembled nobels whom he had deigned to bring along to witness the might of his army.

The nobels had been beginning to get a bit uppity after that notification regarding that damned Wild Dragon. Yet this Titan had posed a wonderous way of displaying the military might the army still possessed.

It was always good to use a show of force to reign in the unruly nobles. Else they may get grand ideas of attempting to usurp his throne. That just wouldn't do, so he had invited them along to witness the overwhelming might of both his army and his general in particular.

Now that the battle was over and the nobles reigned in. It was time to move onto his next item on the agenda, and put these nobles to work.

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It didn't take long for the battlefield to be cleared up. Whilst the shear number of dead was daunting, it was a simple thing to simply gather them all and burn them with dragon fire.

So when the area was clear the army began to move once more.

The headed towards the Endless Forest, the beasts populating this particular section had been cleared out by the titans movements, so it was simple for the soldiers to cut down the encroaching trees. A road was then started to aid in the movement of the army and its supplies.

Labourers were aplenty to do most of the menial tasks. The soldiers meanwhile moved in front, their job to clear out any remaining beasts.

Their progress was swift, trees falling regularly as the army pushed ever onwards.

They all marched with a purpose. For their king had declared a war. Not a war against any individual foe, no this was a war in a grander scale that any previous war before. It was a war against the very Forest itself.

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Deeper into the Endless Forest adventurers and army scouts traveled. They were to scout the forest and relay their findings to the army.

Yet they also had a secondary goal, one that few believed could actually come to pass. That goal was quite simply but impossibly harder to actually achieve. Yet had apparently come from the king himself and if achieved promised the grandest of rewards imaginable.

For they were hunting for something specific, something that had upended not only their nation, but maybe even the whole world. They were hunting for a myth made real. A being that if real could cause unimaginable damage to their very way of life and the cornerstone of the kingdom's military might.

They were hunting the Last Wild Dragon.

End of Volume 2