Fatty Ben clutched onto the thick vertical scales around Sparky’s neck, his heart pounding against his chest like a war drum. He had never experienced anything close to this—flying at unimaginable speed, piercing through clouds as if they were nothing but thin veils.
Fatty’s plump cheeks were stretched back due to the sheer force of the wind. Yet, despite the thrill, he clenched his teeth. This was not a time for enjoyment. This was a mission to save his master Kent, his leader, his friend.
Sparky roared with determination as he flapped his massive wings, tearing through the sky like a golden streak of light. Time was against them, and they both knew that every second counted.
After three and a half hours of nonstop flight at breakneck speed, Sparky finally descended, circling over a glowing mountain shaped like a hawk—Garuda Mountain, the sacred dwelling of divine herbs. The moment Fatty saw the golden peak, his heart swelled with relief.
“We made it! We actually made it!” he yelled over the wind, patting Sparky’s back.
But their happiness didn’t last long.
As soon as they reached the surface, a wave of confusion hit them. The entire mountain was covered in radiant flora, each herb glowing in different colors, emitting scents that were beyond intoxicating. The mountain was alive, pulsating with mana so rich that it felt like stepping into a celestial realm.
“Oh no…” Fatty Ben muttered, scratching his head. “How the hell are we supposed to know which one we need? They all look… magical.”
Sparky, standing beside him, let out a low growl, equally confused.
“There’s no time to waste! If we pick the wrong ones, we’re doomed. But…” Fatty’s eyes gleamed as an idea struck him. “What if we don’t pick at all?”
Sparky tilted his head, confused.
“I’ll use the Garima Spell to grow in size, lift this whole mountain, and take it back with us! That way, we don’t have to waste time selecting!”
Sparky let out an approving roar.
“I’ll carry it, but you’ll have to fly at top speed and get us back before sunset.” Fatty cracked his knuckles, taking a deep breath.
Sparky roared in determination.
Fatty Ben closed his eyes and began chanting the powerful incantation:
“Mahavirya Garima Parvatam Uddharaye!”
(Great Strength of Garima, Lift the Mountain!)
A powerful surge of energy flowed through his body. His muscles expanded, his form grew, and within moments, Fatty Ben stood as tall as the very mountain he aimed to lift. He bent his knees, wrapped his thick fingers around the base, and with a mighty roar, he lifted the entire Garuda Mountain onto his shoulders.
Sparky, witnessing the spectacle, spread his wings to their fullest extent.
Fatty let out a grunt, adjusting his grip. “I can lift it, but I can’t run at full speed while carrying this! You’re gonna have to fly at your fastest!”
Sparky roared in acknowledgment and crouched low, allowing the giant Fatty to step onto his back. The dragon, now bearing an unimaginable weight, flapped his wings with all his might.
The air trembled as the colossal being took off, carrying the entire mountain on his back.
The clouds split apart, and the world below watched in awe as the sight of a flying dragon, carrying an entire mountain, streaked across the sky at terrifying speed.
Back at the battlefield, despair loomed over the human army like a dark cloud.
Amelia, Sony, Lucy, and Maya stood together, their hands clenched, their eyes filled with desperation.
“Where are they? It’s already evening!” Amelia whispered, fear creeping into her voice.
“They should have been back by now…” Lucy added, her fingers gripping the edge of her robe.
Maya, gritting her teeth, whispered, “If Kent dies because of this, I’ll never forgive myself…”
Kent’s body turned blue due to the slow poison and he is experiencing unimaginable pain at the moment.
Madam Clark stood apart from the others, watching the slowly descending sun, her heart weighed down by unbearable anxiety. Her son lay motionless, bound by the wretched poison of the Forbidden Goddess, his body covered in writhing black snakes. The life-bending wizard sat beside him, frail and exhausted, his eyes closed as if awaiting the inevitable.
The entire army stood in solemn silence, their hope fading with each passing moment.
“Where are they?” one of the soldiers murmured.
“Did something happen to Fatty and Sparky?” another asked, his voice trembling.
“They should have returned by now…”
Even the spectators from the spirit world watched in tense anticipation, their eyes locked on the battlefield.
And then… darkness fell.
A terrifying black mist spread across the battlefield, consuming everything in its path.
The demons roared with triumph, mistaking it for the coming of night. Their armies began assembling at the gates, ready to launch the final, merciless attack.
The Forbidden Goddess laughed from within the castle, her golden dagger glowing with sinister energy.
“Fools,” she whispered. “This battle was over before it even began. Your so-called hero is dead.”
The human army trembled, many falling to their knees as the suffocating darkness weighed down on them.
Then—
A brilliant golden light exploded in the sky!
A deafening dragon’s roar shook the heavens.
The battlefield, once cloaked in despair, was now bathed in divine radiance.
All heads turned to the sky.
There, descending like a comet, was Sparky.
On his back stood Fatty Ben, now returned to his normal size, carrying the entire Garuda Mountain.
The crowd erupted in cries of shock and disbelief.
“The mountain… the entire mountain…!”
“They actually brought it!”
Tears flooded Madam Clark’s eyes. “They made it…”
The life-bender wizard gasped in disbelief. “Such a thing… was it truly possible?”
As Sparky touched the ground, Fatty Ben collapsed, breathing heavily.
“The herbs…” he panted, struggling to get the words out. “Take… everything…”
The human army erupted into victorious cheers.
The demons, frozen in terror, watched in disbelief as the humans reclaimed their hope.
The Forbidden Goddess, watching from her throne, felt something she had never felt before—fear.
She clenched her fists. “This changes nothing… Kent will still die.”
But deep inside, a sliver of doubt crept into her heart.
As the golden light of the mountain spread across the battlefield, Kent’s rescue had begun. The life bending wizard climbed onto the garuda mountain and began reaping the useful herbs with trembling hands.