The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 49: A Sister’s Pyre

Chapter 49: A Sister’s Pyre

A crack in the air tore like seedlings of chaos, part of Adrei’s scaled arm drawn in to meet a million slices, bloods tainting her golden scales. Yet the scales retaliated as they breathed fire, a mere crack ’burnt’ to nothingness as Adrei’s flame swung, the void scattered in the air as if never a sully to nature itself.

Coriel’s eyes blinked, then blinked again, before her stuttering steps dashed for east, her knees creaking like rusted metals. Adrei followed with a dash, neons of gold and white surged and arced, mapping soils that failed to register even footprints. Adrei sighed as with a leap, her arm stretched to catch her sister’s arm, before a scaled fist once again rushed, the reddened cheek edited with a further red that fractured the bone. Roots sprawled out beneath as Adrei’s waist was held up in the air, before the Queen’s flamed arm burned the daring roots as Coriel jumped back with a newly tinted bruise, the Queen’s arm slapped the ground as she curled her waist before standing, unyielding gazes burrowing into the quivering emeralds like a tiger to a rabbit.

Speed won’t do, Coriel remarked, as her arms stretched, a compass for the thickened roots to dash. A flood of greens overwhelmed even the Queen’s vision, as she swung her flame, the roots melting again to reveal a clearing. Adrei narrowed her eyes as they darted rightwards, Coriel with a palm quivering of an earthly explosion now at hair’s distance, until it was slapped away, before the Queen’s heel raised and dug into Coriel’s stomach, sending her flying again.

Coriel the pitball grew tired of the trip as she hurled white orchids towards her Queen, gliding through paths the petals illuminated before they were once again slapped away, an annoyed groan from the Queen for her repeated gestures. Coriel landed with steady steps as she dashed rightwards, orchids hurling to distract the Queen’s palms, as mana surged to her other arm, now pulsing living leylines, each stroke containing a cataclysm.

<Disenchant, bind, mellow>

The leylined arm slammed into the ground, as floods of wetted muds rushed like moving walls. Adrei glanced before she swung her flame like usual, her eyes widening a little, however, as the whip of flame sputtered and submerged into the mud’s embrace, the very structure of her flames dissected. Yet unwavering, she merely dashed, her mantle of ash flickering a deeper crimson as her shoulder collided against the mud wall, emerging with her robes untainted by any but her own embers.

Yet her eyes blinked as she met not her sister, but a rock giant with stumps as legs and leaves for a head, as its rocky arms collided into Adrei, a sheer show of force...only to meet a palm with a shockwave. Force, what a laughable charade for the Dragon Queen, as her fingers merely tightened and squeezed the arms into crumbling, no strains or spectacle in her scaled bone as she walked around the nature’s giant before hurling a fireball behind, an uncaring gesture of disrespect with a mere sound of boiled boom and dusts crumbling, a blackened funeral site that welcomed no visitors from the royals.

"Haha..."

This is ridiculous. Coriel uttered a curse in her mind for the first time in this decade. Her knees threatened to buckle as she faced the unstoppable force, except she is far from an unmovable object, her will to ’test’ her strength chipping away from the Queen’s dismissive claws, but a lingering doubt, one that whispered ’just a little further’, scathed away her urge to escape, the curiosity flaring again. How much more...before she herself breaks before her sister? The frozen time is surgical table, and she had no tools for dissection, no instruments of perfecting precisions, no materials of convinient taboos, but the genius scientist dared to loan out her vessal as numbered datas, for a paradox that yielded no results but satisfying her itching curiosity.

<Vines, Coil, Teeth>

A planted monstrosity spawned, a tange of vines, lush and emeralds, thorned tendrils blossoming as flower bloomed, teeths cackling to unfurl glimmering ivories, hungers apparent in the roars that followed. Coriel heaved a deep breath, before she reached into her pocket, grasping out a vial of blackened red, each bubbling liquid spoke of a malice etched by translations of near-hundreds dead vampires, as Adrei’s eyes narrowed in disgust, her ash mantle blaring to mirror her rage.

A sample from Adil’s twisted experiment in the basement, one she travelled far and wide to extract for. And now is a perfect time to illustrate sketches for another experiment. Coriel plucked open the tip of the vial, her hand stretching out to the vined monster, before drippling a drop onto its rooted tendrils.

The drop wasn’t meant for the plant, yet it tugged softly the monster’s body with a splatter, as the plant shrieked that vibrated its teeth, the tendrils flinging wildly as the blackened red now seeped into its vein, coursing, tearing, ripping, scattering, before putting its shattered pieces back together as one. Coriel’s lipscurved a tranquil crescent, the plant’s screams fading into a choked silence as the creeping red stain spilled across the vines, the blackened flower now pulsed a purposed silence, the predotory glint now reformed as indifference, as its teeth stared into the dragon like jagged, rugged puppet without strings.

The stained tendrils rushed for Adrei, as she swung her flame, yet the embers impacted and scattered into dusts without a trace. The sharpened blackness reached her stomach as it pierced through....nothing but hardened scale. Ah, it did tattered a hole on Adrei’s robe, annoying the Queen further as her irriatation spiraled into a wraith that would consume the Earth itself, the tabooed uselessness an utter humiliation to the pride of the Dragon’s kind. And so, she no longer spared mercy or playtime. The teeths now clattering with steady clicks approached for her, as Adrei muttered a chant that would shake the foundation of existence, redefining ’fire’ in its identity.

<Clusters, spread, encircle>

As the teeth engulfed the dragon’s figure, Coriel watched with wonders as tints of embers floated in the air, each cackled a coming of an amagaden, then they enlarged, the fires made no rooms for the plant as in a flash it was burnt to a crisp, an apathetic smolders as it was erased into carbons and cinders. The scientist widened her eyes as the <Time Watch> on her waist quivered a violent flinching, the very fabric of time inviting flames to be awaken in its forced slumber. An inescapable dread even Coriel could not register in her victim came to the scientist herself, the profound infernal quaked beyond the plants, beyond the gardens, beyond the world itself, as a loud crack of her <Time Watch> echoed in her ears, before the frozen time moved once again.

Petals floating in bliss of fall, before they were tragically engulfed in a smoldering embrace, flowers on the path now charred as it crossed to meet Coriel who sprang up roots in a desperate defiance, before the flames unzipped into the barks, indifferent to the struggle of a mere Dragon Elder.

A perfect ring of fire now coated the ashen garden into an execution ground, as the executor herself treaded lightly, the charred figure afar puffing out smokes. The whiteness of Coriel’s hair now a tainted tar, her emerald eyes no longer have the strengths to smile, but only strengths to quiver in a wonderous despair. Curiosity and Dread...a mix that the scientist herself found more miraculous than any potions of wonder, as she kneeled and stared at awe to the Queen, who now stopped and stared down at the blackened pestilence that was once her kin, a subject that dares no bows now kneeled in charred skins.

"He...hehe...hahahahaha...."

She was completely, utterly outmatched. Regrets, fears, sorrows, but also allures for discovery, amazement, admiration clouded her sanity. The scientist couldn’t help but view herself in a dissecting table, each and every stroke from her Queen defying expectations after expectations, as it sculpted her preception of reality and possibilities from inside out.

The crazed scientist broke inside, yet she found only new courage, new path to follow, new opportunties to strike, for within dreads come not dumb-foundness, but hints for a further, unboring future, results that she could not ever predict in her drafts. She clutched her charred robe, a slight edge of micro-fibre twitching in her heart, an implant that defiled the body of a dragon. As the implant gourged itself into her heart and cackled her mind with concepts to bend space. She whispered to Adrei, a hoping for a remembrance for her sister’s cold embrace.

"Till we meet again at the promised eden, Sister."

No more last words, no more final gasps, like the silent deaths that faded her families to dust, as a scientist’s frame merely...disappeared, no crack in the air or a void that connected between space, she merely disappeared.

The Queen sighed, her lingering gaze stinging as she stared at the clearings that her sister kneeled on. Her gaze then glanced at the clear sky that Coriel used to stare upon, ashes of hidden grief clouding the eyes as the smoke painted a newfound sorrow. The era of Sky Dragons...reduced to a past only the sky may remember, the clouds drifting as the history’s clock turned for humanity, a bygone era forever undone by a Queen cladded in dazzling brutality.

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