62 Chapter 62

"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," a thunderous roar erupted from the mighty dragon, its reverberations echoing throughout the vast city of Orario, sending shivers down the spines of its inhabitants.

Atop the towering Babel, a colossal silver dragon loomed before Erebus, its majestic figure radiating an aura of ancient power. It was Bahamut, revealing her true form, a sight rarely witnessed by mortal eyes.

This was not the release of her Arcanum, but a manifestation of her innate essence, akin to a passive skill possessed by the most formidable gods. The air crackled with anticipation as the awe-inspiring presence of the dragon filled the atmosphere, leaving all who beheld this spectacle in awe and fear of its magnificence.

"Speak," Bahamut commanded, her voice resonating with the immense power of her draconian aura as it pressed down on Erebus. The dark deity couldn't escape the weight of her presence, while nearby, Hermes listened in, unable to resist eavesdropping on their conversation while also receiving full brunt of Bahamut's Aura.

In response to Bahamut's demand, Erebus let out a sinister laugh, his eyes fixed on her. "What's the point, even if I were to tell you?" he sneered. "I'm destined to be banished back to heaven soon enough," he added, a hint of resignation in his voice.

The tension in the air grew thicker as the clash between these formidable beings continued.

Bahamut with a menacing grin stretched across her face, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. With a swift motion, she raised her colossal dragon claws, ready to strike. The sheer force of her power crushed both of Erebus's legs, eliciting a piercing scream of agony.

In that very moment, Bahamut came to the realization that her adversary's ascent to heaven would have to be postponed, unless she chose to strike the final blow.

The gravity of this decision lingered in the air, as Bahamut contemplated the far-reaching consequences of extinguishing Erebus's existence and returning him to the celestial realm too early.

Meanwhile below the towering structure of the tower, Draco stood in absolute awe of the ethereal beauty before him, his heart filled with various emotions for his beloved goddess. As the people of Orario gazed upon the majestic tower of Babel, a sense of curiosity and uncertainty lingered in the air, their eyes fixed upon its enigmatic presence.

Intrigued by the sight, Loki couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Crazy goddess," as she witnessed Bahamut's presence atop the towering structure, a sight that left even the gods astonished.

Just as Erebus was about to interject, a commanding voice resonated throughout the pinnacle of the tower, capturing the attention of all. It was Uranus, the voice of authority and wisdom, addressing Bahamut with an astonishing blend of concern and authority.

"Bahamut, cease your actions. You are boldly pushing the boundaries that were meant to be respected," Uranus sternly admonished, his words echoing through the vast expanse of the tower, carrying a weight that demanded attention and reverence.

"Huh, I didn't break any of the rules," Bahamut replied, a hint of defiance in her voice, leaving Uranus silent in response. As the seconds ticked by, tension filled the air, until suddenly, a figure cloaked in darkness emerged from the shadows. The mysterious newcomer approached Bahamut and Erebus with a sense of purpose.

"Greetings, Bahamut-sama," the cloaked figure spoke, their voice carrying an air of reverence. "I am Kajit, a member of the enigmatic Tiamat Familia. I bring a message from my goddess."

Curiosity piqued, Bahamut's annoyance subsided as she gave Kajit her full attention. "Speak," she commanded, her tone demanding answers, her eyes locked onto the cloaked figure.

With a sense of conviction, Kajit delivered the message, his voice carrying a warning that sent chills down Bahamut's spine. "The pact with Io is already in effect. Count your days, for soon I shall be free to have my fun, once the pact is completed."

Enraged by the audacity of Kajit's words, Bahamut's draconic instincts took over. In a swift and furious motion, she swung her mighty tail with blinding speed, striking Kajit with a force that sent him hurtling off the tower and into the distance. The echoes of her fury reverberated through the air, a testament to the consequences of crossing the wrathful dragon.

When she turned back, Erebus whispered something only she could hear and was enveloped in a blinding light, illuminating his return to the upper realm. The distraction caused by Uranus and the deceitful dragon kin had consumed her attention for far too long, and Erebus, weakened and bleeding, succumbed to his wounds.

"Erebus!" Bahamut's voice echoed with anger and rage, reverberating through the air. In a display of her fury, she unleashed a mighty stream of silver fire from her mouth, its brilliance lighting up the sky of Orario, casting an ominous glow over the city.

Soon, she calmed down, her rapid breaths gradually subsiding as she regained control of her emotions, returning to her humanoid form. With a graceful movement, she turned her head towards a specific direction, her eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and mischief. A mischievous smile danced on her lips as she uttered the words, "Hermes, come out." Her voice carried a hint of mystery, echoing through the air.

Startled, Hermes blinked in confusion, his eyes darting around as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. "Huh, how did I get here? What am I doing here?" he exclaimed in an attempt to divert attention from his unintentional eavesdropping on the conversations atop the tower.

"It doesn't matter," Bahamut replied calmly, her voice laced with an air of authority. She locked eyes with Hermes, a silent understanding passing between them. "You know to keep your mouth shut, right?" Hermes nodded in affirmation, his expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

As if responding to Bahamut's unspoken command, majestic draconic wings sprouted from her back, their iridescent scales shimmering under the sunlight. With a powerful beat of her wings, she ascended into the sky, leaving behind a sense of awe and wonder.

Below the towering structure of Babel, the group of adventurers stood in bewildered confusion, struggling to comprehend the sequence of events that had unfolded before their eyes. Whispers of intrigue filled the air as they exchanged glances, their minds racing with questions yet to be answered.

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Meanwhile, at the Ganesha familia manor, a sense of urgency filled the air as the bloodsaurus teetered on the brink of collapse. Its core, already exposed, pulsated with a faint glow.

Just as Shakti prepared to deliver the finishing blow, a thunderous roar reverberated through the city, momentarily distracting her. Startled, she turned her attention away from the bloodsaurus, her heart pounding with fear of what was happening.

Seizing the opportunity, Michalis, who had patiently waited for this precise moment, lunged at the creature with his gleaming daggers.

With swift and precise movements, he repeatedly pierced the bloodsaurus's core, each strike causing the creature to writhe in agony. Determined to avenge the loss of his beloved, Michalis unleashed his pent-up rage upon the beast core.

As the bloodsaurus finally succumbed to its wounds and breathed its last, Shakti regained her composure. Grateful for what she believed was Michalis's act of heroism to save her, she turned to him with gratitude in her eyes. Little did she know, his actions were fueled by his desire for vengeance against the creature responsible for taking his beloved from him.

In that moment, amidst the echoes of battle and the lingering scent of blood, a complex web of emotions intertwined within the walls of the Ganesha familia manor.