The atmosphere grew heavy with the weight of the revelation. They huddled closer together, their expressions mirroring a shared sense of urgency and the need to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. Whispers of concern and questions filled the air as they tried to make sense of the dire future that lay ahead.
In that pivotal moment, a profound silence settled upon the group. Their collective gaze shifted from one another to the vast horizon, their thoughts intertwining as they contemplated the monumental task before them. The weight of responsibility settled upon their shoulders, and they knew they had to act.
"I guess we will use the Draconic Wanderer, he isn't as fast as the speedster, but he isn't half bad," Aion thought. "We will fly with him until night; if we don't find any signs of the Heradins, then we will have to attack the enemies with our numbers."
They had four hundred people on their side, and Aion realized that he couldn't turn the transformed humans into death knights or any type of soldier under his control; the reason was obvious: Vangel knew that he could do that and countered it somehow.
Aion could only assume that the blood of the enemies made their bodies counterattack the effects of Necromancy… a spell shouldn't remain active after the body perished; it shouldn't last forever either. Despite that, Vangel didn't use the same thing on the speedster… it sure was suspicious. Was he such a disposable card?
In any case, everyone inside the pocket dimension looked full of life while the Draconic Wanderer was flying back to the Zaera Kingdom. Still, they had some time before they arrived. Aion was unsealing more classes, but the others didn't know what to do.
"Aion, I know that the flow of time here is supposed to help us, but everyone is starting to get a bit tense and apprehensive," Henri said. "The fact that it looks like we are in the air without seeing proper footing isn't helping either."
"There isn't much that I can do here to help since I am harnessing more power right now," Aion replied. "Can't you make them train or something to kill time?"
Aion didn't have a summoner class, and he already had something in mind for his death knights, so he couldn't let them waste time now. It was also a bit annoying that those guys felt bored…
"It isn't about that, it is that they are itching to fight and deal with the enemies, and they can't do anything with that energy," Henri explained.
That was a little better, but it still wasn't his problem. Soon enough, they will be able to let all that energy explode… but it seemed that it was better to help them keep that fire going. Unfortunately, Aion couldn't help them, so he just used his magic flute to make everyone fall asleep, even his brothers.
Still, in the end, they crossed the entire ocean through the day, and they didn't find any signs of the floating island. It seemed that they couldn't count on the Heradins this time… still, they should show up once they notice that something is going on.
In the meantime, Aion managed to unseal some classes and get some status points thanks to it, but he didn't think that it was enough. With that in mind, once they reached the deserted area of his ancestors' country, he made the speedster leave with all of his death knights…
Aion had planned to infiltrate the enemy's base silently and then kill everyone with some large-scale attacks. Still, soon he was forced to stop when he felt something ominous ahead.
Before long, Aion began to notice creatures emerging from the sand of the desert. The Draconic Wanderer was two kilometers above ground level, so it was quite some for him to be able to see them. It was also weird that they began to emerge at such a time and began to chase them.
"Sand golems, huh… I suppose our presence is obvious; everything in the desert is under their control and is impossible not to detect," Aion thought.
Sand Golems are enormous creatures made entirely of sand. They resemble giant human-like figures with a rough and stone-like texture. Their bodies are intricately sculpted, resembling ancient statues.
These golems have a strong and sturdy build, showing off their power. Their muscular limbs are well-defined, giving them an intimidating presence. With each step, the sand beneath them ripples, emphasizing their size and strength.
The color of their sandy bodies can range from a pale gold to a deep brown, like the colors of a desert. The sand occasionally falls off them as they move, creating a mesmerizing effect.
Their faces are expressionless, carved with precision, and exude a sense of wisdom and seriousness. Their eyes, made of glowing sand, serve as their visual sensors. As they move, the sound of shifting sand can be heard, creating a low rumbling noise. This adds to their imposing presence and creates a feeling of awe.
It was time to wake up the others, so Aion used his magic flute again. If the conditions weren't different, he also would buff them with his songs… but Aion didn't have time to analyze any more classes.
"I don't think that I am ready, but I don't have any more time to waste," Aion thought while he was waking up everyone. "I will get ready as I go…"
That seemed reckless, but Aion can afford to be cautious once he recovers everyone in one way or the other. He sure wished that he would find everyone alright… because he didn't know what he would do or feel if that weren't the case. The enemy now fooled everyone and is trying to use his parents and his friends to get to him… no one has done that until now. The last person who just threatened his mother didn't have a peaceful end, and now that he was older and a lot more violent, it was impossible to tell what would happen.
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