Dragon King's Harem Chapter 350. Fear And Rage II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 350. Fear And Rage II

I approached the rampaging dragons with determined steps, their attention was immediately drawn to me, their primal instincts reacting to my presence. Despite their gaze fixated on me, their expressions remained contorted with fear and anger, their snarls and struggles unabated.

It was disheartening to witness their continued distress, especially as I realized that they did not seem to recognize me. Their minds appeared to be clouded by the overwhelming trauma they had endured, rendering them unable to differentiate friend from foe in their current state of agitation.

My Telekinetic skill was successful. It created a calming influence over the dragons, gently restraining their movements and guiding them away from potential harm. Yet, despite my efforts, I could sense the intensity of their struggle as they fought against my telekinetic hold with all their might.

Their desperation was palpable, their minds consumed by a primal instinct to flee from perceived danger, even as their rational faculties remained clouded by fear and confusion. It was clear that they had lost touch with their usual sense of awareness and rationality, their minds overwhelmed by the trauma they had experienced.

With a determined flair, I unfurled my majestic dragon wings, their imposing span casting a formidable shadow across the tent. My eyes gleamed with an intense sapphire hue, reflecting the fervor of my emotions as I addressed the rampaging dragons before me.

"YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE ME?!" I bellowed, my voice echoing with authority and urgency. Despite the forcefulness of my words, I harbored a silent prayer in my heart, acknowledging the inherent challenges of quelling the primal instincts of these proud creatures.

Dragons, unlike humans, were governed by their innate instincts and primal nature, making it difficult to pacify them with mere words, especially when they were consumed by rage and anger. As I stood before them, my wings spread wide and my gaze unwavering, I understood the formidable task that lay ahead, requiring not only strength and determination but also patience and understanding.

The dragons' reactions were palpable. Their once frenzied movements began to falter, their wide eyes betraying a flicker of recognition amidst the chaos. With each passing moment, their bodies trembled, the fierce struggle slowly ebbing away as they fixated their gaze upon me.

Their piercing stares bore into mine, their movements becoming more subdued as they tilted their heads, as if trying to grasp the truth unfolding before them. Gradually, realization dawned upon them, and a sense of comprehension washed over their features.

In that moment, their eyes widened with a mix of astonishment and acknowledgement, their fierce countenances softened by the realization of who stood before them. It was as though a veil had been lifted, revealing the familiar figure they had once revered and respected.

"The King... It's the king..." The words escaped one of the dragons in a weak, raspy voice, still carrying the resonance of a mighty roar, despite the frailty of his current state. The effort to speak was evident, his draconic form not suited for articulating human speech.

"Your Majesty... I'm glad you're here," another dragon wheezed, his voice barely audible amid the labored rhythm of his heavy breaths. Each word was a struggle, punctuated by pauses as he fought to draw in air. Despite the hardship, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a fleeting expression of relief before his eyelids fluttered closed.

Initially, I mistook his stillness for unconsciousness, but a disconcerting realization dawned upon me. There was an absence—a void—in the air, devoid of the subtle hum of magic that animated living beings. His chest rose and fell no more, his once vibrant presence now replaced by an eerie stillness.

The status above his head, a representation of his vitality and mana, remained unchanged—yet, it flickered ominously, shifting to a desaturated gray hue.

[Sudden Death]

[Time Remaining: 04:49]

“Oh no,” I muttered, my heart sinking as I folded my wings and released my Telekinetic grip. The dragon's body, already fragile, could not withstand the sudden shift in support. It crumpled to the ground, a heavy thud echoing through the tense atmosphere, confirming my worst fears.

The collective gasp that followed reverberated in the air. Al and Evelina, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief, swiftly ceased their respective skills, their attention now fixated on the fallen creature.

Evelina wasted no time, rushing to the dragon's side with determined steps. She raised her staff, the crystal atop it emanating a soft glow as she channeled her healing magic. I hurried to join her, my own worry mounting with each passing moment.

But despite Evelina's efforts, the dragon's vitality remained unchanged, stubbornly refusing to rise even a fraction. My brows furrowed in confusion and concern. Had I unknowingly caused harm with my powers? The absence of any damage announcement in my system offered little clarity, leaving me grasping for answers.

“Is it because I used my power too much?” I ventured, voicing my apprehension aloud in the hope of finding an explanation.

Evelina shook her head, her focus unwavering as she continued her healing attempts. “No, his condition was already weak from the start,” she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sorrow. “It seems he calmed down as soon as he saw you and decided to end his battle.”

“You mean he decided to give up on his life?” I repeated, my voice heavy with disbelief and sorrow.

“Yes,” Evelina confirmed, her tone solemn as she made another attempt to channel her healing magic. However, her efforts yielded no improvement, the dragon's condition remaining unchanged despite her best efforts. Frustration flickered across her features, but she refused to yield to despair.

“He was dying from the start,” she continued, her voice tinged with a sense of resignation. “His wounds were grave, beyond what most could endure. The fact that he even made it here alive was nothing short of miraculous. It seems he clung to life with every ounce of strength he had, refusing to succumb to the darkness of that wretched dungeon. But when he saw you, Your Majesty, it was as if he finally found peace.”