I arrive at the Black Fortress with my small tribe and land near the imposing building.

2 dragons that I know well, Leucaruth and Jabberwock, a brute guard the entrance and forbid my companions to go further! At least I won't have any surprises.

I pass the hall, and gates are raised and men in black take care of the castle.

The men don't bother to look at me and act as if nothing had happened.

I arrive in the main courtyard and in front of me stands a set of towers and a gigantic hall and what strikes me most are the flags.

Nazis. What are they doing here? That's even crazier!

The Alsatian-style village, the fortress, gigantic, built with modern machines and everything! They're Nazis. Just missing Hitler and the cake would be perfect!

Then I heard a draconian cry from my father: Wilkommen! in bad German.

And, oh no, it's not true: The peak of bad taste...

He got his wings tattooed...

Have you seen Vermithraxa? My Nazi flag! It's beautiful, isn't it? Now I'm the Red Baron!

And I'm going to shoot down all the planes and bad humans and bad dragons.

I had a high heart of mockery:

"Yes, father, you're the best: (in bad taste)"

"Why did you make me come here! What do you want from me? Haven't you hurt us enough?"

Ignar walked around the castle prancing and showing the other dragons his tattoo. They couldn't understand it, but they said yes, that's great, I want the same tattoo so I can have peace. Ignar was tiring them out and they obviously couldn't take it anymore. They were obviously not leaving because they had nowhere to go and they had their comfortable nest.

Ignar stood in front of me and said: "Congratulations for your trials. Now all this is yours! This is your reward! The Black Fortress!"

"HEING??????"

Ignar: "Well, Morthales is dead and he was giving me a to-do list to keep me busy and I was part of his plans, but the last one was fatal to him. He was working to make Dyn Mamite or nitro pleasterine or something like that and a few days ago I saw him laughing like crazy shouting EUREKA EUREKA and he had a vial in his hand. He ran up the stairs into the courtyard to show me and he caught his shoe on a piece of his cape and they tripped while running. The vial fell at his feet and boom. he waltzed in a thousand pieces. I tried to put the pieces back together but it was mush. That's it, I'm out of control and I don't know what to do.

The other two don't listen to what I ask them anymore and do as they please.

Me, I listen to the gramophone records and I study his notes but it's beyond me. It would take someone who knows this world.

I know I'm a shit as a father but it was to make you powerful because "they're coming".

GET OUT!

Ignar steps aside.

"Get out, I say! I want to be alone. I'll call you when I need you, but I need to figure things out. I don't even want to take it out on you because you're so irresponsible. Fess up! You would never have been able to pass any of the tests you put us through! ADMIT IT!"

"Yes," he lowered his head.

"Now get out of here! " and I threw a primordial jet of fire at his rear end which hurt him and he became frightened.

I now felt an emptiness, an immense emptiness.

I needed that bogeyman. I needed that evil father, whom I saw strong, invincible, terrifying.

How disappointed I was!

Before me, I had a rag in front of me! I really think I fought against a balloon that has now deflated.

"BUT It's not TRUE!" I hit the ground, ripping up paving stones in the courtyard in a fit of rage!

I began to roar like the true red dragon.

Everyone stopped and the two guardian dragons fled to their quarters, without asking for the rest.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA" I shouted!

There's no end boss in this game! The end boss, hahahahahaha, is me!

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, hiiiii, hiii, hiii, I rolled on the floor and hit the ground and started to cry.

Falkor arrived with all the others and saw me in this state.

Then Auberone understood the situation and began to moan likewise.

Then we inspected the place.

And I saw some very interesting things.

Project Agartha and the Uboats:

Apparently, Ignar was misinformed and deliberately dismissed by Morthales.

His father was a Nazi and commander of an Uboat.

While I was reading Morthales' notes, the others were inspecting the place.

They reportedly fled a destroyer in the Bermuda triangle and hid behind a thermocline to escape the sonar. Then they saw a structure with a gigantic crystal at the site of the legendary city of Atlantis. The destroyers started to drop depth charges and they went into a whirlpool, thinking it was a cave, then they surfaced and found themselves in a salt water lake near here. The Americans later dropped a probe to find the wreckage but the signature of the probe went through space and arrived on earth a hundred years ago. Due to the casimir effect not 70 years ago but 230-300 years ago.

We sent the u boat back but the last message from grandpa was they caught us. Destroy the probe.

The messages are coming in Morse code. Since then nothing. Crew members died in battle, eaten by dragons and only Morthales, the ship's engineer, kept the fortress with Ignar as a scarecrow. Ignar was crazy about modern gadgets and objects and he kept it up his sleeve like this.

The fortress was supposed to be used to resist the dragon hunters and soldiers of the empire, but people were too preoccupied to survive and farm rather than become soldiers.

"Vermi, Vermi, come and see!"

We arrived in the basement and, miraculously, a dream mechanical workshop: Generators, lathes, milling machines, wire drawing, foundry, forge, electrical and electronic workshop. AN OSCILLOSCOPE!

Wouaaaaaaaah! Everything you need to hold a siege.

And here's a chemistry lab! Technical books and notes. Engines.

I knew all that and an armoury!

A dream come true for me!

Now we have to figure out how to secure it all. And I go up to the radio room: a radio room: and manacoms! Yes, I see, it's like a galena set, but the energy isn't electric, it's mana!

Storage wristbands!

After having made the tour, I look on the map and it's a pity, the fortress could resist to sieges but not of a whole country, or even 2

"IGNAR, HERE!" I shouted at him!

The Red Baron landed in front of us and we wanted only one thing: To settle the score:

Falkor, Aqua, Fuchur, Auberone came out with fangs out and ready to fight.

"Stop it, he's not worth it anymore. But every dragon counts now. Good, bad, smart or dumb, young or old, EVERY DRAGON LIFE COUNTS!

Ignar, and the other 2, you will go around the kingdom by making circles in the radius here: dragons will be attracted to the capital. LOOK AT THE MAP WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU. THIS IS ABOUT YOUR SURVIVAL TOO!

You will intercept, stun or drag as many dragons as you can and bring them back HERE! Here are 5 anti-magic necklaces. I'll try to make more.

To save a species you need 160 individuals! There are eight of us!

You run into dragon hunters? Run away. Don't try to kill the men. You kill 1, 10 come back. There's no end to it.

Falkor and Aqua, get out of here, too! Fuchur, Auberone and I will make terrible weapons.

I knew the nitroglycerin method, but Morthales forgot the catalysts and limestone needed to stabilize the nitroglycerin.

I quickly restarted the mechanic shop and finished an 88mm cannon that I would convert into a dragon sniper rifle.

There was no raw material to make a siege but we could do a lot of damage.

At the capital, Profion activated his scepter and the soldiers waited.

A group of vampire dragons spun around and landed in the pit...

It was a massacre

The scene looked like a whaler catching a whale. The dragon hunters got some experience. so

The crowd gave a standing ovation to Profion.

Ignar came from afar and saw the show, but he wasn't the only one to see.

On my side, I was tinkering with a manacom and picked up the engines from the stock and saw that we could make steppers.

There were cathode lamps and I modified some of them to make cathode transistors and Diodes.

Then I mounted a mana transmitter and a mana receiver. The motors lined up on the transmitter. I then added half moons to make invertible stops and I finally developed a guidance system.

They had started to make V2s but the V2 had no guidance system, only a gyroscope. I added to the gyroscope a mana detector aligned with a mana emitter.

Then I asked Leucaruth to drop the mana emitting stones on the roofs of the royal quarters, the royal guards and the dragon hunters' quarters.

They did the same for the Talmor and the council chambers.

Other dragons were executed in this way.

Ignar and the four others managed to bring back about ten dragons, the relatives too hard to bring back. A magnificent dragon arrived, a hybrid dragon-wolf. He joined our cause. But for every dragon saved, three or four dragons perished.

Indeed, the Talmor and the entire empire was on our heels.

The dragons were subdued and chained, and then it was the day of the great execution.

Ten dragons would perish.

The hunting corpses resounded throughout the kingdom and from that day on, there were no more dragon dens, they had all been plundered, the eggs confiscated. The gold was flowing. But the government was in charge, the gold was spent and came back into the state coffers through taxes and after 5 or 6 transactions, the gold came back into the coffers in full and it started a new cycle.

The dragon rush became the gold rush.

On the big day of the execution, the whole clique was gathered to watch the killing of the dragons. They were bound in chains and all were crying.

Then from my control room, I pushed a button...

5, 4, 3, 2, 1,0

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 GB!

Then a third and finally a fourth.

The executioner finally arrived with an axe and the dragons were dragged to a mechanism that kept them immobile.

The whole crowd could see them contorting under the beam, their heads immobilized and only able to spit in one direction.

The executioner would position himself at carotid level and cut them with an axe.

He raised the axe and the people applauded and he looked at the king, and as he lowered the axe, a white light followed by four others illuminated the castle and the platform.

Phosphorus burst into a sheaf of fireworks.

Then the sound of thunder and human porridge.

A carnage without a name.

The council was killed instantly. People vaporized under the heat and the aluminothermic charge I'd concocted.

The king and his clique pulverized and the entire royal guard destroyed.

The castle was disintegrated. Bombs fell inside, guided by the mana coms and exploded from within, throwing stones, rocks and beams into the air and sideways

What wasn't blown was burning.

But, miraculously for him, Profion had survived thanks to his permanent dragon protection.

The trapped dragons didn't wait for the rest. They flew to our sanctuary.

Total war was on.

The good thing is, the scepter was pulverized in the first explosion.