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Valyria
Robert watched as the remaining parasites, for whatever reason, did not fall for his trap, standing at the edge of the broken bridge and refusing to attack him, as if smart enough to be aware of the trap.
Taking his bow, Robert notched an arrow and fired, nailing one of the bastards right in its slimy little head, skills honed after countless hours of training showing themselves.
With the first one dead, the rest of the monsters ran.
Peculiar.
Robert followed on dragonback, and for creatures of literal skin and bone controlled by a parasite, they were surprisingly fast. All of them headed in the same direction, which made him suspicious.
Either they were smart enough to escape but not enough to scatter, or they were luring him somewhere.
The latter was objectively worse, because that meant there was something out there capable of killing a dragon, but what?
He wasn't going to find out and increased the altitude, following the walking dead from higher up.
Through the streets and rubble, the monsters kept running with Robert on their tail. The chase came to an end when the zombies entered a half-collapsed building, disappearing from his sight. The dragons growled, sensing something.
"Ignis." Robert ordered, and the dragons let loose three torrents of inferno covering the building.
Glass cracked from the heat, exploding to tinier bits, and the wood, already charred long ago, began to burn once again.
A roar shook the building, so loud and powerful the flames flickered before something came bursting out of the collapsing building, smashing through the wall.
It was humanoid, with a pale, smooth body, similar to the creatures he had killed so far, and was at least eight feet long, with arms and legs as thick as a man's torso and claws that looked like they could shred a human to confetti.
Its face reminded him a bit of Voldemort, no nose and no lips, and the back of its skull was swollen like a water balloon. Two horns, one shorter than the other; the monster had sickly yellow eyes with slits, two rows of crooked teeth that would give any dentist nightmares, and wings, though they were too small to allow the creature to fly.
The dragons, without waiting for orders, unleashed their flames once more, targeting the monster. It disappeared beneath the flames, only a faint silhouette visible, its hissing muted by the fire.
Robert didn't attempt to stop them, wondering what will, if anything, happen to the creature. The trio continued for minutes, as if the creature had personally offended them.
When they stopped, though, the ground had turned to molten lava, with the monster sinking a couple of inches into it, but otherwise it was unharmed, meaning dragons weren't going to do anything from range, and he wasn't going to let them get closer to the monster.
Ripping its feet out of the rapidly cooling molten stone, the monster took a rock from the rubble Robert's size, throwing it fast enough he knew it would knock Obelisk right out of the sky.
He had, upon seeing the creature rush to the rubble, ordered the dragons higher up, causing the rock to miss, but not by much.
Hissing in anger, the creature leaped, using its sharp claws to stick itself to a building and began to climb, attempting to reach higher ground, and Robert pulled dragons back in retaliation.
Ripping a chimney off the roof, the monster threw it, its muscles bulging, but missed again, and the projectile crashed through another building.
Robert was going to handle it himself, because heading to the tower with this monster around would mean one more deadly enemy he would have to deal with later.
Landing away from the monster, Robert took his sword, sent the dragons up, and made his way to where the monster was. Every dozen feet or so, Robert stopped to listen for any sign of the creature.
And he wasn't disappointed; hearing the rumble of something heavy running, Robert took a couple steps back and watched as the creature barreled through the walls shoulder first, sliding on the ground as it tried to stop.
Roaring, it charged at Robert, arms wide open to catch him, drooling. Robert ran at the creature and slid between its legs when the monster closed its arms. Turning back, he brought Nightblood down, but the creature raised its arms to block. The sword left a deep gash, and a pale, steaming liquid sprayed out, and Robert quickly backpedaled to avoid it.
Screaming in pain, it clutched the wound, and before his eyes, it began to mend, leaving only the cooling blood as the only evidence there ever was a wound. It charged right again, and Robert began to contemplate.
He needed to go for the head, as he doubted the creature could heal without a head.
Rolling to the right, the lord of Asgard let the creature slam through another wall, but swift enough to not give an opportunity, it turned back and attacked again and again. It turned to a dodge game quickly, with Robert trying to tire the creature out.
Frustrated, the creature changed tactics; picking up a large piece of wood, it swung the improvised weapon wildly, trying to whack Robert to death. Backing up at each attack, he waited for an opportunity.
It came when the creature brought the piece of wood down, missing Robert. Leaping forward, Robert ran up the creature's arm and aimed for the neck, but the creature, sensing the danger, ducked, and the sword cut through an eye instead, half lodged in its skull.
A deafening wail left its mouth, and it threw Robert away, arms flailing wildly as the bastard's claws grasped its face, trying to stem the blood loss.
Falling on his face, Robert jumped to his feet, rushing at the monster to utilize the opportunity.
He swung Nightblood to meet the creature's claw as it headed towards him, slower than usual.
Sharp Valyrian steel met the palm of the monster's hand, slicing through the pale flesh, causing blood to gush again. Squealing, it swung with the arm grasping its face, and Robert ducked, this time going for the foot.
Nightblood severed the creature's leg by the ankle, sending it to the ground. Aiming for the head to finish the fight, Robert was forced back when the creature released a wave of heat.
He felt like needles were stabbing his face, and just like when you think a video game boss is down but it fills its health bar instead, the monster's hand and feet regenerated.
From its chest, red, angry lines, similar to the ones covering the city, began to spread, and the creature rose, eyes glowing with hatred.
Cursing his luck, Robert turned and did a tactical withdrawal to reassess the situation. Whatever it did, it seemed like a power-up if the heat radiating from the pale body was any indication.
For a creature eight feet tall, it was fast, faster than Robert in fact, but not as agile. Veering right, he entered an alley, and the creature tried to slow down to follow, its size and weight making it a challenge as the pale monster slid on the ground before turning back and charging right at Robert.
He turned left, entering a narrow road between the buildings, for the creature anyway, who had to walk sideways to chase him.
At the end, Robert turned right again, and his pursuer slammed through the last section of the walls, angry. Making for the broken and uneven road with the fissure in the middle, he watched as the creature stumbled through, its massive frame becoming a disadvantage in this rough terrain.
Entering a house and shutting the door behind him before moving to the right, the creature rammed through the rotting piece of wood and the wall at the other side of the room. Robert went back the way he came, the creature hot on his trail, stumbling through the road again.
He kept running to the end of the road, approaching the wall built to stop anyone from falling down the short cliff. It wouldn't kill a man, but would definitely break something. Standing before it, Robert turned to the creature and dodged at the last second, letting it break through the wall and fall.
Watching through the hole, he could see that the bruises it just earned from hitting the ground had healed, and the monster prepared to jump, but Robert didn't stay to find out if it could make the jump in a single leap.
He made it across the street, jumping over the fissure, just as the creature came running out between the buildings.
The chase continued, with Robert making wild and random turns, throwing the creature off and causing it to slow down, while it smashed through buildings, statues, and walls to kill him.
Right now, this was a fight of endurance, to see who would last longer, and he could do this all day. It was quite fun actually, adrenaline pumping, lungs and legs burning from the exertion, knowing that he was fighting for his life.
You're never more alive than when you are close to death, and right now, Robert could feel its hot grip right around his neck, one mistake away from taking his life.
He wasn't going to give it that chance.
The monster of Valyria rammed through a barely standing building, causing the structure to come crashing down.
Robert waited to see if it would rise, and the monster burst through the rubble, locking on him again. He met the monster's charge, sword at the ready.
Rearing back its claw, it slashed in a flurry of attacks, and Robert was back to dodging. It was tired, though; its breath was labored, and its wild slashes were getting slower.
It slashed with its right arm, and Robert, pivoting on one foot and crouching as he did, sliced through the knee while the monster's claws missed and turned around, an upwards slash severing the left arm at the elbow. The creature, in agony, tried to stabilize itself on one foot, right arm flailing around, and Robert stabbed Nightblood right at where the heart of a human would be and where the power-up originated from.
The monster went still, choking, and the red glow started to fade before it slid off the Valyrian steel sword and fell on its back, looking at him with hatred and fear.
"Don't be sad now; you tried your best. It's just that your best wasn't enough." Robert mocked the creature, swinging his sword with all his strength and taking its head off.
Groaning from just how tired he was, Robert hoped this was the only one of its kind; otherwise, this was going to take too long.
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Hungry, Robert called the dragons down to eat something. Beef jerky, water, and bread were his lunch, and he used the time to contemplate on what the fuck that thing was.
Most likely, it was what the small abominations became when they grew up, nesting inside humans, feeding, and eventually controlling their corpses to spread. The creature appeared to be malformed, though he didn't know the exact reason, as there were several possibilities.
It was possible that the eruption and the Smoking Sea killed the Valyrians, leaving only the corpses for the creatures, which might have affected their growth.
Or maybe that's just what they looked like. He wasn't an expert on monsters after all.
It couldn't talk or didn't want to talk to him, but it was intelligent enough to feel fear and change tactics, and the fact that the smaller creatures lured Robert to it meant either they could communicate or they just thought the monster could kill him.
The answer wouldn't come while he was sitting down.
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Robert stood before the tower, ready to face the creature inside and, hopefully, make sure it ended like the previous ones: dead and no longer a threat.
The door, which appeared to be of Valyrian steel, was warped and twisted, and it did not bode well for him, because something capable of this wasn't going to be an easy opponent.
He stepped inside.