The General's Escape
Hiding behind his shield, he watched as the final draw of his crossbow sunk into the Rune Dragon. It fell, sliding down into Mount Firewake's volcanic core. As the silent victory spoke for him, he still felt weakened by the wounds and the world he'd only just escaped.
As he watched the Dragon fall, the rift began to shake. The screech of Kruluk filled Kesthi. The Dragons became unorganized, and fell over in fear. They looked towards the rift, and they no longer seemed menacing, but only afraid. The General crept past them, holding his stomach still wounded from the fall.
The portal to Gielinor seemed so close. The screams persisted, however. The flying of the dragons began. They swarmed into the air, and molten fire began to rain down on Kesthi. They were amongst their own element, and they were afraid. Darius held his shield high, having the ancient metal absorb the blasts.
Many swarmed down into the pit, dragging up the victim of the General's actions. They tore at the dead Dragon as if he was never one of their own. One Dragon fell to the floor, and saw the General defending himself. The beast drew its hot breath, and roared out. Darius saw as the fire blasted towards him. He was placing his shield in defence, but the fire was quicker. The Dragon's breath impacted against the General, pushing him through the world gate.
He fell, in front of the gates of Arandar. Darius held himself in agonized pain, as though the shield diverted the impact, he had suffered some of the blast. His vision fading, he reached for an elixir of health brewed from the Black Knight's Fortress. Shakily, he opened the vial. He desperately poured it on the burns, still embered from the Dragon's Breath. He screamed out in pain as the elixir worked, but he could not tolerate the pain. His vision turning dark, he collapsed in front of the World Gate.
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