C'thar, the dragon, was soaring over the ravaged land, cutting across dense, violet clouds, revealing now and then the path of destruction of the mountain trolls.
The booming voice of the dragons, which was shaking the sky like a summer thunder, kept the contact between the flying reptiles across the continent.
"They are swarming out of their tunnels like ants in May" said C'thar. "All over the land. Everywhere. At the command of Gaovulte"
Edulcore Cicciotto had landed back over the beast. "Like ants? Are they answering to a King or a Queen, maybe? Someone to attack, to force them back in their holes?"
"Sadly, not. They live on their own. That's why usually are not a menace. But now, the call of Godbolt drives them" roared the winged animal, vomiting fire over a squadron of trolls.
"There is something not quite right, but I can't seems to remember... ehy! The trolls should be turned on stone by the sunlight! Why they are around by day?"
"That's not exact, Dragonslayer! They are turned into stone by sun RAYS. These clouds, that surely are a product of Godbolt magic, blocks the sun purposefully. The trolls are all converging toward the fortrress of Godbolt from all over the lands. And when they will get there, there will be no chance for your allies. See them! They are millions."
Drake, riding Psidon, arrived from west. "Euro, Euro! Our frinds needs us at Godbolt's frotress! But I have seen so much trolls on my way here. They are too much even for a hundred of dragons. I can't see what we can do!"
"We just need to let the sun hit them, they would turn into stone, Drake".
The young ex-vigilante looked to the sky. "You are joking, right? These clouds are nearly black. There is no way we can dissipate them!"
"I have done it before, actually. During the Hurricane in La Perdita, before you joined. I was possessed by memories of being Thor. I had Mjolnir, and I made the sun broke trough the clouds!"
Drake frowned. "Can you repeat it?"
Ed shook his head. "By then, the memories were random, but I had Ladnikia to focus them. Now I can remember at will, but without the sword, it seems I can summon the power only when in dire need."
"So?"
"Plan B" said Euro.
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The place was a tall peak, flat on top, and surrounded by a dense forest. There was the rest of a campfire, and one person moving around, like a mad puppet.
Two dragons were flying directly above.
"That's the place of the camp when we arrived here!" said Drake, looking at the place where Euro had drove C'thar to. "Who is that man?"
"Don't you recognize him? He's Epicentre"
"Epi? He's dead! Wait! You mean that's the zombie of Epicentre?"
"Exactly. He has risen to Godbolt call. Luckily for us, with the attack at the village Sam forgot to burn the cadaver, like his intention was."
"Luckily for us? What you have in mind, Ed?"
"Just the craziest thing I ever though"
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Psidon took the zombie between his claws with the grace of a Murano glassworker.
The undead was twisting and shaking like mad, but separated from the land was pretty harmless.
The two dragons and their Vanguardians riders headed straight toward a big chain of mountains right in the middle of the continent. The backbone of the land, as the dragons called it.
"I hope Phil will not get the biggest headache of his life" muttered Drake.
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The Epicentre zombie was standing on the flat surface of an old, silted lake. All around him, twenty four dragons were chasing him like the cat (or, better, a whole colony of cats) and the mouse. They were charging at him, spitting fire at him, tail whipping him.
And the dead metahumans was not simply taking it all. Powerful shockwaves emanated from his feet, as he was crying each time a boiling spit of burning dragon saliva reached his body.
He was growing tired of that game. His white, dead face turned angrily red, and fianlly he exploded.
Literally.
The continent, the whole continent, began to tremble. The crust of the planet shook, twisted, and broke.
Lakes of lave reached the surface. Mountains fell, and new one were born.
Nothing man made survived that day. From the poorest hut, to the biggest fortress, everything crumbled down. Powerful earthquakes cut across the planet, from one side to the other, under the thick, magical mantle of clouds.
On top of a mountain, Euro was laughing madly at his creation.
Drake, riding Psidon, was looking at him alarmed. "Sometimes you scare me, Ed", he observed.
That day, six continents were born out of one. And the Trolls, unable to resist the call of Godbolt, enbded in the ocean like lemmings, finding their death. From the forest where had fled, forced out of their homes, to survive the Troll hunts, humans and people of other races happily rejoice at that sight.
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On the acme of the earth crushing event, the transformation happened. The familiar, white haired, half bald form of Edulcore Cicciotto disappeared, replaced by a tall, red haired viking. with a big hammer in one hand.
"Wow. Thor!" said drake to Psidon.
"where are you, serpent of Midgard. Your awakening signs the beginning of Ragnarock! Filthy beast, come out of your hide! meet the wrath of Thor, son of Wotan!
The god of thunder hammered Mjolnir over the ground. Lightings cut across the clouds, and then a pouring rain washed the newly formed continents, wiping away all the blood that was versed that day.
And then the clouds teared up, and the sun rays finally bathed the land again.
And the last surviving trolls were transformed into everlasting stone statues
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Drake looked at the exhausted face of Euro. "Ed, we have to see if Danny saved some fun for us. Let's go, friend!"
A hundred of dragons took flight, directed toward Godbolt fortress.
The newly formed continents sported familiar shapes, miles below Drake and Ed.
"You know, Ed, maybe after all this is not a different dimension. Maybe we have just forged our past!"
