Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons - Chapter 374: We won.
Chapter 374: We won.
“SHARRAK!!”
Gruumak shouted, and in an instant, all the Stonefangs turned towards him, surprised.
Retreat…?
Now…?
But they hadn’t achieved anything… they just lost their warriors.
If they retreat now, this raid, where they should have had the absolute advantage, would be an absolute failure.
How could they retreat?
Such questions did come to their mind, but it was a very fleeting thought. After all, every Stonefang could see those sky-high flaming pillars. Each one of them represented a Stonefang Warrior’s life.
And…
If this continued, more and more of those pillars would rise in the sky.
The enemy was too strong.
Much stronger than what any of them could expect.
“SHARRAK!!”
One of the Unit Leaders shouted, ordering his men to retreat.
And as if waiting for this—
“SHARRAK!!”
“SHARRAK!!”
“SHARRAK!!”
Similar shouts were heard all over the battlefield, and the Stonefangs began retreating. The Flying Unit, the split-up Ground Unit, even the army that was momentarily standing in front of the Velmourn soldiers—everyone began moving back without fail.
Gruumak, on the other hand, stared at Kael’s golden eyes. He then turned towards Igni and noticed his golden eyes and couldn’t help but find similarities between the two—even the shape of their pupils was the same.
“Drokh’dul Draak’mor Shaar’mor.”
{Flying Man Dragon God.}
He muttered lightly, and then he tapped on his beast’s back, telling him to move as well.
The Chief moved as well, joining his retreating army.
Silence.
Absolute silence fell all over the battlefield.
Slowly, the flaming pillars and the wall that was created between the two armies began to die down. The red sky faded, returning to its cloudy gray, and the ground—still scorched in places—had begun to cool.
Kael himself began descending. As he did, his fiery red scales started to disappear, his flaming hair returned to normal, his claws, his giant fiery wings, and tail—everything began fading away.
By the time he reached the ground, even his golden eyes returned to normal, and the suffocating, overwhelming aura around him returned to normal—a tender one, one filled with complete love and care—as he gently picked up his Fox and—
“Are you alright?”
He questioned, in a tone so light and pure that it was almost impossible to believe.
“…I am.”
Vitaria nodded lightly, snuggling close to her father.
“I am sorry…”
Kael spoke, tears slowly rolling down his eyes. And when Vitaria sensed that, her ears twitched as she raised her head and began wiping her father’s tears with her soft paws.
“Stop crying. Nothing happened.
I wasn’t scared. I knew Father was next to me.”
She spoke as she started licking Kael’s lips, a sign of affection the Fox rarely showed. Kael just closed his eyes and tightened his hug around her, his body trembling slightly—a sight that made Vitaria’s heart shudder and her eyes moist.
“…please stop crying.”
She requested in a voice that barely held itself together.
“I am not crying.”
Kael answered, as silence fell over the place.
Kael’s aura now felt much weaker than before, so much that even the Stonefangs noticed it. The scary Flying Man was gone. He seemed weak now.
“Tharn…”
{Chief…}
The Second-in-Command of the Stonefang army called out. He wasn’t sure whether they should keep retreating or not.
After all, it seemed like the Flying Man had run out of steam.
Gruumak momentarily turned his head and stared at the Flying Man who was hugging the Fox. The air around him seemed much weaker as well. It was very much possible that he had indeed run out of steam but…
“Sharrak nar.”
{We retreat.}
Gruumak shook his head.
He still hadn’t forgotten the final look in the Flying Man’s eyes. They might have been allowed to retreat with minimal casualties right now, but if they tried anything after this, something told the Chief that it wouldn’t end well.
Not to mention…
The Chief slowly turned towards the red dragon who seemed to be flying towards the Flying Man.
The Dragon…
The Chief somehow had this feeling that the hesitation he sensed from the Dragon might not come from his inexperience…
And… the last thing he wanted was to face a Dragon that did not hesitate.
“SHARRAK NAR!!”
{We Retreat!}
He ordered again, this time louder than before, making sure none of his men had any foolish ideas.
His men didn’t go against his words either.
Gruumak was well-respected as a brave leader who had saved his people from countless dangers all his life. Even before becoming a Chief, he was seen as a strong, dependable warrior who had the complete trust of his comrades. If he said something, no matter how much it went against what the Stonefangs thought, they would follow.
“SHARRAK!!”
“SHARRAK!!”
The Stonefang army raised their speed and just like that—
The Stonefangs were gone.
There were no more roars, no more battle cries, no more beasts and warriors charging at the Wall.
Only the crackling of cooling embers and the distant whisper of the wind.
“…Did we… win?”
A young Velmourn soldier whispered, lowering his spear. He looked around as if trying to wake from a dream.
“We… we didn’t lose anyone…”
Another muttered in disbelief.
“No wounds… not even a scratch…”
“The Wall…”
One of the older soldiers turned, staring at the Wall he swore to protect with his life 30 years ago.
“Not even a single mark…”
He whispered, his eyes turning moist.
Seeing him act like that and say those words, any normal person would consider him a fool. After all, the Wall he was staring at had tens of thousands of marks—some so deep they could even be seen from a distance.
What they wouldn’t know, however, was that none of those marks appeared today—and the old soldier knew it. After all, he remembered all these marks by heart. He had protected the Wall for years—he would notice even the slightest change in it.
And today…
The Wall did not change at all.
“It’s real,”
Someone said.
“This isn’t a dream…
I-It’s real.”
“…How?”
Sergeant Leron finally spoke, his voice trembling.
“We… we were prepared to die…”
He muttered.
It was a battle where they were prepared to have heavy casualties—two hundred and fifty Stonefangs against merely one hundred Velmourns. It was a battle where they were sure to be annihilated.
Leron had actually calculated that half of them would have died in the battle before the reinforcements arrived—and that was him thinking positively. The worst-case scenario would be their complete loss as the enemy loots their granary and… the probability of this happening was quite high.
But…
To think everything turned out like this…
To think they stopped the enemy from looting the granary, to think they protected the Wall, and… to think not a single Velmourn died or got injured in the battle…
He couldn’t believe this was happening…
But then—
His eyes fell on him.
Kael.
The man who was hugging the Fox as the rest of his Bonds appeared around him. Even the Dragon and Lavinia were there right next to him. The Dragon gently nudged his head with his, showing absolute affection that Dragons were thought to be incapable of.
The entire group felt… unreachable.
It felt… mythical.
“…The Dragon Rider…”
Suddenly, a quivering voice was heard.
Leron turned and saw one soldier dropping to his knees, his eyes staring at the Dragon Rider standing at a distance in reverence.
“The Dragon Rider…”
Soon, another followed. And another. And then another.
Until dozens of Velmourn soldiers, grown men with years of war behind them, knelt.
Some whispered in awe.
Others chanted in reverence.
“Dragon Rider Kael… Dragon Rider Kael… Dragon Rider Kael…”
The name spread like wind through the ranks.
First one voice.
Then ten.
Then a hundred.
“Dragon Rider Kael… Dragon Rider Kael… Dragon Rider Kael…
DRAGON RIDER KAEL! DRAGON RIDER KAEL! DRAGON RIDER KAEL!”
Even the beasts joined—lifting their heads, howling or roaring softly, sensing the energy of their masters as the chants grew louder and louder as more and more soldiers followed.
Even Leron, swept by his emotions, slowly fell to his knees and—
“Dragon Rider Kael… Dragon Rider Kael… Dragon Rider Kael!”
He began chanting as well.
The Flying Unit, the archers and mages on the Wall—they all came down, chanting Kael’s name with absolute reverence.
The entire battlefield livened up with his name—it almost seemed like he was no longer a human, but a god.
“DRAGON RIDER KAEL! DRAGON RIDER KAEL! DRAGON RIDER KAEL!”
The chants grew even louder, so much that even the Stonefangs, who had already retreated a good distance, could hear it.
And then—
“What the hell is happening here…?”
Kayden, who finally managed to join his mother and the Commander with the rest of the Velmourn Army, questioned with a ridiculous look on his face—unable to understand why every Velmourn soldier was chanting Kael’s name instead of defending the Wall with their lives.
No, actually, where were the Stonefangs?
Wasn’t it said that they attacked with their complete army?
Was the report made up?
That didn’t seem to be the case. Then…
“Mother, what is happening here? Why are you all just staring at them without going there yourself?”
Kayden questioned as he shook his mother and glanced at the team of elites his mother and the Commander had taken to reach the Wall quicker while he and the elders followed with the rest of the army.
And Morvain—
“…We won.”
She just gave a short answer. Her eyes didn’t leave Kael for a single moment.
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