While I stirred awake I heard Sylvia's voice once again. "
As she finished her sentence I felt as through a jolt of energy went through my body, as I sat up from the ground I was laying on, dozens of foreign sensations hitting my mind from the way my body felt and moved, down to my, at the very least six, senses. Every sensation was amplified to its limit, and it took a good thirty minutes or so of just staying still and tuning down my senses to stop being overwhelmed.
Oh right, Drakania is—or rather I am—the daughter of the dragon Markthanan, and she also happened to have devoured the heart of Erethea—the witch of erasure. That probably explains the extra senses, likely the ability to see magical energies is included there alongside whatever other things dragons can detect, I think I could adjust my sight back into seeing beyond the regular human spectrum to which I toned it down for now, it will just take some getting used to.
I stood up fully, taking my eyes off the night sky and looking around at my surroundings. I was on top of a distant cliff from where I could see an encampment 'Likely mercenaries, Sylvia mentioned the right place and time, so would this be Gambino's group or is it the Band of the Hawk?' I pondered.
'Knowing Sylvia, and her knowing what I wished to do to this world's fate, she probably sent me at the point where i can either either prevent Guts from being raped by Donovan or help him escape the mercenaries after he kills Gambino.'
I focused on my sight again, slowly bringing it up toward the limit at which it was when I first awoke, then scanned through every detail of the camp.
'I didn't think I'd say this but thank god Donovan still lives. Then I must assume this might the night in which he violates Guts... Like hell I'd allow that. The moment he tries a thing I'm turning him into a kebab.'
I turn my gaze to the zweihander impaled on a rock near me: Drakania's succession weapon, the Sovereign Slayer, in its default appearance. The moment my hand touched the blade it transformed into the appearance I had given my Slayer in-game, which I had tried to make as similar as possible to the Shuhadaku of Uriel from Honkai Impact 3rd, though it resembled the original far mor than what I had been able to achieve within the limits of in-game customization.
"As expected of you, Silvia... Thank you." I muttered, well aware that she was likely watching right now. After admiring my weapon for a few moments I decided it was time to talk to it. "Hello, old partner." I called out to him, as the air rippled around a space from where a pitch black humanoid being covered with a tattered grey cloak, with a mask formed from stone fragments covered in complex engravings on its face appeared.
"Kekeke... It seems we start a new journey together, friend. I can feel the malice of this land bubbling up, so much evil scattered about, devouring the minds of the weak willed. Once I feast on it you won't stand a chance against me." He declared.
"Yeah, yeah. It's good to see you too, for real this time." I responded as he faded away with the same spatial disturbances he used to appear.
'I'll need to familiarize myself with magic soon. Drakania in the game only really fights using her draconic powers but that's on a game's limitations for balancing and simplicity purposes. I know I possess a lot of magical potential from both being a dragon AND from Erethea's heart.'
After a few hours meditating while repeatedly paying attention to the movement within the camp it was finally nighttime. As I noticed something, I spread my wings for the first time, dashing toward the camp from high up in the air before dropping to the ground inside the camp, away from the lookouts' gazes.
I quickly headed towards one particular tent and dashed inside, holding my Shard against the throat of a particularily disgusting bald man, Donovan, stopping him barely in time before he could begin raping young Guts. "A single movement or sound I don't like and you're dead, you bastard, you got that?" I threatened him, to which he just nodded.
"Now, step away from the boy." He complied as I summoned the black spirit again to keep Donovan from doing anything stupid like running away or shouting while I helped Guts calm down and waited as he put on his clothes and calmed himself a bit.
"Boy, what is your name?" I asked guts, well aware of what his name was.
"I'm... my name is Guts. But I don't seem to recall anyone like you among the mercenaries I work with." He responded, suspicion in his gaze and voice. 'He must think I'm either a thief or assassin, honestly that's what I'd think too in his position.'
"I am Regula. The reason you don't recognize me is, of course, because I don't belong to this band of mercenaries you live with." I said "I was training in the cliffs nearby when I sensed a commotion from one of the tents down here, so I decided to intrude."
"What!?" Guts exclaimed incredulously "How could you have possibly seen or heard anything happening all the way from the cliffs! That's got to be at least a few hundred meters away! Hearing is out of the question, and you clearly aren't carrying a spyglass to see that far."
"Yeah I know, it's all because of this." I said, before allowing the draconic magic in my body to transform my eyes, strengthening their golden color and turning the pupil into a slit, some scales beginning to grow around my eyes. "I, am not quite human. My father was a Dragon." I said, much to his shock.
"But we're getting off topic here." I interrupted before he could continue asking questions "That man, I assume you realize what he was about to do to you?" I asked, to which Guts nodded, feeling disgust toward the man. "What is his name?" I asked, to which he responded just a word "Donovan."
We both turned our attention back toward him, Guts just now acknowledging the presense of the Black Spirit. "That creature? A demon?" He asked.
"Not quite, he's just my dear old friend the black spirit." I answered, before asking Donovan the most important question now. "Now, Donovan, why did you think it would be okay to attempt to violate a young boy, clearly no older than twelve?"
"Fuck you bitch, you don't get to order me around." he said, attempting to stand back up before I kicked him in the stomach hard enough for him to start puking on the ground.
"Now, let's try again. Why did you do it?" I asked again "I paid gambino three fucking silver for that boy's ass so I of course was going to make damn good use of it bitch" He said, shocking Guts who couldn't believe the man he saw as a father could possibly sell him out like this.
I contemplated on what to do next, then decided that the only person with the right to judge this fucker is the victim himself. "Guts, what do you believe is a fair punishment for a scum like him."
He waited a few moments, pondering how to answer, before saying: "Death... for those like him only death awaits." At that moment I took out from my storage an unenhanced Rosar dagger, grabbing it by the blade and pointing the handle at him. "Do as you wish, Guts."
He hesitated for a second, but eventually grabbed the dagger and plunged it deep into Donovan's neck, then stepped away from him as he began to bleed out. He then began to pack whatever he believed he would need into a sack. "I'm leaving, they will not believe a word I say if Gambino truly sold me out like this. I'm not stupid enough to stay still and wait for death."
"Then you can come with me if you want. You're quick witted, and adapt quickly and most importantly..." I said pointing at his chest. "From what little I've seen, you have a good heart. Despite all the evils you've witnessed you still find a way to care, which puts you above most people in my book."
He kept packing whatever he could from his tent, grabbed his sword and responded with a single word. "Alright."