Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 483 To Kill A Lesser God - Part 2

'Use this to kill him, slit his neck, slice him in half, stab him in the heart–just do something with it so his blood gets splashed!' Read new chapters at empire

Linkle's words still rang in Raven's ears as he watched the steel dragon's hand squeezing the life out of the little girl. He'd done his part and yet the creature kept going, refusing to let up even as his body was decaying.

"Help me one more time, will you?" Not entirely sure to whom he'd made that wish to, Raven grew a pair of wings and flew towards the scaly hand trying to drown the fox-girl. In that spectre of time, as he darted to the creature, his body erupted from within with a flood of darkness lent to him by a higher creature. The dark fairy form–the very same he'd forced out with Arche had taken over his real body and grabbed the dragon's hand from underneath.

Like a spirit with no legs, no eyes and silver veins running across his skin, Raven had grown closer to the fairy mother and his sharp toothy smile reflected that perfectly. Bleeding darkness from the mouth as his claws dug into the dragon's scales, he tore through his armor and drew a scream that rumbled the waves.

"LET HER GOOO!" Screaming with his voice distorted beyond recognition, the mage lifted his head and began eating through the dragon's flesh–all the while, holding it high up in the air.

"AUGGHHH!!! YOU PEST!!" Unable to move his hand, the dragon's iron face emerged from the ocean and so did his other hand. Like a war bull clad in armor made of dark scales, Aran had turned into a monster not entirely a dragon and neither completely human. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Turning his head to the warriors staring up at him from the ocean, he clenched his anger and growled before his head turned into stone.

"T-THIS ISN'T OVER! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEADS! I'LL AVENGER MY PE-opleee...GAAHAWWAHHH!" Choking on his words as his existence turned to coal and ash, Aran fell into the ocean and caused a wave taller than himself to come crashing down on the baffled bystanders.

As the wave landed on their heads, everyone still floating in the ocean was sent miles deep into the water, unconscious. Thankfully for them, however, the merfolk began gathering them up and carried them to the now-destroyed island. The lighthouse had been toppled by the strong waves, the water had ruined the harvest, and little housing the land still had had now been turned to ruins not fit for living.

An hour would pass before anyone would come to their senses, and in the meantime, Aran's body would continue to poison the ocean. The souls trapped inside him would've already escaped, and the goddess' nail would've served its purpose. King of Aranuvia, Aran–Or rather Mathew Dyliggan was no more and it was time for his people as well as that of the Djinn's, to either make peace with the others or die fighting for those islands.

'I'll make sure they make the right choice and serve me into an age of peace for the sake of their children.'

But with Athenia looming above them as judge, the illusion of choice could only lead to one place.