|Sargathos the Dracolich (Dragon Lich or Draco Lich)|
And here they come! A great flock of harpies along with winged demons, imps and giant bats are flying in high speed towards the city! The enemies are fewer from the north and south because the griffin riders intercepted them. But they are still far too many, a great number of them spot Chris and attack! There’s no escape!
Avariel, I need your help right now, desperation invades Chris’ mind. But, I’ve heard that you were severely injured from your battle with Arachus, so you won’t be able to use your powers in a year or so. Guess I have to rely on my own power alone now.
Avariel’s telepathic answer comes almost instantly. That’s right, Chris. You’re Vadis’ Heir and the power you need is already inside you all along. Just use it. Unleash the divine power within you.
Cristophe’s aura grows stronger and stronger. The dark monsters fly closer, and...
Long range rayblasts shoot to all angles and directions, tearing the blue sky with slash-and-thrust hyper combo with great accuracy. The skill displays some sort of a Big Bang, the genesis of universe from one great planet that exploded and scattered, forming stars and planets.
The beginning of all creations came with an ultimate destruction, and that’s what happens to all who are strong and numerous enough to challenge the Heir of Vadis.
Chris and Acavela fly here and there, and many monsters fall in their passing.
CRRASSH! CRASH! CRAKKH! ‘SHAA!!’
Shrieks of severed monsters fill the air, though many are already dead before they can even shriek. The death count is – for curious minds – hundreds.
The beastly monsters’ instincts tell them at once to move away and attack the city instead, and Chris just steers his griffin steady in the air after finishing his move.
However, something tells him to... watch out!
A Dark Bolt comes very quickly and Chris blocks it with the Shield of Faith. PYAAARSCH! He feels a shiver on his hand and turns his griffin back, facing the opponent who shot him.
‘My, my, hiding your face behind your helmet this time, Your Majesty?’ comes a familiar voice from a familiar face, a fiendish foe, the Succubus Queen. ‘You know, how many times we stumbled upon each other already? This must be fate, no?’
‘I’d say it’s an ill match, and today I shall purge that illness,’ Chris answers.
‘Well, I’d love to, but you see, this time I brought along a friend who is itching to have a spar with you.’
The she-devil blows a strange whistle, and from the air behind her comes a creature that resembles a dragon with a man-like skeletal face. His body looks strange too, more like a skeletal centaur with skeletal dragon wings. Long thorns cover his body like a porcupine, and his blackened skin signifies a powerful, dark being. His four arms are swiping menacingly with long, beastly claws. One thing for sure, it’s really a huge monster created solely as a killing machine: a fusion of man, dragon and lich – mandracolich.
‘This is Sargathos, defiler of the pure, devourer of fleshes. He came all the way from the underworld with multitudes of his minions to help the Dark Overlord get rid of Vadis’ Heir.’
The mandracolich adds, ‘And now that I’ve found you, my primary target, I’ll gain my satisfaction by adding your head into my collection!’
Chris prefers fighting the she-devil than this overgrown necro-monster, because he knows the she-devil more, but the opponents don’t give him a choice.
‘Well, you two, enjoy your play!’ The Succubus Queen flies away in high speed. Cristophe tries to chase her, but the mandracolich blocks his way, saying,
‘I’m your opponent. Trying to run away, coward?’
‘Coward.’ Sargathos is going to eat that word as his opponent turns in a blitz and slashes rapidly to chop his head off – and misses! He taunts again, ‘You need much more than that to finish me off!’
To that, Chris only says, ‘That’s just a warm-up.’ And he zooms again to his foe.
The mandracolich’s skeletal arms are as tough as steel, blocking each and every blow Chris delivers without much effort. On the other hand, the Heir of Vadis moves extra-cautiously, observing this new foe he never had an info before.
From that first impact, he knows that he cannot hurt this mandracolich directly. He must first search for a weak point, a way to hit it and exploit it for his benefit. And then he realizes that the mandracolich is observing him as well, aiming for the same thing but with a different method.
‘Humph, this is far less than I expected. Vadis’ Heir is a cowardly weakling who knows nothing but hit-and-runs. I really should thank Vadis for choosing this idiot, so I’ll be his nemesis.’
Chris is about to ignore Sargathos’ taunts when suddenly a question pops up from his mouth.
‘I must say mandracolichs are fascinating, strong creatures. I’m just curious, are you one of a kind?’
‘I don’t know if there’s another like me in Eternia, but in the underworld, there are some of my kind and I am the strongest one.’
‘So, how come you became a mandracolich? Wasn’t that... hard to attain?’
‘Is that a trick question? Or, are you considering on becoming a mandracolich yourself?’
‘That depends on your answer.’
The duelists fall silent for a while, just exchanging blows. And then, the size-wise superior duelist stops his attacks and speaks. Chris listens and be on guard.