The kingdom was a sea of towering smoke, arrows from archers and ballistas rained in an arc toward the swarm of black wyverns—releasing magenta-colored fireballs back. Garrick looked away, his eyes squeezed shut. A sharp exhale escaped Thorne, the hairs of his beard threatened to escape his face. And for a millisecond, a plethora of emotion painted the maid's face—despair, fury, and melancholy, all seen by the one with max perception.
Haaah. Their broken hearts are making me heartbroken. He let out a shaky breath.
"Alright—" His voice cracked, interjecting him. "Ahem. Alright, now we know the source of our grief."
He squinted at the nearest wyvern from the many hundreds—the parasite twisting and bending.
"I see it—right between the eyes, and above the head." His gaze shifted from the nearing wyvern to the three.
"You know what to do, swing above their eyes to reveal them, then dislodge the parasite—returning them to normal."
They all heard him but they didn't react.
Right. Time to do this.
He unsteadily stood up as the dragon neared the kingdom and swarm of wyverns.
"Good luck!"
He tapped into his super-speed—everything moved as if moving through a viscous slime—then skipped from the wing to the parasite-controlled wyvern.
"Okay, you."
Untapping, he unsheathed his obsidian sword and split the parasite in twain. "Now, get the fuck…" He pulled at the parasite "OUTTA THERE!" It detached easily from its head.
SCREEE!
The wyvern screeched—body jerking, flailing in pain—and lost altitude.
"Gotta move!" He tapped into his super-speed again and leapt from the freed wyvern to another parasite-controlled one flying nearby.
He looked to his right in his super-speed state, seeing the instructors doing as instructed.
In slow motion, the parasite flew above Thorne, Garrick sliced the parasite into multiple pieces and Ms. Maid was in the process of pulling the parasite out.
A smile crossed his face. "That's good."
He turned back to the parasite. "Let's do this!"
The same process of slicing, pulling, and jumping onto the next. The same thing, over and over again. Sweat droplets fell on the wyvern's slimy black skin, raspy breath escaped his mouth and his body trembled. He looked around him while in super-speed.
"They're just… too many… Endless..." He gulped down the lump in his throat. "But I… have to keep going… as much as possible…"
Kept going he did. He kept going and going, on and on—until.
"Ah!"
The pain rejected his arm as it was raised to slice another.
"Sh-shut up…! I've… keep going…"
He raised it again, ignoring the screams of his limbs, begging him to stop.
"RAAAA!!!"
WHOOSH! SQUELCH!
He sliced the parasite.
But the momentum kept him moving forward.
Forward and off the wyvern.
WHOOOOOOOOSH!
Wind rushed past above him as he fell headfirst, his sword falling beside him.
Damn it, I was too tir—
CRACK!
He hit the triangular roof of a building, spiderweb cracks and crater visible as he continued sliding off.
THUD! CLANK!
He finally hit the ground—cracking and cratering it—his sword fell beside him, the noise echoing off the alley walls.
The last thing he heard was the shrieks above him. And the last thing he saw was the familiar right turn of an alleyway—the very one where he'd first arrived in this world.
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