215 dead children littered the cavern. Their flesh torn from their bodies, their little bones lay shattered and scarred from the savage tearing and eating of the beasts. Obitus was powerful. And once again he felt like a God. His hordes were awaiting their next command. Since the attack on the village of Shalaléé they had taken 4 more villages. Devouring anything un-pure. Yet taking the souls of the purest. Obitus now had regained 85% of his powers. And his creatures and soldiers were strong and powerful. Muscles had grown and their agility had been improved. They were true warriors.
Obitus: "My brothers. We are about to embark on a battle that could leave us decaying in hell. Leave our souls been tortured by the creatures we had killed in the past. But, we could also embark on a journey that makes us powerful. Makes us the new rulers of this land and makes the Gods our petty slaves..."
He addressed his troops from a high rock that over looked the entire cave.
Obitus: "The Gods i sense are planning something...they want us to back down and they are planning something that will make our entire race crumble. They forget that if the Dragons that are left now die...the Gods will die to. Everything that believes in us is the means for our life. You brought me here by believing and i shall not forget that. You shall be rewarded...with the blood of a pure blood!"
He floated down from the rock and hovered over the Reptilians heads. They looked up at him smiling and grinning. Sometimes bowing their heads as he floated past. All 250 of them looked hungry. They wanted war and they wanted flesh. Obitus smiled and then said:
"When time compress' you shall then be able to Evolve. Time shall compress and your evolution process shall speed up. Turning you into a pure bred Dragon Warrior. But i need the power to be able to create the fold in time....are you willing to help me get this? Are you willing to sacrifice your lives for a better furture? Tell me...are YOU!?
The creatures barked and screeched loudly, leaping in the air and throwing the skulls of children high. Their answer was a blatent yes...
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