Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 408 City Of Sacrifice

“Lucy had to know because most of us already knew. It was a chain effect and we were happy the family was back together. That was a weakness, it stopped Godfrey from becoming exactly like Cain wanted but the cost for that is your safety.”

“I don’t care.” Isaac responded. “I don’t want you or Godfrey to babysit me, you are both my friends, not my parents. You have no qualms about Percival knowing, you were not too disturbed about Snow either but me and Lucy. You see us as weak, that we need to be protected, to be tucked away nicely so we won’t break. That’s all this is.”

“It is all this is. It’s the unfortunate truth but that doesn’t mean I don’t see you as my friend.”

Isolde’s reply made Isaac laugh sarcastically. “Lucy won’t feel the same about you if she hears this. You know Lucy has always been sensitive to her limitations. I thought you felt for her but this… oh, I see.” His eyes darkened.

“She’s not a special girl like you. One of the few, if not the only girl in the entire world to be a Chosen One. That’s your advantage, without it, you’d know what it feels like to be in Lucy’s shoes.”

Isolde chuckled softly. “It’s how the world works. It doesn’t matter if you like it or not. My social standing as the Pendragon heir back then and my position as a Chosen One have given me a great advantage, it’s made me break my limit easily but once that’s gone, it’s gone. All my hard work would be capped at a limit.”

She looked at him. “I know that limits don’t apply to us because we’re different. We keep growing, keep breaking limits like they’re nothing but those limits weren’t meant for us in the first place. They were meant to keep billions and trillions, if I include other worlds, at their respective places while we open the doors. Limits are the next door we see after the last but they aren’t meant for people like me because we’re meant to open that next door but not all that followed would join us in the next.”

“Isaac… that doesn’t mean we’re better. We just have different problems. I have to bear the risk of knowing that if I’m not careful one of my dragons will devour me, does Lucy have to worry about that? My life is always at the edge and I will live like that forever, knowing that one mistake and it’s over. So how can you…”

Isolde held herself. She shut her eyes and rubbed her forehead.

“Forget all of this, the point here is Lucy is in danger and she’s too weak to defend herself. And even if we’re to gang up, we might still lose to Cain. This means I put my friend in what I can’t get her out of. Some decisions are painful but necessary but I and Frey failed.”

“You didn’t. You just opened up to your friends and there’s nothing wrong about that. I don’t care if I die for what I know is right and I don’t think Lucy does either.” Isaac said and turned away. He cleared his throat.

Their conversation might have gotten too heated. Godfrey told them Percival would be with Lucy, his father would be with his mother while both of them should fight together against the gate that would soon open up and he was here arguing.

Just as Isaac was about to apologise, Isolde’s phone buzzed. She picked it up from a side stool and her eyes sharpened.

“Is it… here?” Isaac gasped.

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An elegant golden knight holding a spear suddenly stepped into a medieval city from thin air. Her eyes pierced through the almond-shaped eyeholes of her helmet, scrutinizing the street. Isaac appeared behind her. They went to the Pendragon Island gate, the gate that led to the outside world and when they went through it, this was where they appeared.

A green gate had consumed a large portion of Staten Island. Although Isolde had never been in this city before, she felt a trace of familiarity because of her vision.

Before them rose an immense ancient city forged from gray stone, its towering walls and layered districts climbing over one another like a mountain carved by human hands. Countless structures rose into the sky, temples, keeps, bridges, and spires, all bearing the scars of age and abandonment.

Torchlight burned along the empty streets, casting restless shadows across cracked roads and forgotten plazas. Despite the silence, the city did not feel dead. It felt waiting… for its new inhabitants.

Or maybe its next victims.

At the northern end stood a gigantic statue of an elven maiden, so vast it overlooked nearly the entire city, her long stone robes flowing to the base of the monument. Golden strings extended from her fingertips, descending through the air in shimmering lines that swayed gently above the streets below. Around the statue burned seas of candles, their warm glow illuminating the ancient stone in pulses of gold.

It was beautiful.

The skies were dark, as though they sought to smother the moon itself, yet its pale silvery light pierced through the clouds and fell upon the elven maiden, bathing the ancient city in a soft nocturnal glow.

“I’ll be back.” Isolde said to Isaac and sprouted draconian wings that spread out so wide they almost reached the end of the street.

A swift gale blew outward as she took to the skies with one powerful flap. She went high enough to see the entire city and beyond.

She saw people in the streets, people from Staten Island. Many were already on the streets and some were emerging from these old buildings with disbelief morphing into unease and for some, fear.

It felt like they were sent here to become residents of this strange city. There were hundreds of thousands of people.

This was the biggest green gate Isolde had ever seen. She had not heard of anything of this size either. The Ruination was finally here, she was now face to face with her vision.

Every single person here, probably over three hundred to four hundred thousand, would die according to the vision she and Godfrey saw.

This was the dungeon of the creeping darkness, this was the city of sacrifice.

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A/N: I just finished my exams. Uploads will return to normal from now on.