Onyxia spat out her threats before immediately turning to leave.
Cunning as she was, she had already realized her current state—facing the siege of several powerful opponents, she stood no chance.
Thus, she decisively abandoned her goal and fled without hesitation. Her previous skirmish with the four was merely a distraction to cover her escape.
Now that the opportunity had arrived, she wasted no time. Dignity as a dragon? She had no regard for such things.
Faced with Onyxia's actions, Alaric could only offer a wry smile.
Perhaps this was what set the Black Dragon Princess apart—compared to ordinary dragons, she possessed a far greater intelligence.
However, even though he had not anticipated her appearance, Alaric had made ample preparations to deal with dragons.
Now, it was time to put those preparations to use.
Without hesitation, he swiftly pulled out a magical scroll from his dragonhide bag and activated it immediately.
In the next moment, before Onyxia could fly far, she let out a startled scream. She felt an invisible force firmly binding her wings, rendering them useless.
The next second, she plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily into the ground with a loud thud.
For a long moment, she struggled before managing to climb to her feet.
"It's... an anti-flight spell... damn it."
Onyxia cursed under her breath. She was well aware of this magic. The instant she lost her ability to fly, she knew she had been caught.
But anti-flight spells were large-scale magic, difficult to counter. She could only accept her fate.
Fortunately for her, she had just begun her escape and hadn't flown too far or too high. Otherwise, she might have fallen to her death or broken her bones. Given her current weakened state, such a fate was entirely possible.
If the esteemed Black Dragon Princess were to die from falling, she would be the laughingstock of dragonkind.
That said, her relatively low altitude had allowed Alaric's spell to take effect. Had he acted even a second slower, she would have escaped its range.
Even though she managed to stand, the abrupt fall had inflicted some damage.
The anti-flight spell had robbed her of any chance to stabilize herself mid-air.
Feeling the pain coursing through her body, Onyxia realized her situation was dire.
Under normal circumstances, such injuries would heal quickly. But this was different. She was in the middle of a battle, surrounded by enemies. Would they give her the time to recover?
Of course not. The next second, she felt a cold sensation at the back of her neck once again.
This time, however, the orc rogue was much more ruthless and aggressive.
Alongside the chill of metal, she felt warm liquid trickle down her back, seeping between her wings.
It was blood—the dagger had sliced into her flesh. Yet, judging by the sensation in her neck, she barely felt the wound at all.
Indeed, those daggers were both sharp and deadly.
With such weapons pressed against her vital spots, Onyxia had no choice but to surrender.
"Um... you're Garona, right? Your weapons are too dangerous. Can you... move them away a little? I swear I won't resist."
The once-proud Black Dragon Princess now spoke in a pitiful tone, her swift and natural shift in demeanor almost unbearable to witness.
Not only was she cunning, but she also had no shame whatsoever.
Even the cold and ruthless Garona was briefly caught off guard by her words. However, she quickly regained her indifferent expression.
"This time, I won't believe you again."
"Oh, come on, Miss Garona. Earlier, I deceived you because we didn't know each other well. But now that we understand each other's identities and strengths, I sincerely admit defeat..."
When Alaric arrived moments later, he was met with the shameless Black Dragon Princess tirelessly attempting to coax and persuade Garona into loosening the grip of "Kingslayer" against her throat.
Onyxia's sly and pragmatic nature amused Alaric. He cleared his throat to interrupt her and spoke.
"Give it up, Lady Onyxia. We won't underestimate you in any way. I fully understand the power of a Black Dragon, so from now on, I'll take every possible measure to prevent you from escaping our control."
"Why so cruel..." Onyxia lowered her head in feigned sorrow. "Can't you just let me go? I swear I won't go against you again."
"Only a fool would trust a Black Dragon's words, especially the princess of the Black Dragons." Alaric scoffed as he took out a pair of mithril handcuffs and secured Onyxia's wrists before proceeding to bind her with various spells.
First, he sealed her magic. Then, he restricted her physical strength. As her power faded, she reverted from her half-dragon form—her wings, tail, scales, and claws disappearing as she returned to her human-like appearance.
Next, she realized she had lost her innate Black Dragon connection to the earth. Additionally, Alaric blocked her ability to teleport or communicate telepathically with others.
Under Alaric's layers of sealing magic, Onyxia had become entirely powerless, posing no threat to anyone. No one—not even Alaric himself—could secretly contact or transport her away.
"That should do for now," Alaric muttered, frowning slightly. "The current conditions are too rough. Many spell components and ritual sites aren't available. We'll complete the remaining seals once we return."
"More... seals?" Onyxia nearly broke down upon hearing that. "Is this really necessary? This is pure madness! Can't you show a little mercy?"
"You're the Black Dragon Princess," Alaric replied. "Even if it were a succubus, I wouldn't be this cautious."
"Oh, well, thank you so much for the attention!" Realizing escape was impossible, Onyxia gave up struggling and resorted to sarcasm.
"Fine, I admit my bad luck. Now that I'm in your hands, what do you plan to do with me?"
"What will I do with you?" Alaric glanced at the woman before awkwardly looking away. "Shouldn't you put on some clothes first before discussing that?"
"Oh? Don't you find me beautiful?" Seeing his reaction, Onyxia puffed out her chest in triumph, as if she had won a round. "Or... are you just shy, little virgin?"
"Don't provoke me!" Alaric scoffed. "Remember, you're my prisoner now."
"Is that so?" Onyxia purred seductively. "If you don't like it, why don't you prove it~?"
Alaric chuckled coldly. "Shut up, dragon. We're in the wilderness. If you say another word, I'll find some wild beasts to keep you company. I hear Grim Batol still has plenty of orcs..."
"Fine, fine!" Onyxia quickly interrupted, panic flashing in her eyes. "Just give me some clothes already. Boring man. I curse you to never find a wife."
"Give up, dragon. Lord Sandor has more lovers than you can imagine."
As Alaric pulled clothes from his dragonhide bag and handed them to Onyxia, the long-silent Garona suddenly spoke.
Her words left both Onyxia and Alaric speechless.
Moments later, Onyxia burst into laughter.
"I take back my words, mage. You're far more interesting than I thought..."
"Shut up, dragon!"
Alaric and Garona snapped in unison.
Faced with two fearsome individuals, Onyxia reluctantly fell silent and obediently dressed herself.
When Kurdran and Vereesa arrived, they found the once-mighty Black Dragon Princess standing meekly beside Alaric and Garona, fully clothed and exuding the demeanor of a noblewoman once more.
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