"Yes, I'll have everything prepared. The deal has gone through, no worries about it. Hm, thank you."
As soon as the young white haired teenage kid stops the call, the space time calms. "Ehhh, to use your powers like that. Interesting though, I can use the cell towers to transmit telepathic power like that... hmmmm... but that was some weak traps and magical detectors for someone as important as this. Oh! Can I smell churros?!" She then runs up the vent even more, reaching the part right below as she encounters a slit that leads to the CEOs office where she could see a Statue of Bahamut with two black candles near it and a golden plate with a bunch of churros on it as a serving. Following closely to the instructions on how to pray to the Dragon God and receive its blessings.
The slim man then walks to it and puts his hand together and kneels. Praying in silence. He then lifts his head up and combs his messy white hair and kisses the feet of the statue of Bahamut. Wearing a less revealing gown, more so looking like a normal peasant woman in a dress and a veil that only covers her hair. A far cry from her more brutal gothic attire and look, with less warmth and more intimidation and fear.
He then takes a notepad, with it written a prayer to the Dragon God specially.
"Oh Goddess of the Void, the Darkness that encroaches the farthest parts of space, to the art of war, and the everlasting absolution of Death, I give you my prayers and hope for your guidance. Most of all in the recent enemy I've met at the bus station. A daring woman to say the least. Eyu Te Volguah Dus Dre Freaya 'ft Dre Rah, Bahamut"
Bahamut on the other hand shakes her head on the statue, and her eyes squint at the sight of her marble version. But her armored ears lowered as the man spoke in her language and she nodded. The man spoke louder at the end of his prayer and then made a deep sigh of relief. The Dragon then crawls up the vent and to the outside, where it took flight. Looking around the city for the next hour. The Dragon encounters nothing but a quiet and solemn night on the cold modern metropolis. With the most active at night being the skeleton soldiers and their bright red glowing eyes, imposingly marching endlessly on their predetermined patrol routes and military vehicles mixed and intermingling with the civilian ones on the large main street that cuts through the middle of the city as the metro train's noise echoed through the city blocks.
The occasional helicopter would pass but apart from that, most of the streets were empty except for the red light district tucked deep within the Downtown area. Where its bright lights shine at the dark and brooding cold night. Following it, the Dragon slithers on top of the buildings and reaches the well lit part of the city apart from the Government buildings.
Down below, her nose gets a flurry of all sorts of smell that makes the Dragon bury its snout on the gravel on top of the building and snuff its nose from it. Soon, Bahamut lifts up its head once again to peek over the debauchery happening below and rests its head on the concrete roof. Peeking over like a dog looking for something interesting to waste its time on.
Bahamut once again takes flight, watching over the nightlife of the people of the city. The small Dragon swerving and turning to avoid the giant buildings and skyscrapers, going over the commercial area with only the 24/7 restaurants left with their lights on. Having found nothing, the black flying armored lizard lands once again. Now sniffing the sidewalk for anything interesting as what few players were present, avoided the small black dragon. She then picks up the scent of another Dragon and starts crawling through the city streets and reaches the National Park and passes the museum near it and without her even realizing, the Dragon has reached Downtown and there. It was of little defense and the curfew set by the Martial Law not being followed as even police presence was there. Constantly loitering around the well lit section of the city.
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Army of the Damned
General Fiction"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary." An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
