Little by huge little chunks of ice began to fall apart from the mountain… and after ten minutes, Aion got fed up again. He heard of people that are slow to wake up, but that was on a whole new level. Seris and Arlana had to stop him from approaching and doing something that could cause problems.
In the end, they had to wait for half an hour to be able to see a bit of the frozen tyrant, and only after half an hour his entire body was completely frozen off the ice, and he began to wake up.
The frozen tyrant looked like the Godzilla… Aion had heard that Tyrants were a species of dragons, but he assumed that the name was just a coincidence… it wasn't. The creature had some deep blue scales that covered most of his body. Aside from the scales, the frozen tyrant was also deep blue on the external parts of his body and light blue around the middle of his stomach and back. He also had some crystal-like claws on his arms and feet, and his eyes were the same color as the sky.
The frozen tyrant turned around and then stared at them, making Seris and Arlana break into a cold sweat while Aion just stared back.
"....What?" After a long staring contest, the frozen tyrant said in a moody tone.
"You don't know why we are here?" Aion asked while furrowing his eyebrows.
"No… State your business," The Frozen Tyrant said.
Aion rubbed his chin thoughtfully while analyzing the creature in front of him… it was hard to believe, but he still looked sleepy. Aion didn't want to believe in that as well, but it seemed that the frozen tyrant was completely oblivious that someone was planning to attack him.
"You didn't notice that someone tried to use time magic and was planning to attack you?" Aion asked.
"I noticed, but I didn't care," the frozen tyrant said.
"... I solved the problem for you, and now I want your assistance," Aion declared. "Fenhair has already joined my side."
"So what?" The Frozen Tyrant asked. "I am not interested in fighting for humans anymore. I just want to sleep."
"Wow, unbelievable," Seris muttered.
"... You don't care if the world ends?" Aion asked, already thinking of a plan to take the frozen tyrant in a swift strike.
"The world isn't in danger now, so I don't have to do anything. I will just sleep," The frozen tyrant declared.
"... Do you know which year we are in?" Aion asked. "How many years had passed since Malon created the relics that sealed to some extent time magic?"
"How do you know that name?" The frozen tyrant said, finally showing something aside from sleepiness in his eyes. "I see now… you smell like him."
"No, I don't smell. I bathe two times a day," Aion said. "Answer my question now."
"Hmm… it happened around fifteen hundred years ago," the frozen tyrant replied. "I can also sense her blood in you… I understand now. You are carrying the burden of those two. It doesn't matter either way… I want to sleep."
At that point in time, Aion already had a vein bulging in his forehead. He didn't have time for that shit… instead of talking, he would instead just force the frozen tyrant into submission.
"O great frozen tyrant, may I ask your name?" Arlana suddenly stepped forward and then said it.
"It is Celion… you also smell like him," Celion said while furrowing his eyebrows. "That hair and eyes… yes, you are a descendant of his."
"O great Celion, please forgive us our insolence of waking you from your slumber, but we wouldn't come here if we didn't need help," Arlana added. "We will leave now, but please consider taking a nap for fifteen hundred years and then helping us in the future."
"... A fifteen-hundred years nap doesn't sound so bad," Celion said. "I will consider your plea if you manage to cast a spell that will prevent anyone from bothering me during that time."
"Thank you for your endless generosity. We will do something about that," Arlana said after bowing several times.
"We will?" Aion furrowed his eyebrows.
"We will! Please rest assured, o great Celion," Seris declared.
"All right, don't bother me for fifteen hundred years," Celion said and then made all the ice cover his body again.
Aion wanted to beat some sense in that massive pile of laziness, but in the end, he had to be patient. Once Celion went to sleep, he decided to talk with those two about how they could do that.
"Now that I think about it… that ice tornado that we saw in our present was created by us?" Aion asked.
"I guess so… while you are strong, you destroyed too easily the ice tornado created by Celion. The difference in mana is that big," Seris replied. "To make up for that, we should use the right amount of preparation… using Aion's mana and magic power and using the runes that I know, and we can probably create an ice tornado that can draw power from this cold environment to sustain itself until our present."
Aion nodded. That seemed like a good plan. It was already dark when they began to work. Still, they continued to do so throughout the night since they had a lot of stuff to prepare ahead, like a shit ton of mana orbs that Aion would have to create and numerous runes that Seris would have to put around the ice mountains.
They kept working until noon of the next day, and there wasn't much that they could do to speed up that process… it was just that methodical.
Basically, Seris and Arlana wrote the runes, and Aion fed them while creating a connection between their locations since they all had to be activated at the same time. That was actually possible, but Seris never did… connect several runes in a circle to make their effectiveness go up exponentially.
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