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“What do you mean most of the town was destroyed,” A middle-aged man asked the person kowtowing before him.

“A huge hole was found in it, my Lord. A large portion of the towns people are dead. The ones who survived are on deaths door.” The individual explained without a moment of silence, respect and solemness radiating in his voice.

Silence reigned In the throne room of sorts. The middle aged man on the black metal throne talking.

“What about my son, Nigel,” The man asked, his tone incredibly cold.

The still kowtowing individual trembled at those words. Although he was a tier 3 expert, his power was nothing compared to his Lord who stood above the lower stage of tier 4.

“Young master Nigel was found badly Injured, but he survived,” The man promptly replied.

A relived sigh escaped the middle aged man’s mouth, another set of words leaving them afterwards.

“What about his men?,” he asked.

“Almost all of them survived due to the items you rewarded them my Lord,” The young man replied.

“So that means few still died,” The middle aged man said with a dark expression.

The young guard nodded his head solemnly. “According to them the attack had been too quick,” the young man added.

“I see,” The middle aged man commented suddenly standing up from his throne of sorts.

The young guard immediately looked up, “Where to, my Lord,” He asked respectfully.

“I desire to see the results of this attack myself,” The middle aged man said walking towards the exit. 𝙚𝙙𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙚𝙡.𝙤𝙧𝒈

“But the distance is far my Lord. It took young master Nigel and his men almost two months to get there,” the young man respectfully complained while follow his Lord.

“They travelled on land, and killed beasts along the way. I plan to take Herx,” The middle aged man replied without stopping to glance at his house servant.

The young man widened his eyes at those words, his mouth immediately shutting, while he limited himself to follow the head of the Deligon noble family.

The large door leading outside the room opened on its own, both men walking through it.

A hall entered their sights at that point, but neither stoped to admire the beautiful tapestries, paintings and items that filled the hallway.

They both walked down the brightly lit hallway, a few words escaping the middle aged man’s mouth.

“How have the royals reacted to this sudden event?,” The man said walking up a flight of stairs that had Inscriptions running along their material.

“Their representatives teleported to the scene with around fifty individuals to help in the rescue,” The young guard replied.

“Oh…?,” The middle aged man remarked, coming to a quick halt and faced his servant who equally halted his steps.

“They teleported?,” The middle-aged man said.

“Yes they did, my Lord,” The guard responded.

“They must take it seriously to utilize such an expensive mode of transportation,” The middle-aged man said resuming his walk.

“Or did they have something valuable present there?,” The man wondered out loud.

“According to what I heard, there was a prisoner present in count Pedro’s mansion. But who he was and where he came from wasn’t mentioned,” The guard explained.

“What about the count. How is he?,” The middle aged man asked stopping in front of a large metal door, his palm going on to touch its surface, orange-red lines lighting up on the door, the sound of the metallic door opening, spreading in the air.

“He survived, though barely,” The guard replied, shielding his face for what was about to happen.

Immediately the door opened, a powerful gust of wind exploded outwards, the young guard being sent flying, a mouthful of blood escaping his throat.

The middle aged man on the other hand simply walked in, his body not being affected by the shockwaves of the fight ongoing the large room.

“You can return to your quarters, and try not to say too much,” The middle aged man said walking into the room, the large door closing behind him.

The young guard immediately bowed and left.

Immediately the door closed behind the middle-aged man, his eyes landed on two figures, one a woman, the other a large winged beast grey in colour that closely resembled a dragon!.

During that short moment of Inspecting the room, five different shockwaves slammed his body, but it didn’t bother him. Seeing as the two figures hadn’t noticed him, he decided to watch their fight a bit.

Dodging the torrents of claws, the young-looking woman jumped backwards, a powerful gale, the shape of a hammer slamming the wyvern, but the attack barely fazed it.

Opening its teethed mouth, a jet of orange flames burst out from its insides, the whole room rising in temperature instantly.

The lady saw this attack and snorted. Retrieving her sword from her dimensional-ring, she waved it at the ball of flames, mulitiple times bigger than a man.

Her sword struck the ball of flames, and it instantly dispersed. Immediately she was done with that, her powerful figure shot forward.

Instantly landing the wyverns head, she struck it with a powerful punch.

The ground directly shattered for hundreds of meters, dust rising into the air due to the powerful force.

Ignoring the cry of pain the wyvern released, she punched it again, this time sending its large body across the room.

Grabbing her formerly floating swords she pointed at the wyvern, taunting it.

The wyvern straightened its position after regaining it’s bearing, shaking itself free of the rubbles on it’s body, it prepared to move again.

Stretching its wings that spanned for over thirty meters, the wyvern flapped them. A powerful gust of wind lifting its large body up.

Leaving itself at a height of around fourty meters from the floor, the wyvern started.

Red flames began to exit its body, an armour made of incredibly hot flames appearing on its draconic figure, but it wasn’t done.

Around its already flaming body, smaller sized wyverns made purely from flames flickered into existence, their numbers towering over twenty, the whole room getting illuminated by the orange radiance the flames emitted.

The young lady immediately turned serious at that show of power.

A magic circle flickered beneath her body, her tier 4 aura intensifying.

Then suddenly a powerful roar resounded behind her figure. Two large golems made from highly condensed air both in the fourth tier, appearing behind her, but she didn’t stop there. Against the attacks prepared by the wyvern two golems weren’t nearly enough.

A completely green magical circle expanded beneath her golems, their numbers suddenly multiplying, as she spent a large significant portion of her Mana reserves to make them number up to thirty.

Thirty golems with tier 4 power!

At this point the air in the room had gotten incredibly heavy. Long cracks spreading in the rooms structure, both existences who had power in tier 4, getting ready to attack.

Just as they were about to move, the middle aged man voiced out a complaint.

“Are you two going to demolish this place again,” The man said rubbing his temples, a helpless expression evident on his blemishless face.

No sooner than his voice spread, did the two cancel out their attacks, bother dashing towards the man.

“Ah…Father I didn’t know you were there,” The young lady said floating around the man.

The wyvern instead coiled its head around the man who pat it gently, then his aura suddenly turned cold.

“How many times have i told you two, to desist from sparring indoors. I cleared out a spot in the forest just for that,” The man said, sending chills down his audiences spines.

“Ah… about that,” The young woman said floating backwards, but suddenly froze when her father’s aura wrapped around her body.

“Yes about it?,” The man said staring at her straight in the eyes.

“We destroyed the environment there, w had to stop…..,” The lady said immediately activating her defense techniques.

But contrary to her expectations, no attacks came only the sigh of an almost old man.

“I hope you don’t kill me before my enemies do,” The middle aged man said retracting his aura.

The lady chuckled, “I definitely won’t,” She replied trying to float past her father, who replied by punching her across the room. But he didn’t use his full strength, since that would surely kill her.

Her figure slammed and dug the black wall of the training room, blood pouring out of her still smiling lips.

“Fa..ther….that hurt,” she grunted freeing herself of the hole, and drinking a potion.

Ignoring her wince of pain, the man glanced at his pet wyvern, who shrinked in fear.

Shaking his head in wonder, he floated onto its large head and sat on it.

“I’ll be back a few days from now,” The man said while the wyvern flapped its wings, happiness surging in its mind for not getting punished.

“Where to?,” The lady asked shielding her face from the gust of wind.

“Count Pedro’s region of control,” The man replied while the roof of the room opened.

“Is there anything wrong?,” The lady asked, worry evident on her face.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” The man replied with a smile.

“Who is going to spar with me then,” The lady suddenly complained, her blonde hair trying to get into her mouth.

“Go hunting or something. Just don’t kill any of my men. I won’t listen to your apologies this time, and I don’t care if it was an accident,” The man replied tapping Herx’s head, his lips whispering something to it, as yellow flames suddenly flickered on its wings, then it shot out of the roof.

The already badly damaged ground and walls trembling to no end, more cracks appearing on them.