Each one of the Monarchs stood before the Silver Saint staring him down with contempt.
"SO THAT'S THE BLADE, THE LOX SIGNATURE IS SO MAGNIFICENTLY CRAFTED FOR THE SOLE INTENTION OF KILLING DRAGONS!" Said the Monarch with bandages around her chest. She had tools and bags hanging around her waist with a bandana on her head. Her abs and muscles were completely visible and were even bigger than most of the male Monarchs. (Monarch of the Forge)
"He is pretty cute without those glaring eyes."
The Monarch of Nature zoomed in on his face with her fingers and covered his eyes to just look at him. (Monarch of Nature)
Isadora stood quietly amongst the Monarchs trying to stand the furthest away from the Silver Saint. She constantly threw glances at Wolte who stood close by. (Monarch of Time)
A Monarch went up to Isadora and started to tease her about trying to sneak away during the mission. (Monarch of Transformation)
"Cmon Isa… what are you doing all the way back here.. come take a better look at the so-called Saint of Silver…" They tried to push her closer but Wolte quickly stepped in and punched their head.
Two of the Monarchs didn't even bother to look and had their eyes closed the entire time. The Monarch of Blades who bore a red checkered kimono and a katana and the Monarch of Lethargy who had two massive shields attached to each of their forearms.
(Monarch of Blades and Lethargy)
A monarch similar to the Monarch of Blades stood beside him, sporting a gentle, yet cute smile. She was elegantly dressed as a performer and was adorned in jewellery.
She waved at all the other Dragons who were watching from above and all of the soldiers were smitten with love.
(Monarch of Hymn)
The leader of the main Army, Frost monarch Nale stood with his arms crossed facing the Silver Saint.
Before anyone could do anything he threw his coat off and told the other Monarchs not to interfere. That this was an obligation he had to do.
Nale snapped his fingers and a barrier of ice surrounded them with the Silver Saint.
"Now you can go all out without hurting those fragile little humans."
"Damn, you. You filthy dragons. Tainting this very ground you were banished from."
The Silver Saint stood up and readied himself to fight the Monarch of Frost. The other Monarchs watched on in awe as the two of them fought brutally against each other. None had the advantage over the other, each one of their abilities cancelling out the others.
"It really looks like the General is struggling," Hymn worriedly said.
Blade opened his eyes and said it was the same for the Silver Saint. If either one of them lands an ability on the other it would conclude the fight. The Silver Saint is just a human and his fragile human body wouldn't be able to withstand an attack from the Frost Monarch but at the same time, if Nale is hit with silver, his movements would be severely limited and it would lead to him being quickly defeated. The silver freezing loxes are quite the kryptonite against dragons.
Both of them were breathing heavily as they stood there facing each other. One felt respect for their opponent, another felt only rage and hatred.
But then the Frost Monarch stopped and turned his back to the Silver Saint. The ice barrier crumbled and the sound of shards smashing into the ground echoed throughout the city.
"We will finish this one day. The King has returned."
All the Monarchs went onto one knee in front of King Uryo. His body had completely regenerated and the Aeon of Guilt was growing out of his chest cavity.
The Silver Saint not willing to let the Dragons go threw a silver bomb towards them just for it to be grabbed by the Monarch of Forge. She took it and put it inside her mouth before swallowing it.
The Monarch of Blades, Frost, Transformation, and Lethargy slammed down onto the Silver Saint.
"Protraste yourself, you are in the presence of the King."
"My oh my…" Hymn covered her mouth looking at the scene in front of her. But accidentally falling over trying to sneak a better look.
King Uryo shockingly said they would return to the Isles of Guilt and ordered them to withdraw their armies. None of the Monarchs questioned his orders and continued bowing.
The Silver Saint struggled to break free but as the hands of the Monarchs started to turn into silver he managed to break free.
All the Dragons were in killing range, he would release his ultimate technique and kill them all… his silver sword started to glow as he charged towards the Aeon of Guilt.
"Breathing technique, second form. Imitation of light."
The Monarch of Blade without anyone being able to even catch his movements had bifurcated the Silver Saint's blade and cut off both his arms.
He sheathed his katana and went back to bowing to Guilt.
"We no longer will seek for our Queen, for I know where she is. And there is only one enemy standing in our way."
The Aeon of Guilt turned and started to head back to the Isles.
"No… come back you filthy Dragons…"
The monarchs started to return back to their armies but Isadora and Wolte remained there.
Isadora looked around the capital and saw how much was destroyed for no reason at all. They didn't even achieve anything from this only the deaths of thousands. Isadora shook her head and threw a wary glance towards the Silver Saint who was brimming with hatred but wasn't able to move.
She finally understood why someone could hate Dragons so much. Why would the Silver Saint go to such lengths to develop a technique solely for the destruction of Dragons? All the destruction they brought, all the pain, suffering caused by her people. The Silver Saint was right. Even if they are following orders, they are truly evil.
Wolte scooped Isadora into his arms and soared across the sky. Now the only thing remaining in the capital was a beaten and broken Silver Saint filled with even more hatred for what the Dragons were able to do right in front of him.
He had failed yet again to protect people from the Dragons. He had to get stronger no matter what for the sake of humanity.