A few years passed by, in the Slane Theocracy, 8 fighters appeared in the sky. And began an assault, indiscriminately targeting people. Little did they know, that, they were killing all of the people that would have been more than happy to be friends. Even though he stood no chance fighting 8 players… Surshana flew out and began a fierce battle of magic between them.
Considering the gap between Surshana and the Eight Greed Kings, the latter just toyed with the former. Their aim was to make a fool of him in front of his people. A method which would lend food for thought… Were the Great Gods, Really Great? Or were they just fools? Even with him fighting 1 v 1 on occasion… Surshana knew he was going to lose.
"Ahahah! So much for being a great god?" The guild leader laughed, as she pointed out horrible flaws, one after the other. "No wonder she had such an easy time dealing with the other ones. You're all just weaklings… Though I suppose you're good practice prior to our war with the dragons."
"Heh, so, because you can't beat her, you come after me. Pitifully weak minded curs." Surshana laughed as he fought. Now completely unreserved, and steeling himself to finally meet his long lost friends. "Even if you kill me, the great gods still have another one among our numbers. A true friend, without her assistance, we surely wouldn't have come this far." He laughed, as he began a counter assault, summoning many creatures to fill in the battle for him. "She may not come to fight you directly, but I warn you, harm even a single hair upon the head of one who worships her, and your deaths will not be painless."
"Stupid, there's only six of you idiots. Of which I know she killed 3 of you." The Eight Greed King's Guild leader laughed, almost manic. Though internally, she was panicking… Fighting her is a guaranteed death sentence. How did she even manage to get so ridiculously powerful? "Everyone, that's enough practice for one on one fights. We should be fine against those dragons now. Let's end this so-called god."
Responding to their guild leader, their lover's order, all eight of the evil players, targeted Surshana with their strongest abilities. Hougan was the first to strike, causing quite a bit of slashing damage, though it wasn't all that effective.
The remaining physical attackers followed suit, a blinding number of stabs and slashes, each doing quite a bit local damage, but nothing much over all. Next up was the heavy hitter with crushing blows, each smash did enough damage to truly mess him up…
Surshana was not able to survive another attack. However, if he had lips, he'd be smirking right now. As the castors channeled their spells, he had finished preparing a present for all of them. Here and now, they'd feel the horror of death.
"SKILL! The goal of all life is death!" He didn't have time to prepare anything else to modify the range or intensity. But he didn't need to. Everyone of the combatants were within range. And yet the people below were safe from harm. This is going to be my final gambit. Sorry, Sil. I hope you remain well. Maybe if fortune favors you, you'll find those friends of yours again. He then broke a cash shop item, one of the incredibly few that he had. Activating his skill instantly. All of the Greed Kings died, however, it didn't take long for their resurrection items to change that. Furious that they had been reduced in level once more, from someone so easy to beat, there was no stopping the flurry of magic spells.
They left, furious, opting to return home and recover some of their experience through a method they thought they developed, but it was really invented by Night Silver not too long after she arrived in the New World.
The reason they were so furious was rather simplistic. In Yggdrasil, gaining xp was a simple matter, however, that changed once they arrived in the New World. Xp was scarce, the only enemies that even gave xp were high level individuals, though, as fortune would have it, summons would also grant xp. This method was slowish, but it was the only renewable source of xp now. Recovering their levels would take years.
So once more, years passed by like the blink of an eye. The Dragon Lords, having received extensive training while they remained in Tus Nadair, were now considerably stronger than they were before. This training didn't just benefit them though, all of the half dragons had undergone similar training and were now all between level 60 and 70 in terms of strength. Those who visited from afar to undergo the ludicrous training, they had reached level 75 to 80.
Though there was one who underwent the most intense transformation. Anastasi had achieved the creation of her own humanoid form, however, instead of riding all of her draconic image, she decided to keep her horns. It wasn't until she learned that Night Silver really loved wings, that Anastasi changed the form once more to appear with wings as well. With her own effort, and the active use of healing all of her brothers' ridiculously stupid injuries… She had been the sole dragon to achieve level 90. And similarly to Brightness, she was experiencing a time where she couldn't help but feel that intense need deep within her core.
Finally, Brightness, he wasn't planning on joining in the fight directly, however, he understood to continue pushing himself for the sake of his love. He had managed to not only finally reach the coveted level 100, but he surprised everyone when Night Silver mentioned that he had truly gone beyond that. It was only by a single level, even so, that was far more than enough to prove it was possible.
Unfortunately for the dragons, their time to train had come to an end. As the Eight Greed Kings had arrived and were very clearly waiting for battle. Their shouts, curses, and evil thoughts pour from their brains, through their mouths, and into the air. Some of the things they said amounted to earning the phrase, verbal diarrhea. Truly revolting, and vulgar thoughts.
"Those bastards. I'm going to kill them dead!"
"YEAH!" The dragons roared in unison. It nearly shook the world.
Yet, Night Silver remained unperturbed, even in the face of all that ferocity.