Chapter 449 - 11 Marks, 12 Quests.

King Michael repeated his demand with a holler, "Don't shoot!" Waving at Mogranius to fly back.

With everyone called back, the King personally flew towards the large snake... with features ringing a bell he became intrigued.

What convinced him that he made a great decision, is the Snake's behaviour itself. The large being stopped 100 feet away from the Kingdom, laying flat and unwilling to cause any trouble.

There, the Snake proved itself non hostile although not harmless. If it decides to attack, it can easily swallow a few people whole before getting killed. Considering its size, endurance would work to the reptile's favour.

Landing around 20 feet near the Snake, the King could notice it curl into a circle and poke its large head up. The King murmured to himself, trying to not startle the Snake. "Yes, that's definitely a Titanoboa! I never thought I'd see another one."

Commander Alia can probably tame this one, but putting her in such danger is nothing but a bad idea. 

Although the King himself has a horrible history with animal taming, mostly failing. He wants to try it out, so he approaches mouthing a soft tone. "Hello Mister Titanoboa, I'm not your enemy. I won't hurt you."

The Titanoboa raised its head a foot further, hissed as it stuck its foot long tongue out! 

At a glance, not understanding the Reptile hissed especially since the King took no step forward. An idea bashed in Michael's head, so he corrected himself with a soft. Whisper. "Misses Titanoboa?"

Lending his attention to the strange Human in front of her, she lowered her head down and mostly hid it behind her body.

Feeling certain, the King muttered. "Yes, it's a lady."

Taking a step forward, actually having the guts and curiosity to form touching the Titanoboa as a plan. His heart went to his sock when the Titanoboa raised its head up again, even leaning forward and gave out a loud hiss!

Whispering, the King stated. "I would be surprised if one animal liked me."

Eric along with Mogranius flew down a few feet near King Michael, a bit c.o.c.ky over their own capabilities. Thinking, "If this thing attacks, we can shoot it down."

Noticing new presence, the Titanoboa stuck her head out again but this time didn't hiss, curious mostly instead. 

Spotting the shortest boy, the Titanoboa exposed more of her spine, allowing a Dagger to shine. Dug in her flesh, probably wouldn't hurt a Titanoboa that much considering the natural endurance.

Gasping, Eric shrieked. "It's hurt."

King Michael corrected, for the sake of safety. "It's a she."

Taking light foot steps forward, King Michael has been left speechless. Although trying to sneak, the young Electus isn't so successful with that. The large reptile noticing each of his step.

That's why the King is in shock, the Titanoboa isn't attacking regardless. Concerned, Michael hummed. "Eric, are you sure this is the best idea?"

The Titanoboa moved her head closer to where the Dagger is bashed near her spine, glancing at the young boy utter the name. "Betzy?"

"That's Betzy?" Mogranius spoke to himself, not fearing to take a step forward and approach the beast.

"It's okay Betzy." Eric tried to comfort, but now being close enough he noticed three rolled up Parchments attached to the Dagger.

Grabbing the handle, rubbing her slithery skin to provide comfort. Eric slowly pulled the Dagger out, and a bit of blood puked out of the wound.

But to Betzy here, it made barely any difference. She didn't move and just kept glancing at the young Electus.

Wanting to heal her little would but unsure how to do it, Eric waved his hand towards the wound and a dim green light hovered across the air before meeting skin, forcing the wound to seal with a layer of dried blood.

With the deed done, Betzy unwinded from it's circle like form, reaching her head towards the cold snow behind her and slithering away from the scene.

King Michael joined the two Fire Controllers and cited. "Why didn't you convince her to stay? I want to study her."

Knowing where Betzy came from, Mogranius lightly tapped the King over the shoulder a couple of times and intoned. "You don't want to do that, her owner would have all of our heads."

Pointing out the obvious, Eric digressed. "I think these are letters from that Demon lady, what else would Betzy be doing out here with a Dagger in her flesh?"

Opening one of the Parchments, Eric could see a lot of long paragraphs exposing its contents. This seems to be the one, as the other two parchments just hold a map of [Continent] Ignis and names of some clothing.

Literate, Eric began to enumerated the letter's claims out loud as the rolled Parchment bounced down nearly to his knees.

"I am your friend, I'm that Demon that tipped you off last winter. Eric, I've watched your progress and work against the Demons but I wish to point out that everything you and your friends are doing is firmly pointless.

The Demons you are dealing against are infinite in number, what you call the Clawed Demons are so common in my former Realm that it would take three of your worlds to kill them all, you can't afford it and you will be overwhelmed and loose everything you fight for if you keep going at this direction.

If this Realm is to withstand the Demonic invasion, you need to destroy the Portals. That way, your allies will at least have a chance to breathe as I feel certain that my former Realm has limited capabilities when generating Portals.

Of course, closing them is easier said than done. The only known way to close a Portal between our two realms, is to bash Dark Fireballs through them.

Although difficult to explain how it works, somehow it ruptures the Portal's momentum, forcing it to dismantle. 

You can't generate Black Fire even as an Electus, your friends can't either. It's so complex, it requires so much power that a new Level of Fire Blasting has to be dedicated to it.

One of the first ever Fire Controllers, who has lived an estimated 10,000 years before the first Era, when the Ice Age swallowed all of Ignis instead of just a part, only she is known to ever Generate Black Fire.

She was no Electus, but a holy Prodigy instead. Kashantis! That's her name yes, I remember now.

Living over 16,000 years ago, that lady prodigy is long dead of course but the Relics she left behind may help you attain enough Fire Blasting Powers to generate Black Fire and slowly but surely undo all that effort my Realm is putting in.

In that Map attached to the Dagger you will see every location that holds the 10 Relics, Enchanted Clothing and Accessories you will need to super boost your powers.

Apart from those 10 Relics, you also need to find a Scripture. An Ancient Parchment, enchanted to never fade with time, indestructible.

It was written by Kashantis herself but of course she hid it so only the most dedicated can attain everything she had.

That Scripture will help you unlock the Secrets of Black Fire. Without it, all the work you will put in will go to waste.

Apart from attaining those 11 Relics, you will have to become a Grand Master of Fire Controlling before attempting the Black Fire power move. You need all power to your advantage, you can't do anything as a Level 4 little Ignite.

Attaining the 10 Relics one by one will help you progress faster, after all they are entirely enchanted. Do what you have to do, write down Master and Grand Master training sessions for the road if you have to but you need to become a Grand Master as you seek the Relics.

If curiosity beats you, the third Parchment attached to the Dagger explains what each Relic will enhance.

Young Electus, I wish you good luck. No stress, but you are the only living being with the slightest capabilities to protect your Realm."

This Parchment is far too much to comprehend, this just opened up a new bigger destiny. The ill.u.s.tratian Alliance looks like a zit in comparison, this is about slowing down a whole Realm's attack!

Eric coughed, rolled the Parchment back up and weighed in. "Wow... just wow, we finally have a fighting chance."

Considering his own people before anyone else, King Michael debated. "But you can't leave Gaster Kingdom, our Arsenal would be terribly weak."

Mogranius chipped in, clamouring. "Didn't you hear him read? If we keep this up, soon enough there won't be an Arsenal to consider."

Still willing to put up a debate, King Michael contradicts. "Are you sure we can trust that Lady Demon? I mean, 16,000 year old Relics. It sounds a bit... well. Fiction, maybe this is a rouse?"

Determined to accept this Destiny, Eric beckoned. "She has absolutely no benefit if the Demons succeed! She literally lives in Ignis and can't leave either, so if her home breaks down into nothingness then she won't benefit."