The Gemstone Chronicles - Chapters 1-35 (UPDATED 5 CHAPTERS - SEPTEMBER 28th)
Somewhere in the continent of Theldon, Year 731
On a lonely mountain peak, in a small mountain range sat a couple. One of them was a woman in the midst of labor. She had a noble aura about her, a blonde woman with eyes that could pierce mountains. She wore a torn dress, gorgeous even in its ripped state, that gave off a faint pink color. Across her chest were several hideous wounds, oozing blood and a strange green mist. If anyone had been there to witness this birthing, they would have exclaimed at how odd the atmosphere was. One could see the tension and pain rising in the woman’s face as she bore the child.
A man sat opposite the woman. He had curly brown hair with a white stripe in it, to the side, and blue eyes that seemed as if they could freeze time. He was strongly built, and had a very intimidating look about him. He was dressed in a set of expensive looking black leather, and had a black crown, with a large ruby set in the middle, atop his head. His chest as well bore the strange wounds, and gave off the same odd green mist. He was, of all things, counting off numbers.
Abruptly, he stood up.
“They are nearly here, Delilah.” He stated.
“TIME!” She screamed, ”I need more time, Fel. The child is almost here-“ She broke off into panting and groaning as the child started to come forth.
“Time I can give you.” He said, as he handed her a small tablet, covered in mysterious symbols. “Break this as soon as the child is safe. I will go buy us some time.”
“Fel.” She whispered, “Don’t leave me.”
“I will never leave you,” he smiled sadly “goodbye, Del.” Suddenly, defying reason, he jumped off the peak, towards the forest below. Almost immediately, the sounds of a massive battle could be heard.
Amidst the screeches of metal, the crackles of fire, and echoes of ice, as the earth shattered and darkness covered light, a child’s cry could be heard.
“Oh my dear boy, my baby,” cried the woman. She held the boy close. The child stared back at her, not understanding.
Suddenly, the sounds of battle from below abruptly came to an end. Solemn figures could be seen striding up the mountain.
“Fel, it looks like we will be seeing each other quite soon.” The woman smiled contentedly. She looked down at the newborn child, and placed the tablet atop his head. The child started crying.
Suddenly, a massive blast of flame formed in the air above one of the figures on the side of the mountain, and blasted towards the woman and child. It was as if hell itself had opened its gates, and rained forth death upon this lonely mountain peak. The woman glanced up at the gargantuan ball of flame and magma.
“YOU. WILL. NOT. TAKE. HIM. FROM. ME.” She screamed, and, as the fire smashed into the mountain, she cracked the tablet laying on the child’s forehead. “Goodbye, darling,” She cried “I love you very much, my dear Dale…”
Fire descended. The mountain turned into a sea of fire and death, the various figures on the mountain scattered.
From the figure that raised the flame, a dark hand waved out. “It is done.”
Somewhere in the Chel continent, Year 736
Sunlight pierced a thick layer of trees to flow through a window in a small thatch hut, deep in a forest. As if the sun was aiming, the light managed to perfectly land on the eyes of a sleeping child.
“DALE!” yelled an elderly man.
The child shot up faster then light, and ran outside the hut. “Yes grandpa!” he exclaimed.
“Dale, have you finished your chores? Are your clothes clean, the dishes washed, and the floor swept?”
Dale glanced off to the side and stammered “Well, uh, you see, there was this tiger fighting a panther and I got distracted and..”
“DALE WENSWORTH!” he yelled “I leave for ONE week and you already neglect the most basic of chores.” The elderly man began unloading a large bag on his back, setting down various odds and ends. He was a weathered and elderly looking gentleman. His hair was white and rapidly fading, with a long wispy beard on his chin, he looked very wise. At the moment, however, veins popped out in his head, his green eyes raging.
“Sorry grandpa! It won’t happen again!” Dale promised. He felt guilty about not doing his chores, but felt like he had some justification. It’s not every day an Ice panther and a Fire tiger battle against each other. It was quite an interesting battle, one that he was nearly caught up in as well. He had been quietly searching for several types of nuts and berries in the forest when they unexpectedly showed up.
“Regardless of anything, I expect you to always be punctual and fulfill your obligations.” He decried, shaking his head. “If your mother was here..”
“Today is a special day for you, Dale.” He said, “Today is your 5th birthday. You are finally old enough to be tested for cultivation aptitude.”
“Cultivation aptitude?” Dale said. “I thought everyone has the ability to cultivate, but some simply lack the will and perseverance.”
“Yes, it is true that anyone can become a cultivator.” The old man said, “However, some people are more talented then others, and the most powerful of cultivators are born with an innate Divine Characteristic. You’ve read of them in your books as the 8 Lords Bloodlines.”
The old man glared at Dale for a moment. “You HAVE read about them correct? I remember assigning you study material..” he said ominously.
“Yes!” exclaimed Dale, “The 8 Lords Bloodlines! They are the Fire, Ice, Earth, Sky, Time, Space, Life, and Aura Lords! Fire, Ice, Earth, and Sky are the common ones, with Time, Space, Life, and Aura lords being extraordinarily rare.” Dale dreamed of having an Innate Divine Characteristic.
Innate Divine Characteristics, also known as Lords Bloodlines, were extraordinarily powerful gifts. Each bloodline let one have dominance over its specific element. It gave these cultivators a huge power boost, and helped them quickly develop. A person with an Innate Divine Characteristic was considered a genius, no matter where in the world he was born. The chance of being born with one is roughly 1/10,000,000.
However, not all Characteristics were equal. Time, Space, Life, and Aura Lords bloodlines were the rarest among the rare. For every thousand Fire, Ice, Sky, or Earth Lords there were, there was only 1 Time, Space, Life, or Aura Lord.
Innate Divine Characteristics could be passed on by blood, about the half the time. That is to say, someone born from a Divine Lord had a 50% chance of inheriting his characteristic. However, they would still need to cultivate to the peak, and become powerful on their own. An Innate Divine Characteristic, while very powerful and helpful, does not guarantee one success.
The elderly man harrumphed “Good, good. I can never be sure with you, when it comes to anything relating to homework.”
“When do we go grandpa? How am I going to be tested? Who will test me? Are we leaving today?” Dale practically breathed out questions at the old man.
“We will travel in to town tomorrow.” He said, “The king’s testers will come through on their annual trip tomorrow. After we find out whether or not you have a Lords Bloodline, as well as what your innate strength is at, we will decide what school to send you to.”
“School?” Dale said, “Do I have to go to school? It sounds like so much work.”
“You brat! Don’t look down on school! Without an education, you will go nowhere in this world.” the elderly man said, “As well, if you have the talent, you will not be sent off to a commoners regular school. There are countless powerful schools in this Kingdom of Morn. Many of them are even worthy of their names.”
“Grandpa, what school did you go to?” Dale asked.
“The school I went to is very far from here, Dale. You wouldn’t recognize it.” He said, “Now! Pack up a set of clothes, and food for tomorrows trip. Off with you!”
The morning came awake slowly. Birds started to tweet, and the forest gradually came alive. This forest, formally known as the Crysalis Deep Forest, lay in the center of the kingdom of Morn. Morn, ruled by a powerful Gold Metal Cultivator, was a large kingdom on the continent of Chel.
Towards the outskirts of this large forest lay a thatch hut. “DALE!” a faded but still loud voice yelled out.
“Yes grandpa! I’m all prepared!” Dale said, scratching at a bruise on his shoulder. He had snuck out last night to watch the stars, and on his way back in tripped and landed on his shoulder.
“Good! Let’s be off!” The elderly man came out of the hut, dressed in an expensive set of leather garments. He looked the part of a rich merchant, or a guard, tempered by age.
The duo set off from the hut, walking along a well-worn path through the rugged forestlands. Animals could be heard in the woods, crawling and creeping along, but strangely, none of them got anywhere near Dale or the old man. Dale thought it was a bit odd, as whenever he went out, he almost always bumped into an animal or two.
“Grandpa, am I talented?” Dale asked. “Do you think I have a Lords Bloodline? Is my innate strength high?” Dale worried that he wouldn’t be strong, and would let him down. But mostly, he was lazy and felt that if he wasn’t sufficiently powerful, his grandpa would make him work much harder then he usually did. Dale hated work.
The elderly man glanced at Dale for a moment “You should be rather strong,” He said, “after all, the various cats of this forest are no match for you, I doubt your strength is low.”
Dale glanced guiltily at the old man. Indeed, when Dale was bored, he would go play with the various Fire tigers and Ice panthers that inhabited this Crysalis forest. However, he didn’t think his grandpa had noticed. “I didn’t mean to do it behind your back! I just played with them a bit, it was fun!” He said, worriedly.
“Hah! Playing with Attribute Monsters for fun at the age of 5..” sighed the old man, shaking his head. “I think you are quite strong enough.”
They passed several miles like this, with Dale playfully asking questions, and the elderly gentleman answering him. The sun slowly traveled through the sky as they walked along. Eventually, they came to a point where the trees thinned out.
“How much longer till we get there, grandpa?” asked Dale. He had been impatiently waiting to go to town for several weeks now. They hadn’t visited in nearly a month.
“We’ve been through this way before,” said the old man, “You tell me.”
Dale squirmed around, avoiding the question.
Suddenly, a loud cry rang out from the sky. A roar, powerful, with a domineering aura blasted forth, shaking the trees in the forest, causing all the animals to lay quiet. In the sky flew a dark blue colored winged lizard. It had a massive body, with wings two or three times it’s size, and a large azure gemstone on its forehead. It was from this creature the roar originated.
“A Dragon!” the old man exclaimed! “and an Ice attribute Dragon as well! Do not move or make any noises, Dale!” He hurriedly glanced at the child.
He need not have worried; Dale didn’t move an inch, mainly because he couldn’t move an inch. The Dragon gave off an enormous amount of pressure as it flew by, causing all those to feel it to be overwhelmed. Dale, who hadn’t even cultivated to the most basic level yet, didn’t have a chance, and couldn’t move at all. Eventually, the pressure faded as the Dragon flew past them, towards the South-East.
“Grandpa! What’s a dragon doing here??” exclaimed Dale. He had never seen a Dragon before, and was very excited.
“I’m not sure, but it can’t be a good sign.” the old man said, with a worried glance.
After taking a moment for them to fully recover, the two continued their journey, and about 30 minutes later, arrived on the outskirts of Neldor, a small sized city, or a large sized town.
Neldor is a small city, with a population of roughly 120,000. It lies near the center of Morn, and is know for its craftsmanship. Neldor has 5 different outer gate walls, and is a roughly pentagonal shape, with a large, imposing gate on each side. However, the most important aspect to Neldor is the fact that a 1st rate Morn cultivation school is here.
All the cultivation schools in Morn are known as the collective “Morn Cultivation School.” All the schools belong to the same family. However, some branches are better then others, and the branches are divided into 1st, 2nd, and 3rd rate schools. The school in Neldor is a 1st rate school. 1st rate schools, as their name implies, are obviously the most powerful and wealthy of schools, and offer the most opportunity to quickly advance ones cultivation.
Dale and the elderly man walked up to the city gates.
“Name and reason for entry.” said a guard with a bored look on his face.
“I am Taric Qian, and this is my nephew, Dale Wensworth.” said the elderly man. “We have come to participate in the Cultivation Aptitude Test.”
The guard glanced at them again, then looked at Dale, with a slightly less bored look. “Alright, go on in.” He said, waving them forth.
Immediately after entering the gates, we walked into a large crowd. There must have been 500 people loitering around, listening to a man in a red kings guard outfit. He wore it rather well, and gave off a well-put together aura.
“Listen up! Hear, hear! A Dragon has been spotted flying to the South! Any information on where this dragon went, and if it returns will be generously rewarded by the king! This is a national matter, please uphold the utmost scrutiny!” he cried, glancing about imperiously.
“Grandpa, why do you think the dragon was fleeing to the south?” Dale wondered.
“I’m not too sure myself, but it didn’t look as if it was fleeing, or even in a hurry.” The old man said. “Put it out of your mind for now. Today, you need to focus on your test. Score well! Don’t let me down!”
“Yes sir!” Dale yelled, and indeed he had already forgotten about the case of the dragon, focusing his thoughts on his upcoming test.
After pushing there way through the crowd, Dale and the old man made there were to the center of town. Passing through several different streets, you could see several different types of shops on each side. Blacksmiths, alchemists, tailors, and more. Neldor really was a diverse trade city.
Finnaly, they reached the central square, though it was called a square it was really a pentagon. Dale wasn’t quite sure why they called it a square, but he just went with it. Less work that way. Inside the square were several tens of children accompanied by adults milling about. Two large tables were being setup, by 4 men clothed in Kings guard robes.
“All testee’s please line up! Please line up! We will begin the testing process in less then 30 minutes! Please line up!” yelled one of the officers helping set up. Next to him was a relatively old man, in what looked like his late 50’s, with a greying beard, and a very weathered face. He gave off a tough, no nonsense kind of air, and didn’t look like he could joke around. On his robes was a medal indicating his status as the Kings Ambassador, and therefore, the one giving the test.
On the tables the guards finishing setting up lay a large rock. It appeared to be some type of clear crystal, with hardly any specks or imperfections.
“What’s the rock for, grandpa?” Dale asked. He’d never seen something like that before, it gave off a bit of an eerie feeling.
“That is what they’ll be testing you with, my lad! It’s a soul crystal. By holding on to it, the rock will attempt to form and match your souls innate strength. By using it, you can tell how powerful a level your strength is at. You need to reach the condensing level, or the 10th layer of innate strength in order to successfully form a core.” he explained.
“I know, I know,” Dale said, excited beyond words. Dale has been looking forward to this for a while. He’s absolutely sure he must have some kind of bloodline, after all, isn’t it every child’s dream?
They quickly moved into line, and patiently waited as people ahead of them were tested. From the sounds of it, not very many people were pleased with their results. Directly in front of them was a young boy and his mother. He had blonde hair and golden-yellow eyes, eyes that gave off a slight glow. The kid turned towards Dale “Hi! My name is Feng! Whats yours?” he asked.
“I’m Dale! Nice to meetcha.” Dale said, “You nervous?”
“Pfft, this test is easy, I here!” said Feng, “All you do is stand there and touch a rock. I’m confident, heh.”
“I don’t think it’s hard really, I’m just nervous.” said Dale, “I hope I have a Lords Bloodline!”
Feng gaped at him for a second. “You do know how rare those are right? No one in our entire province of Neldor has one! Only 2 people in Morn have one! Even the King doesn't have that!"
“I know! But well, you never know, right?” said Dale.
“I guess,” said Feng, “Haha, you never know!”
The two boys went on to talk back and forth about their lives, whilst the old man and the mother of the other child watched. Several minutes passed thus, as testees filed past, some with happy looks, some sad, but all looking determined.
Finally, it was their turn.
“Next!” Bellowed the intimidating graybeard cultivator. Several kids had just walked away from him almost in tears, apparently not happy with the results they achieved. The testing crystal could find the exact innate soul strength someone had, as long as they had yet to form their core, and if someone’s was lacking, it would be obvious.
Feng walked up to the rock, confidently, with a bit of a swagger in his step. Feng originally grew up with his mother. His father was an unknown figure in his life, someone who had a child with his mother and left, only dropping by once to give her a sum of money large enough for them to live on. While Feng had no great love for his father, he had no hate for him either. After all, his mother didn’t seem too torn up about his absence, and the money that had to live on was enough to keep them comfortably fed, if not extravagantly.
However, one thing he learned from his life without a father was that he needed power. Only by being strong can one live and support one self. Though Feng was very young, only 5 years old, he had a very mature mind as a result of the life he’s lived so far.
The tester looked at Feng as he walked up. “Welcome youngling, I am Ambassador Winston. Please place your hand upon the testing crystal, and focus your strength.” Feng complied. Immediately, light started to focus in the crystal.
“1st layer..2nd layer..3rd layer.. The 3rd layer!” exclaimed the Ambassador. He glanced at Feng, quite impressed that one so young had already reached the 3rd layer of innate strength.
Suddenly, a fiery light blazed from the testing stone, giving off an actual physical sensation of heat. It was like the fires of the very cosmos themselves came into being and blazed forth. The Ambassador stared at Feng in amazement.
“A Fire Lord Bloodline!” he cried, “Quickly, send a pigeon to the King. Now!” he told one of the Kings guardsmen. The red clothed guard ran off as he requested. The ambassador turned back to face Feng. “What is your name, young master?” He said respectfully.
Feng proudly said “I am Feng Constantine, sir Ambassador.” He looked like he was full to the brim, bursting with pride.
The Ambassador quickly wrote down his information, and said “Congratulations Feng, you have a Lords Bloodline, that of the Fire Lord. You will, of course, be invited to the Main School in the Capital, if you so choose to come. Please wait here while we finish the rest of the tests.” The Ambassador bowed to Feng.
Feng walked off to the side, with quite the smug look on his face. He gave a wink to Dale as he walked off. Dale smiled at him nervously. He never thought Feng would actually have a Fire Lords bloodline!
“Next!” yelled the Ambassador. He was in quite the good mood, now that he had found a Lords Bloodline. Feng would be the 3rd ever Divine Lord in their kingdom. The King would definitely reward him well.
Dale nervously walked up to the Ambassador, and stated “I am Dale, sir.”
“Yes, yes. Place your hand here on the crystal, and focus your strength.” Ambassador Winston said.
Slowly, the crystal began to glow. At first, it started as a dull glimmer and gradually rose through several levels of light. However, in the center of the crystal, two seperate lights, separate yet alike, flashed brilliantly against each other, and eventually, cancelled each other out.
“1st layer.. 2nd layer.. 3rd layer.. 4th layer..5th layer?!? The 5th layer?” The Ambassador stuttered, “Impossible! Boy are you actually 5? Do not lie to me!” he glared at Dale.
“Yes sir! I am 5, you can ask my grandpa if you don’t believe me.” Dale said, a bit intimidated by the tester.
The old man walked up “Is there a problem? Yes, Dale is 5 years old, you can tell just by looking at him.”
“Ah, I was just a bit surprised,” the Ambassador apologized, “a 5th layer innate strength at the age of 5 is quite surprising, especially finding one so far from any main city. What is your full name? With your talent, I’m sure you will be able to accompany your friend to the Capitals Main school, or at the least join a 1st rate school.”
“The Main School,” Dale breathed. The Main School was the most powerful school in the Morn Kingdom. There are countless 1st, 2nd, and 3rd rate branch schools, but the most powerful and original school is the Main School. It is home to the most powerful cultivators and strongest disciples. To join this school was truly a dream for him.
“Please go wait by your friend to the side while we finish off the last of the testers, we will give you more information then.” said the Ambassador.
Dale walked over to Feng, saying “You actually have a Lords Bloodline!”
Feng looked back, a bit smug, “My mother always said my father had one, so I kind of thought I might, but I was never sure! It’s too bad you don’t have one! On the other hand, you’re already at the 5th innate strength layer! That’s ridiculous, especially since you’re just 5 and you don’t have a Lords Bloodline!”
Dale was a bit disappointed that he didn’t have a Lords Bloodline, but he didn’t expect to be one of the few out of millions that had one. It stung a little, though, that Feng had one.
However, 5th level innate strength layer was no joke. A normal persons strength is roughly half the of the 1st level of innate strength. To put it in common terms, a person at the 1st level innate could easily lift 100 lbs. The 2nd level could lift 200 lbs, the 3rd level 300, and so on. At the 5th level of innate strength, it was no wonder that Dale could easily combat with the Attribute beasts inside the forest he lived in.
“How come you’re so strong, though?” asked Feng. It was a good question. For a child at the age of 5 to be at the 5th layer of innate strength without a Lords Bloodline was extraordinary.
Dale shrugged, “I’ve always been this strong.” He really had. He thought it was normal to be at his level of strength, mistakenly assuming that all kids his age were this strong.
Just as Feng was about to respond, suddenly, an enormous sound vibrated through the air. A majestic, terrifying force overwhelmed everyone present, silencing the nearby students and townspeople.
With icy eyes set on the town of Neldor, an Azure Ice Dragon roared and flew forth through the sky, its eyes spelling death..
Dragons, are.. well. Dragons. There’s not much normal people can do against one. The weakest of Dragons is as strong as an Iron level metal core cultivator. The Azure Ice Dragon was definitely not the weakest of Dragons.
The Dragon let loose another imposing roar as it soared towards the town. The townspeople stood frozen still. Not by choice, but because they physically could not resist the Dragons force of will and Aura. The Azure Ice Dragon is at least at the level of a Gold level metal core cultivator, probably even stronger.
“RETREAT!” an enormous yell burst forth from the graybeard Ambassador. “Everyone! Flee now! I will try to hold off the Dragon, get away!” The Ambassador bravely jumped forth, silver energy flash from his hand and blasted towards the great Dragon.
The Drake ignored the silver flash, and continued towards the town square. The energy shot forth by the Ambassador smashed into the great drakes scales and flew off, not even scratching its hide. The Azure Ice Dragon smashed into the square, knocking over several buildings, and killing several of the youths and accompanying guardians. Ice flashed forth as it swung its head around, instantly freezing the town’s guards that came to provide succor. The icy breath of the drake was freezing cold; it cracked the cobble stone ground of the square, spreading out in random patterns.
Feng and Dale stood stupidly, staring at the destruction and chaos occurring all around it. Suddenly, Dales grandfather stood up and said “Dale. Take Feng and run to the north of town, and out the north gate. No one here can stop this monster, but I can buy you some time.”
Before Dale could say anything, the old man withdrew a small crossbow from his pack, and dashed forward towards the Dragon. A silver glow slowly covered the elderly man, and suddenly, a brilliant ray of silver shot forth from the cross bow he had, plunging into the snout of the Azure Ice Dragon.
The Dragon, which had previously been busy blasting the remainder of the town guards, recoiled sharply. Though the bolt had done no real damage to the Drake, it caused a sharp pain and injured the dragon’s pride. The Drake glared at the old man, and attempted to freeze him with its ice breath. However, just as it swept upward to do so, the Ambassador blasted forth and slammed his leg against the side of the drake’s head. The full strength of a Silver Metal Core cultivator is not something to laugh at. Even if you are at a higher level, standing still and allowing them to blast you at full strength is not a viable option.
The Drake took the full force of the impact and it’s entire multi ton body smashed through several buildings off to the side, leaving a trail of destruction. The Ambassador promptly chased after it, wanting to press any advantage he could. Dale’s grandfather turned around “Go! Now! We are merely holding it off, we cannot stop it! The Ambassador has already sent word of Feng to the capital; you can be tested there again and will study in one of their schools. It is no longer safe here!”
Dale nodded, and ran off, with Feng close behind him. They headed towards the north gate, where they encountered a mass exodus of humanity, as everyone in the city had started to flee. An Azure Ice Drake could easily kill everyone in this city, staying here was tangible to committing suicide. Feng stared at Dale for a moment and said “Wait! My mother is still in the Square! I can’t leave without her.”
Dale paused a moment. If he went back to the square, it was almost certain death. The Dragon in that square was incalculably powerful; there was no way they could stand up to it. Even the Ambassador sent from the capital had no chance. Going back was one of the worst choices he could make, logically.
He said, “Feng, we cannot go back now. Think about it. Everyone that could flee already left the square, we were one of the last pairs to go. I’m sure your mother made it out, and if she did, she is fleeing to the capital with the rest of us. We can meet up with her there, but to return now would mean our deaths.”
“I don’t care! We have to go back!” he said, furiously. A house behind them shifted and fell.
Suddenly, several people blasted past where Feng and Dale stood, heading inwards towards the area where the Dragon fought. These people were all dressed similarily, and gave off powerful Auras. Several gave off a greyish iron feel, a few gave off a silver colored aura, and one, an old balding man with a square shaped beard, gave off a golden aura. The feeling of strength given off by this group was immense. Dale and Feng gaped as they passed by.
Dale, deciding to seize the moment, said, “Follow them! They must be from the 1st rate school in town, we’ll use them as cover to find your mother!”
Feng nodded furiously and they set off, following quickly in the wake of the cultivators.
Ahead, however, the battle with Dales grandfather and the Ambassador is not going well. After the Drake smashed through several buildings and came to a stop, it turned around and starting blasting its icy breath across the town, attempting to freeze the two bugs irritating it. Dales grandfather managed to dodge by the merit that he was farther away then the Ambassador, and had more time to react. The Ambassador, however, had already been severely burned by the drakes ice. His left leg and left arm were both partially frozen, and his movement speed was very much inhibited.
The Dragon lunged at the Ambassador, swiping its claws to shred him. However, just as it was about to land, a golden blast of energy connected with its claws and slightly deflected his strike. Instead of slicing through the Ambassador, it simply brushed him by, and knocked him through two buildings, back into the main square.
Dales grandfather, seeing this, gratefully yelled, “Thank you great elder! Please help us repel this Dragon, or at least buy time for the civilians to escape.”
The golden shrouded man nodded. Behind him, several other cultivators began to arrive, with a veritable ménage of aura enclosing them.
“Dorn, Mikael, distract it to the left and right. I will take its attention, whilst you two attempt to damage its wings. The rest of you are no match for it. Fall back and help the citizens escape. If my guess isn’t wrong, this Dragon appears to be in the late Gem Core stage, we won’t have a chance at killing it. But, we may be able to hold it off for a time.” He said sternly. The two cultivators that gave off a silvery aura immediately strode forward and launched silvery flashes of energy at the dragon, entering into the fray..