Zeeta and the Wizarding World
Falling in the Darkness
Dragons are arrogant creatures.
They are arrogant about the power they have, feel most at the top of all the races on Earth, and feel that they are the only race that has the right to serve Yggdrasil. Not as a subordinate, but as a trusted race.
At first glance, everything feels very complicated, but Dragons are actually simple creatures.
They are very loyal to what they promise or say. Loyalty is very high even to the point of not wanting anyone to exceed them. They would assume it was an insult—shame themselves, or even his entire race.
Therefore, the dragon is feared.
Therefore, the dragon is respected.
As the times change, their mindset changes. Not so changed as to change their very loyal identity, but they began to accept that they were not the only strong race. At least for a small part of them.
There are Humans who are strong in terms of their determination and naivety in maintaining life, there are Elves who are strong on the principle of their way of life, there are also Giants who are always proud of whatever they have completed.
These three are just examples of races that were the peak of the population at one time. There are still other races who are in the minority, who have their own strong sides.
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War.
A series of histories that have an implied interest from each party involved. For the sake of it, everything is sacrificed, snatched, snatched, or reciprocated.
Some enjoy war, some are tormented, some hate it.
Ironically, from the history, there is always a flower that grows no matter if he is in the midst of cruelty.
Such is life, such is the phrase "history will repeat itself".
Just like what is happening now, even though there have been countless casualties from all races on Earth, as well as from plants and animals, there is still a glimmer of hope that can illuminate the darkness.
Perhaps no one cares how a glimmer of hope can appear to illuminate the darkness, but light will not exist if there are no elements that support it.
Thus did two races that thousands of years ago clashed with each other, Dragon and Giant—Elbrecht and Ozy. They set forth a light of hope to shine again on this despair-stricken Galdurheim.
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But ... after everything is mentioned, actually, the key holder of why all this is happening, whether he likes it or not, that is Zeeta Aurora XXI, is doing what?
Does he remain in the condition of the body taken over—or which can also be called borrowed by Ifrit?
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While the Azure is still fighting one-on-one against Zeeta Alter and causing even greater destruction, Zeeta is now protected by her rival, Mellynda, and one of her ancestors, Tellaura. The rival still left a holy weapon in his hand just in case the monster created from the group of dead souls had changed their turn with his master to attack him and Zeeta.
Under such conditions, Zeeta remained hovering slightly above the ground with eyes that continued to open and spread fire aura all over the body.
Behind his subconscious, as he had experienced so often before, he looked at Ifrit. There, they were illuminated by embers dominated by an orange red color, but there was also a green and blue flame.
The eyes of the Fire Ancient Spirit were burning brightly. He did not growl, roar, or show emotions like the first time he met her, but now he just stared at Zeeta in silence.
Then, Zeeta asks, "What's wrong ... with that look of yours...?" with his sour face.
"I'll see you and help you again when you're really ready" replied Ifrit, "i guess, since you're a descendant of that woman, you can get this over with quickly, but I think I should keep it for a little longer.
"After this, take good care of yourself."
"Ifrit...? What do you mean...?"
While still processing the last words of the creature that had raised him from the dead, he blinked again. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was in the middle of the battlefield.
Surrounding it was a dark purple mist. "Ughuk!" he reflexively coughed for it.
"Zeeta?!" melynda screamed, "you're sober?!" he approached Zeeta.
Tellaura glanced at Zeeta and soon realized something was different from her. It cringes.
"What did you do with Ifrit?! You just keep not moving!"
"What's more important than that, what the fuck is this, Melly? What happens to my body...."
Mellynda then explained. Just then, even though in the middle of her fight, Zeeta Alter noticed Zeeta's situation, then grinned.
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"Gerda, Danny, even Luna too...?!" Zeeta immediately trembled. Her eyes widened.
"I.." continued Zeeta, who clutched her hand tightly. "YOU'RE SICK!"
"Eh?" Mellynda sweats. He was confused as to why Zeeta was suddenly like this.
The battle of Zeeta Alter and Azure also came to a halt. They were lured by his screams.
"Everything ends miserably because that something called MAGIC snatches away a lot of precious things!
"Forku...!
"And for everyone...!
"Although I will become a villain, even though I will be antagonized by many people, even if I have to die, I will end this world!!"
Zeeta Alter widens the grin, while the scar-filled Azure immediately glides through the air to dissuade Zeeta from doing anything stupid.
At the same time, Zeeta's moon earrings glowed blue, blinding everything in place. The world suddenly shook. The ground shows a small rift that over time grew and split the Earth.
"Stop, Zeeta!" yell at those who are there, except for Zeeta Alter. Together they dispelled Zeeta's body with all their strength.
"Isn't there any magic that can hold it?!" ask Tellaura to panic.
"If anything, it's just a rune!" reply Mellynda.
"Sad...! Then only we can do it! Azure, prepare!"
"Not to be reminded!" reply Azure.
The three attempt to suppress the mana from Zeeta which causes the Earth to tremble. The tremor was so strong that it was not only able to crack the ground, but also cast an ocean. The ruler of the sea was also surprised that the current of water was subject to someone from the land.
Not only sea pepper, but also on the mountain. Some of them erupted, further confounding Galdurheim.
Zeeta Alter who keeps grinning, enjoying all of it like a very interesting entertainment spectacle. He then sat on one of the monsters of his creation and folded his legs. "Well, whatever you want to reject it, you're still me, Zeeta.
"You lost your loved ones, even though you dubbed yourself the Witch of Hope....
"The way we lose loved ones is different, but we lose them when we are helpless and confused about what to do....
"Congratulations, Zeeta...! You've become the Dark Lord like me...!"