Planta had arrived at the scene with everyone else, at long last! Bringing with herself the Fangs of the other Great Dragons, all ingredients were ready to recreate Gram once more. While Fafnir was still slightly confused and in pain from two of his eyes being destroyed, she quickly ran towards the dwarves.
"We need to quickly repair Gram! Richard! Did you bring the piece along?!" She asked desperately.
"Yes! B-But we need to go to my atelier first! We cannot repair it without an Alchemy Cauldron- Ah!" He was quickly shocked as Acorn arrived right at the side of the little Planta, summoning his alchemy cauldron.
"I think this should be enough! Let me help out as well! Three alchemists are faster than one, right?" Acorn smiled.
"Wait, Lady Planta's an Alchemist as well?!" Richard was left perplexed.
"I am!" Planta nodded. "And I can also do this… {Alchemy Spirit Summon}!"
Suddenly, much like the Cooking Spirits, Planta summoned Alchemy Spirits with her unique Subclass Skills! Dozens of tiny potion, cauldron, witch hat, and glasses shaped spirits appeared one after another, as they quickly carried Richard with themselves.
"Everyone else has to run away! Our party will distract Fafnir until we can get this done with!" Planta ordered everyone to quickly evacuate.
"B-But…! Dainn cried.
"King Dain, trust us!" Planta nodded.
"Leave this to us." Titan said.
"Yes please, you have to escape while you can!" Lily insisted.
"Leave that butt-ugly bastard to us." Rita smiled.
"Yeah!" Jenny nodded.
King Dainn glanced at the scene, feeling rather moved by the valiant and heroic nature of these Players, he nodded, quickly standing back up.
"Everyone, retreat! Let's go!" He ordered. "And Brisingra…"
"I'm staying!" Brisingra said. "I am the only one here that can control the barrier, father." She said. "Please, trust me."
"I do." Her father said. "I know I can't stop you anymore, but your strength and your unyielding spirit… You've already proven yourself to me, my daughter. It hurts me to leave you behind, but I know I can trust them, and your strength as well."
"Thank you father, I promise to not disappoint you!" Brisingra said, almost moved to tears. "Everyone, do you mind if I join?"
"Well, it seems you can wield the sword of my queen, for some reason." Nieve sighed. "But fine, come along."
"Don't be too reckless, attack from afar, if possible." Said Titan.
As everyone else retreated, Planta and Acorn moved to an underground room in a random house, where they could do their alchemy in peace.
"Let's begin!" Said Planta, quickly taking out the gigantic fangs. "Are these alright to use?"
"Y-Yes, they sure are!" Nodded Richard in disbelief. "And with this…" He took out Gram's other half. "It might truly be possible…"
"Let's do it! How do we start?" Acorn wondered.
"First, we have to refine all the fangs into a single blade!" Richard said, quickly taking out several ores inside of his inventory. "But these ores… I don't know if they could be enough!"
"Don't worry, we've got the dragon's bones, scales, and claws as well! I'm sure they're harder than most of those ores, aren't they?" Planta smiled.
"With that… Certainly! Now… Let's slowly mix the materials together! {Synthesis}!"
Meanwhile, while Planta, Acorn, and Richard began to reconstruction of Gram using their materials, Fafnir glanced at the newcomers with a furious expression.
The four eyes he had left glowed bright red in anger, emanating menacing auras. He had already grown rather exhausted of playing around but was honestly shocked when Brisingra used a strange power to hurt his eyes.
"You… I can smell it within your weapons… The blood of my Great Dragons." Fafnir laughed. "So the ones that slay them are finally here. You took your time, huh? A few more minutes, and I could had leveled this entire place."
"What drives you so such madness?!" Asked Nieve angrily. "You were once the King of this Kingdom! What have these people done to you to deserve your anger and vengeful fury?! You're simply insane! Why do you seek to hurt innocents?!"
"Why?!" Laughed Fafnir. "This Kingdom, in ancient times, could never satiate itself. And alongside its needs, my greed grew as well. I was tired too, of these leeches. Of these "innocent" people you call! I hate them!
They're just parasites that leech off their king's riches!"
"You're just really selfish, turning into a dragon has made you go completely mad." Said Brisingra. "It is a king's obligation to help and serve their civilians! You're a selfish monster!"
"Yes, I am! And I don't fear hiding it! I was given this power, because I always deserved something much better than serving you lowly insects! I am the great dragon king of greed! Invincible, all powerful! Gahaha… HAHAHAHA!
And all of you are mere trash in front of my mighty strength!" Fafnir was a complete, insane megalomaniac.
Without even desiring to hold a proper conversation, or anything at all, he swiftly charged towards them all, he wasn't someone redeemable. It wasn't as if he suffered on his past either… He was simply mad, selfish, greedy, and monstrous.
And as someone selfish and greedy, no matter how much he gathered, or stole, or acquired, he always wanted more, he never had enough. He wanted more and more and more!
"{Abyssal Nether Claws}!"
Both of his claws glowed with tremendous quantities of Nether and Darkness, as he swung them vertically and horizontally at the same time.
The resulting slash of dark auras reached the opposing group, hitting the ground and shattering it into pieces, creating a loud commotion!
The cracks that emerged from his attacks erupted with darkness and nether, attempting to reach Titan and everyone else mercilessly.
"Drown into the Nether and Darkness of the Abyss!!!" He laughed.
"{Beast Totem Spirit Magic}: {Celestial Eagle Totem Spirit Summon}!"
From within his body of wood, an enormous eagle-shaped totem spirit emerged, overflowing with Holy Light Elemental Aura, and ferociously crying.
By rapidly moving its wings, a storm of Holy Light Feathers impacted the nether and darkness coming in, swiftly purifying it all!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOOM!