She charged through the somewhat dense foliage like a fish down stream - although her spear technique could use some improvement her movement was perfected. She took her time to take in the surroundings this time since her last time traveling this route was quite impactful to her experience!
Now she was up high with ‘no danger’ she noticed the looming black clouds in the distance - the soft rumble of thunder priming it’s descent was visible now she wasn’t focused on her surroundings. Something about those clouds gave her an irrational sense of dread. As if looking upon an insurmountable god of judgement only to have said god glare back with a cold, uncaring look.
<I wonder if this is what it feels like to look upon the lightening of Photon?>
She couldn’t help but ponder for a moment before shaking her head and heading towards the closer ‘rumbling in this jungle’. Not noticing the purple sparks of lightning that jumped between the rolling clouds that slowly approached.
Even though the pair were probably wounded by now, she had to admit she was still the underdog in this situation and she also didn’t have any support. This would mean she would have to rely on her own strength - though she did have a few weapons on her, you were hardly going to take on a giant sub-dragon with a hunting knife!
<Ah, I can’t even remember a time after I started training where I didn’t have my beautiful little pocket support. Ah, those thighs, what I wou-... Jeez, I’m missing Milly already, head in the game! Don’t fall to instincts, also rely on smarts! Don’t fall to instincts, also rely on smarts!..>
Continuing to repeat the same line over and over to revert the changes that were beginning occurring before they could show themselves.
Although dragons weren’t any regular beasts, they still had strong instincts. It also just happened that some dragons were predators who enjoyed hunting and others who bred like rabbits. Although there was nothing wrong with this animalistic side - in fact, despite what others may say, Eel Jr fully intended to listen to her instincts…
It’s just falling to instincts at the wrong time could be quite… It would certainly distract from the point.
Not to mention she wouldn’t eat unripe fruits!
<Ah~! Why can’t I just evolve and become a big busty adult!>
She screamed internally to herself along with her mantra as she continued on towards her prey.
***
Deep in the south east of the land blessed by the True God, there is a strip of land so dangerous and corrupt that not even gods or demons dared to step foot in it.
From an outside perspective it was one of the two bridges of land that connects the blessed lands with the abandoned lands. These abandoned lands having a practice called ‘Cultivation of Immortality’ that defied the heavens in an attempt to overcome the limitations of mortality - usually by taking in the qi of Heaven & Earth.
An energy produced from nature itself that helps to maintain life and allow it to thrive - though it’s also available on the western side of the world, Mother’s own bountiful blessing makes it essentially obsolete to cultivate.
This piece of land though was both blessed and cursed.
Both alive and dead.
Both rich in mana and qi.
However, that qi was the purest yin of anywhere else.
And, that mana was not from Mother but still of a dragon nonetheless. An Ancient Evil Dragon though.
‘Plants’ did exist but they didn’t conform to the rules of nature, having no yang present at all but instead pure and strong yin that makes them both dangerous and precious. Some of these plants seemed to mimic life, as if yearning for it, forming itself into dangerous ‘beasts’ that consumed each other just like that of the Magic Beasts outside. Cultivating through warfare, expanding their territories and even making deals between the higher cultivated beings who had the intellect.
Of course, there were many {Plagued Undead}. A type of undead somewhat unique to these lands due to the strong curses and poisons coursing through the veins of the very lands. Even ‘Dragon/Spirit Veins’ that usually supplied strong Heaven & Earth Qi to the surroundings - coursing with the very life blood of the planet - were instead coursing with death.
If you died in these lands, you would become undead to forever serve as more guards for this forever expanding land of death, famine, war and pestilence.
After all, these were the {Plague Lands}.
Though, to call it mere ‘land’ is unjust as if the amount of solid land mass was considered, these lands were the actual largest continent but it wasn’t as simple.
Similar to the borders of the world, it was only growing larger but this was strange considering it was already in the borders of the world thus shouldn’t be able to. Can’t grow if confined. But, for Pandora this was a easy thing to solve as the ‘borders’ to the {Plague Lands} were actually the start of a ‘semi-pocket space’.
A pocket space simply being a ‘pocket of space’ which is separate from the realm however, since the {Plague Lands} were still ‘there’ and could still be seen even from the naked eyes, it was only a ‘semi-pocket space’.
Though, the difficulty of making such a space was far harder. Not only that, but the size of the {Plague Lands} were without a doubt beyond what was considered possible and they were only growing thanks to Pandora.
Not only that but the area is a series of deep valleys, ragged cliffs, endless whirlwinds, scorching heat, freezing cold and other things that make the geography itself treacherous. The only green is verdant and sickly.
Even then, no map would help one beyond the very edges of the lands due to the space being unstable - constantly shifting all areas other than the outer edge and very core.
This core being the very den of {Pandora the Ancient Evil Dragon of Plagues}.
If one was to ask what Pandora’s Box was many would claim it was the jewellery box Pandora holds dearly… However, many of those ‘in the know’ would consider this very semi-pocket space as the term ‘Pandora’s Box’ has turned into a box which holds the curses and death associated with the girl. What holds more than the {Plague Lands}?
And, in the very core of this area, was a pile of shining jewels that brim with energy so strong each one could be considered to be used as the major part in the production of a Heaven ranked armament. They could even be a major part of a divine ranked piece.
Just about every rare metal to the highest purity could also be found in various forms in the pile.
This pile of jewels was actually in a cave far below sea level but that was partly due to this whole country sized area being a giant creator with various {Dragon/Spirit Veins} pumping their energy to produce a holy land for evil cultivation.
In fact, this cave was located in the very centre of this crater, in the very centre of this continent.
The cave does go deeper where even more gems are located but this was just the sleeping area so the owner - following her natural instinct - hid away the more precious stuff deeper in her lair.
And, she was currently using the area to rest though she wasn’t alone in her lair which was rare.
The only other people here were usually the other three horsemen that each held the rings that acted as the key to the {Demon Realm}. All of the three now follow the girl loyally as her servants. As for the location of the huge, giant portal to the demon realm?
Well it didn’t really matter to the 4’6 girl, if someone tried to get it out of her it wouldn’t be too difficult, after all one already existed an open one at the bottom of the {Sea of Leviathan} that was basically dead north of where she currently resided; past the {Valley of Dragons}. The {Valley of Dragons} basically being the midpoint between the two.
“Dory only just realized; all crossings of the {Eternal Border} are named after dragons…” <Dreary Girl>
She said to herself while lying with her back on the countless world shattering treasures, her head lifted though with the angle of the pile she was actually pointing her chin more towards the ground. Her voice held little emotion in it and seemed completely depressed - carrying an uncanny eeriness to it even ignoring any intentions she held.
Her hair would be long with black and pastel cotton candy (very feint to the point of almost white) strands of hair randomly assembled in clumps - though black seemed to be more weighted towards the right and pastel cotton candy the left. Unlike a certain butler though, it wasn’t perfect.
Not to mention, her hair was generally just messy making the different clumps even more entangled.
Her left eye would be pure pastel cotton candy while her right pure black (her eyebrows and lashes the exact same) leaving no room to view a pupil - her eyes also carrying with them a wave of unyielding oppression on the very notion of ‘life & death’. Heavy bags of darkness only added to the eerie atmosphere she held.
Their skin was whiter than even snow and was more like that of a doll - her nearly emotionless face added to this. Though, once again, she did seem a tad bit depressed and this led to her having her own unique beauty.
Her body was quite unbeatable as well with a slender waist and hips and bountiful breasts that a MILF would be jealous of - despite being a short-stack herself.
Said tits were so big they actually fell over her face due to her sleeping naked except for a sleeve + glove that completely covered her right arm and shoulder. Though, a pale ring was present.
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