The Orinthian Warrior Book 1 Part 12

“So now we need to find an Ice Wyvern. One who is surprisingly powerful.” Charcoal questioned. “That is indeed so,” answered Dilo, “Although that means I have to go back to Valguero or Ragnarok… lemme tell you a story… about the Thunderhead-“ “WHO IS THE THUNDERHEAD?!?” Charcoal yelled almost instantly. “A being of unfathomable power. He is like a living supercell storm, all huge thundering tornado, with three heads, each holding a menacing eye. Even by itself, it could rip apart a TEK structure in a centisecond.”

“Whooah.” Charcoal responded. “Ahem. Allow me to continue the story.” Dilo said. “Like me, the Thunderhead was bore by the Overseer to traverse the ARKs, Fjordnir in particular. Many powerful IceWings circle his tornado-like body. And if we offer something in return, he will give us what we need-“

Suddenly a huge amethyst crystal impaled Dilo in the back. He ripped it off, examined the crystal, and then declared, “Ugh, it’s Bluefeather’s smug friend of his, Amethyst.”

When he said those words, a rather pristine and purple rock Drake walked towards the campfire, armed with a crystal dagger in one hand, a Crystal Controller in the other. Like Bluefeathers, she had a cold, withering aura, as if she just came back from the dead.

“Oh what do we have here? A couple bunch of unmistakable creatures who managed to defeat Bluefeathers… I don’t know which I prefer, Bluefeathers or Obsidian… but you will pay for what you’ve done.”