Drozrenaz

The walls suddenly bubbled and morphed into five other heads as well, one of the heads belonging to Drozrenaz, the devil that had talked to Afir in the volcano about the strange orb and box. The head from the table said, "I suggest we send out our army of Leprics to kill him."

"You have chosen poorly, Commander, making a contract with someone that got himself caught." said the figure in the middle of the five.

"I am sorry, third King. I will make sure he dies before anything can be said." the head replied.

"Sending out our Lepric army is an overkill, they won't be necessary." said another figure, this one to the far right end, "we are using them to fight the other races. Send out one of the Chaos dragons instead. Take our oldest one, its eyes are getting old and age is taking its toll so it's more of dead weight in this battle, but it should be enough for humans."

"Agreed." said the Third king and the rest agreed one by one.

"Yes, Fifth King." the commander said.

"That's settled then." Drozrenaz said, his head to the far left, he looked at one of the lanky, white creatures with large, dark eyes and sharp, menacing claws on all limbs and said, "Lepric, unchain number 48 and send them to the land where Karkov was taken. The Commander over there will lead you."

The Lepric nodded and screeched to all the others and four of them left with the initial one.

"Good creatures, those Leprics." said the Third King.

"Not good enough, only five out of the entire race learned our language." said someone to his left, presumably the Fourth King.

"They're good enough, they move at incredible speeds and a single swipe of their arm can cleanly and easily behead a person in a second. They only have one known weakness, their love for sleeping and the irresistible urge to climb in a comfortable place to sleep in so I'd say they are good pets." said the Fifth King, "besides, what other pets do you have that can understand our speech? Five out of three million is good enough for me."

"Meh, I feel like we could've conquered a better race. It was all too easy to take them," said the second King. "it didn't even take a year."

"They are still one of the most superior species of this Dungeon, they will be helpful," Drozrenaz said.

"See, the First King agrees with us," the Third King said.

Soon after, above ground, a large, purple scaled dragon towered above the forty Lepric's that were escorting it away from the hole in the ground that they had just come out of. The Commander was leading them in the advance, the dragon stomped along on all fours slowly. Its black eyes were already starting to lose their color, fading into a light grey.

The purple scales were scarred and heavily damaged from many years of fighting, it wobbled a little on its left knee on the back but its menacing aura was still suffocating. Simply by standing there, the grass around it was dying and crumbling, each stomp easily created a large hole in the ground, shaking all of those around it. The Commander attached a small purple rock onto the center of the dragon's head. A light mist swirled around in front of it and the dragon shook its head violently. Eventually, it gave up and submitted to the haze that kept growing stronger.

It shot open it's leathery wings to the fullest length, blowing winds far and wide by simply doing that. It crouched down on all fours before jumping up with all its legs and shot upwards, following the haze that the rock made.

Zeeth, Gror, and Page were already in the carriages and were leaving, the merchants making a few last-minute changes. They got out and stretched a little and Page motioned for Zeeth to come forward a little more.

"If I'm not mistaken, I think he will be attempting to make some androids. He attempted this ages after but I think his trap has allowed him to inspect your body much earlier on. Remember, you are a cyborg from another world, your technology is not something we see here. We have the magic to regrow limbs and never got to the cyborg part of technology, just the magic and power strengthening part of technology. Your body must've inspired him to go further and take a route no one has ever gone. I think that's why he bought all those wires and the full bodysuit. His first prototype must be a wreck, but he should've had a simple x-ray of the body and he worked off that.

And I think the first people he will target are you two, possibly his first test subjects to have gotten away. He would especially want to target you, the perfect, working android with parts that even you don't fully understand yet-yes, there are more robotic parts in your body- and use you to make the perfect android. He is a weak man, but fiercely intelligent and incredibly competitive, making him a perfect villain. Ruined by the fact that he is all too sociable and wishes for a companion to speak to with no one to befriend him."

"So what will we do?"

"I think he'll try to contact us at the entrance of the city where we will be leaving. I want us to confront him by ourselves, maybe with Gror too, before we leave with the merchants. We'll destroy his current model now and that'll make him go into another lengthy experimentation session where he'll give us a short break but he'll go and try to make a better robot that'll probably be better."

They secretly left the illusion fabric with Gror, explaining to him that they suspected C.M. was at the entrance of the city waiting for them. Confused, he asked, "Do you know where he is, exactly? How are you so sure anyway?"

"No, but we don't want to get the merchants involved if he is coming. We want to stop him before he gets here." Page explained.

"What if the merchants are done before we can find him? He was just there buying a whole set of full body armor and defective swords, how do you know he won't take longer?"

"Well, we'll have to take the chance. If he takes too long, we can get the merchants to leave first and then meet him after." and that was exactly what they did. They stood at the entrance, waiting for a yell or the face of the old man, but nothing came. The merchants were soon done packing and wrapping up Fatso and Weller, telling the three that it was time to go.

Page told them, "You guys leave first, there are some last-minute things we have to tend to, they won't take long. We'll catch up."

"Really? What is it?" Meda asked, "maybe we can help. We don't want to leave separated."

"No, it's a personal matter that we should take care of. Here, this is the spot we are headed to." Page pointed to a dot on his screen that showed where First Dwarven was.

"The town is actually hidden from view, you need a good eye or a person who's familiar with the landscape to find the area," Gror explained. "If you can't find it, I'll be sure to lead you in when we catch up."

The merchants reluctantly agreed and the kids left only after promises that they were going to catch up.

They watched as the carriage rode off and Gror asked, "so what do we do now? Wait for him to show up?"

"No, we leave this place and follow the carriage from a distance until we are far enough away so that we know he won't come and endanger them in an attempt to fight us."

But just as he finished talking C.M. walked into view, unaware of their existence as they watched him dragging along a thing on wheels covered by a tarp. He jumped at the sight of the three, shocked but happy.

"I knew you would be here! 23, 24, do you remember me?" he yelled, "oh yeah, 24 doesn't know my face. Anyways, I have a new toy I want you to test out!" and he went to tug the ropes off the corners of the tarp.

"How did you find us?" Zeeth asked back, as he walked to him. They were now outside the walls of Melanis and no one was watching them.

"Oh, right, you don't know yet. I remember the mana of every test subject I have and I can track them fairly well, so it doesn't matter what you do. I will always know where you are." he said as he finished with the last corner of the tarp. He pulled it off with a large tug and revealed a suit of armor with its hands removed and blades replacing them. He gave the back a little tug and the suit of armor started moving, picking one leg up after another at the pace of a snail.

The legs were clunking around as it tried to lift itself and it fell flat trying to get off the platform it was on. C.M. hurried forward to help it back up and it came up with a heavy thud and a few clanks. It raised one of its sword hands menacingly and C.M. clapped happily like a father watching his baby walk for the first time.