Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

"Let's collect them then," he started moving towards the nearest monster, glanced at its hideous shape before shaking his head and taking it inside his ring. "I really can't understand how the hell the founder of this clan chose such a defiled ugly monster as the clan sacred monster, sigh."

He knew that each clan would start like any sect in his previous world, by a genius who shone brightly in the world, establishing his or her own heritage, gathering people around and starting forming a clan.

This was the classic way to form anything in the world, and he knew this. So he was confused about the reason these dark clans selected such a deformed and ugly looking monsters to transform into.

Despite him not knowing the answer, though it was easy to guess, he kept gathering the killed monsters all over the place. there were over three thousand dead monsters here; most with losing limbs, wings, or even half of their bodies.

"Many monsters are losing things, will this affect the usage of the dragomancer ability?" he asked, as this was something he thought of after collecting so many hacked corpses.

"Ding! The dead are dead with no care about shape or beauty. You can use the ability on any killed monster corpse, provided that you don't use a severed limb or a missing wing to do that; only the main body counts."

"Great."

Arthur then continued to collect the bodies, and it took him roughly two hours to jump from a place to another, gathering all the killed monsters scattered in a very wide space around the castle.

"What about the ruins?" he suddenly asked, in the middle of doing his current task.

"Ding! What about them?" the system replied.

"didn't you say it's very important to me?"

"Ding! You need to go there yourself and assess the situation, but a word of advice; you are still too weak to enter there and benefit from the ruins."

Arthur was speechless for a moment there. "Wait a minute, I will leave here after taking all the population with me, how can I benefit from the ruins? And why are you advising against going there?"

"Ding! The ruins are already part of the castle's surrounding area, so moving the castle will move the ruins with it."

Arthur understood the reason in the system words, as he nodded. "And about advising not to go there?"

"Ding! The ruins are filled with dark energy, you can consider it like the pillars you are harvesting; it needs time to be purified. Going there now would mean only facing great dangers, dangers that even I can't help you to face."

"…"

Arthur just paused for a moment from what he was doing, before he sighed. "I gained a treasure but can't even get a glimpse of it; that's really frustrating!"

Arthur then continued collecting the corpses until there were only a dozen left. "Now what should I do?" he asked as he stood in front of the dozen huge bodies, not knowing what he should do next.

"Ding! You need to put your hand for a minute over the body of each monster after asking to use the ability."

"I want to use the dragomancer ability," he said as he leaned forward and put the palm of his hand over the body of the dead monster. strangely enough, this was exactly similar to what he saw before when he met Alex.

"Ding! The ability is used. You have one hour to use the ability, and if the hour passes without using it, you will lose your right to summon dragons."

"I don't mind this, I have my dozen bodies ready."

Arthur kept waiting for a minute, and as the minute ended, the huge corpse shivered as he felt a force was pushing his hand away.

"Sigh! It's a failure!"

He sighed as the monster body turned to ash the next moment, making him lose one of the limited slots he had. "One lose, eleven to go," he muttered, trying to encourage himself before going to the next monster and putting his hand over it.

"Another failure."

"And a failure!"

"Sigh…"

"…"

It wasn't until the fifth attempt that he felt something different; the monster continued to shiver and didn't turn into ash like others. He waited, with much anticipation, while the dead monster in front of him was changing.

Its deformed hacked body was changing, the wounds healed, the broken wings were repaired, straightened, and got much longer and thicker.

Scales started to cover the body, with a tail that ended up with a large ball, enough to kill a man with a simple swing. Arthur waited for the whole ten minutes before the transformation ended and the system sound rang in his ears, telling him the obvious.

"Ding! Congratulations on summoning the first dragon. You gained the recognition of the world. your summoned dragon is ready to hear and follow your orders."

Arthur ignored the system message as he went towards the large dragon to inspect it. "You are slightly smaller than Tina, but you are a dragon," he muttered as he touched the dark scales of the dragon, and his touch invoked the tremble of the dragon body startling Arthur. "And you are alive."

"Thanks master for saving my soul," suddenly a harsh tone appeared from the dragon as he tilted his head to Arthur, examining him as Arthur examined him back.

"You can speak, interesting," Arthur smiled after some moments of silence. "You said I saved your soul, what does this even mean?" he asked, as he felt there was something hidden between the lines here.

The dragon turned his huge body before replying in his harsh, yet respectful tone:

"I was the soul of the monster you killed, master, and you partially purified me, helping me to redeem my own mistakes and try to amend my past crimes."

Arthur nodded as he understood the mechanism of his dragomancer ability, or partially got it. "That means sending you inside the garden will benefit you greatly," he muttered before touching the dragon as he said:

"I will send you to a place that will help to purify you more. You might feel some pain in the process, but you will regain your former power and many benefits with it."

Arthur didn't wait for the reply of the dragon as he instantly took him inside his garden. "Six attempts, one success and five failures, that means I will get one more dragon at least."

He was wrong, as he gained three not one! It seemed the technique was a little rusty at first, and the more he used it, the more success he would garnish.

And he sent the three dragons to the garden to join their older brother.. The next moment he closed his eyes, and started to wonder through the garden.