Dragonieth 22 Albion

A stolid voice commanded for answers in everyone's minds.

The Party faced the naked man standing unabashed before the stone tomb.

Darick glanced about the black red walls, which seemed to pulse with a rhythm akin to breathing and frowned noticing the same color to the man's eyes.

His quick conclusion arrived to the cavern being a charnel for a lone sarcophagus. Was the underground tunnels, containing the Scorpio, a necropolis?

It would make sense about the Glan's magic hampering effects, since the religious Order of Khylan imbued Talc into stone walls and surfaces of tombs to dampen magic that would be used to raise the dead.

Yet here was a naked man risen from the grave and why wasn't this fact frightening to him?

He glanced to Corin and the others. The women were understandably recoiling in readiness for an attack. His brother, lover and the dragon guy were standing firm. It was obvious that neither of them were going to lose their cool before the women.

Especially when the naked man was the perfect impression of a man; toned, handsome and well hung.

Darick gulped at the length of the man's thick member that ran a short length of his upper thigh. He had never seen one as huge, which was obviously throbbing from its vine-like veins.

The man's slightly pinkish skin was unnaturally flawless and smooth, making his muscly limbs, abdominal muscles and pectorals obvious.

His straight flowing hair was the silkiest golden tone he had ever seen, like fine spun gold that gently tumbled about his slender jawline and forehead to draw out his almond-shaped eyes of dark-red in a sober expression.

When the man opened his mouth for the first time, Darick couldn't help but gasp at his full, lush lips and white teeth. A kissable mouth.

"Darick." Luca hissed through his teeth.

Darick shook off his misguided moment of l.u.s.t and faced the naked stranger with his hand hovering over his sheathed sword.

Sensing the apprehension of his unexpected visitors, the man paused a safe distance to give them some further regard.

"Well, you aren't thieves or lesser intelligent creatures. I suppose I can't kill you without a reason." He casually noted, like he was ticking off an inventory list.

"You know, it's really hard to take you seriously when you stand before us naked," said Sierra flatly.

The naked man c.o.c.ked one eye-brow with a wry expression. "I suppose."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sounds of wailing and screeching, followed by bursts of hot winds.

Corin grabbed Hannah and clung to her tight as he manoeuvred her away from the cavern entrance with a body roll to avoid the oncoming flame-throw from the approaching scorpi.

"Are you okay?" Corin checked on Hannah and sighed when she nodded her affirmative.

Swooshing sounds and a disturbance in the air entered the cavern when charred bodies of Vorn soldiers went flying at the naked man like a weapon projectile.

The naked man c.o.c.ked his head to one side and skilfully danced around the flying corpses. His face lit up with a devilish grin as he drew red light, from the walls, to his limbs.

The Party watched with awe and fright at the naked man's graceful acrobatic dance that manipulated light into the solid shapes of swords. With a round-kick, he sent the swords flying towards the throats of the bounding scorpi.

The entire clutter reeled backwards.

"Now die." His voice was quiet, but the click of his finger resounded across the cavern.

The Scorpi combusted into blue flames that quickly died down to white ash and eerie silence.

The men raised their weapons and prepared to fight a person who was obviously over powered and capable of turning them into ash.

"Let me see."

Darick held his longsword before the man and cursed when he felt an almighty force pulling at his arm to rip the sword out of his hand.

"Ugh!" He cried out when he could resist the pull and released his sword, causing it to clang to the ground.

"The Talc make magic pitiful to everyone who traverses into my rest chamber. Of course, I have the ability to be stronger." The man solemnly told Darick.

Was he attempting to ease Darick's shame at being the weaker being?

"Screw you." Darick grumbled.

The naked man sighed. He faced the women with a gentler expression and frowned at the other men.

His eyes lingered longer on Azaria. "Oh, an Emissary Fire Dragon is amongst your numbers."

"Oh, you say." Azaria frowned with his hands on his hips. "Honestly, don't you have clothes."

The naked man wasn't paying him attention any more, having his eyes fixed on Corin.

"You. I know your face." He regarded him with question until reaching a conclusion.

He surprised the party when he approached Corin and hugged him.

"Alroy. You haven't changed." The naked man's voice and expression softened with nostalgia.

"Um. I'm not Alroy." Corin wasn't sure how to react to a naked man hugging him.

The man swiftly pulled away and went to examine Darick again.
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"You are a risk to this world, young hatchling."

"Who the h.e.l.l are you?!" Darick snapped.

The man let out a haughty laugh.

"Who am I? You dare ask such a question with a disrespectful tone." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I must've been asleep for a long time."

Azaria let out a gasp with sudden understanding. "Are you perchance Albion?"

The naked man smugly nodded. "Of course. I'm Albion of the Saoghal Dragons."