Elincia's Point of View

Dwardew Palace

“Do you think Arthur is going to be asleep much longer?” Typhon asked me softly as we waited for word.

Adjusting my arm, Kheri replied for me. “Given what he’s been through, I doubt it. The man just fought an entire army. It’s been half a day since he went to his room.”

“The Dwarves are still celebrating.” I commented. “We have barely had time to sleep or rest ourselves. A few hours here and there can only do so much.” Brushing his hair, I continued. “At least we know he is okay. Who knows how tired he must be after running around all those towns before we arrived here?”

“I feel like Arthur always pushes himself too far or too hard.” The young Dragon stated.

“There aren’t many who could force him to take a break, but at least we know he’s still asleep.” Kheri pointed out.

Word had arrived of what Arthur had done. As impossible as it sounded, some part of me wasn’t too surprised at the incredible feat. However, despite that, Arthur decided to rest instead of partaking in the feast. Even the smells were reaching the palace. A few Dwarves had come by to offer us some food, but many asked about Arthur. This continued throughout the night and into the early hours of the morning.

Typhon was the one who spoke next. “Maybe for now, but what about that Wraith?” He questioned before he looked at me. “That Demon was far stronger than the others, and the mist still hasn’t dispersed.”

My lips formed a frown as I moved to the balcony with a sigh. “That Wraith certainly did seem to give Arthur a hard time.”

A chill ran down my neck and back as we started talking about it. A feeling of oncoming dread filled me, and I looked up. The mist shifted for a moment before a small black dot appeared in the sky. My eyes widened as I could feel magic shifting.

“No…” I whispered in horror.

Raw, untamed magic began to form into a giant orb that shone far more brilliantly than any Sun. It was beautifully majestic in all its glory as beams of light lit up the area. Typhon, Kheri, and others ran to the balconies as the Dwarves in the city stopped their celebration.

“No!” Was all I was able to shout out as it descended towards us.

The closer it got, the brighter it became. Everything started to shine in the most hauntingly vibrant colors. Our balconies cracked from the sheer amount of magic being present in one spot as it completely blotted out the sky. All of Dwardew would soon be merely a memory, and I would have left nothing behind.

Grabbing Typhon, I pulled him close. He was my pride and joy at the best of times and the worst of times. Truly a light in my life that I am thankful for every day. Typhon held me back as I could barely hear his shouts over the growing sounds of our impending doom.

However, it suddenly stopped. Upon looking up, I could see another dot floating before the orb as it came to a halt. Arthur came into view, but barely. His hands were stretched out, and I realized he hadn’t stopped it entirely. It was still pushing down but at a much slower pace.

A war cry sounded out, and the orb exploded. Waves, much like the ones you’d find in the ocean, washed over us. Pushing us and stalling others who tried to push back. My ears were ringing as I did my best to keep my feet. With only one arm and no magic, it was hard to keep upright. So, when another wave of residual magic slammed into us more violently, I rolled onto my arm.

I cried out in pain before another wave slammed into us, and my body was flung into the wall. Cracks began to form in the room’s foundations as I was in a daze. My eyes tried to focus as Kheri stood in front of me, and Typhon protectively laid on top of me. The shaking of the palace rocked me to sleep as everything went black.