Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Why didn't the dark angel mage show his power at first and give orders later? And now he just realized the answer.

In a sudden move, Arthur suddenly canceled his technique and put his sword away. He spread his arms wide open while watching the shadow in front of him.

"I dare you do it then," Arthur said in a tone that startled everyone.

He had no speck of worry or anger in his tone, not even fear. It was like he abandoned his life, or he had something up his sleeve to save him.

And it was the latter in such a case, as Arthur finally realized where his strongest stance was.

"If you don't deliver him now…" the shadow suddenly released a terrifying wave of dark red energy all around. It moved out like a flood crushing down anything in its path, "then I will start killing everyone here in this world. Then I will head down to the other worlds you went to and make sure no one you knew of will survive!"

"Humph, I dare you do this," Arthur didn't show any sign of anger or hesitation. Instead of calling out his sword he pointed his finger towards his chest, "if you ever moved a finger, I won't hesitate to cut one from him. If you kill one of my people, I will cut an arm. If you destroy a world, then I will kill him and perish together."

The world rumbled out of the shadow rage while Arthur watched the light vanish out of this world. Instead a similar dark red world appeared, the same like the one he had in his trial.

'Is this… coincidence?' Arthur couldn't help but ask himself this while watching the same world appear once again around him. Inside him he doubted that. He didn't believe in coincidences.

'So that trial was all about this… I see…' Arthur suddenly got an insight towards the trial he just went through. He now knew why his trial was in that way, it wasn't a trial but a preparation.

"Keep raging and show me your wrath…" however despite all his thoughts and questions, he didn't show any of this over his face. All that appeared was his firm resolve to follow through his last threats. "I won't keep my hands off either!"

All of sudden Arthur's aura changed while he channeled his golden pearl energy. It was his highest form of energy he had and yet he didn't do this to fight.

Instead he kept gathering it up inside his body while slowly closing his eyes. "I won't stand in your way. C'mon, go and kill as much as you want. In the end we will end up losing someone precious to both of us."

"F*ck you bastard!" The shadow couldn't hold his anger anymore while shouting in a roaring voice that made the entire world rumble in response.

"Yeah… He also kept cursing me like this," however Arthur only showed his calmest smile over his face, not a single bit intimidated by any of this. "I now can see him… confined alone inside my prison. Shall I start cutting off his fingers first? Or should I take off his nails and torture him before that?"

"…"

Silence! It was all silence that Arthur got as an answer. However the world kept tumbling and boiling in response to that dark angel mage's wrath.

"What is holding your hand?" Arthur slowly opened his eyes while lazily giving that shadow a deep and long gaze. "You can't kill me… you can't touch my people… you can't threaten me with anything… and in return I can't kill you, or comply with your request either… So what's the end of this?"

Arthur finally stated what the current situation really was. He couldn't see the face of that dark angel mage, nor any of those standing here.

Only the only person here could see that face out clearly and she was feeling admiration towards Arthur.

"If you dared to touch a hair out of him…" the shadow said but the next moment Arthur waved his hand and a thing appeared out of thin air.

It was hair, not few or too many, not short or too long as if he just cut them from the middle of someone's long hair.

"You mean…" he slowly held these strands while checking them before opening his palm slowly, letting them fly away in the roaring wind, "this hair?"

"You…" the shadow seemed to be on the verge of exploding however he didn't move. All that Arthur could see was the terrifying energy around the shadow acting like a roaring ocean giant waves, pushing one another while swirling all around that shadow.

"Let's stop this silly act here," all of sudden a sweet voice appeared out of thin air before another shadow appeared next to Arthur.

This shadow startled Arthur himself, however when he saw the bright silver light around the shadow, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

It seemed the grandmasters didn't abandon him, but they stood still up there as they also had such a formidable mage on their side.

One who could face such a calamity boiling with rage at the moment.

"Stay out of this," the dark angel mage said in a serious tone, "this is between me and… that ant!"

"Well…" the white angel mage paused before floating around Arthur as if she was doing this on purpose, "from the way I see it, you can't even touch a single hair of his. Not like what he just did!"

When she said that, Arthur noticed the few strands of hair he threw before appearing again but this time it was in her hand. He could feel the anger and frustration of that dark angel while watching what the white angel was doing.

"Do you want to die?" the dark angel mage said in a threatening tone.

"C'mon, both of you know this is an overstatement," the white angel mage kept floating around while Arthur saw her releasing threads of energy to catch the far strands and gathered them in her hand.