Amy Gargantia On The Verdurous Planet Novels & Stories

All eyes lifted to the moon as the dragon’s massive form came between the satellite and the earth. He stopped mid-flight, opening his mouth and giving another roar, a blaze of fire shooting out of his mouth and heating the air around him. The fire hung there for a moment and then went out. Most of the people in the tower shirked and backed up, but not Nya. She took a step forward, closer to the opening, staring the dragon down, not that he could see her or take note of a small woman in a ball gown. He should take note of her, though. Someday, he would have to deal with her, she vowed that to herself and to Gavin.

Please watch over us, and if you happen to be friends with Goddess Sekhmet, maybe put in a good word for us… I stopped pacing and moved toward the glass where I could see everything happening outside. The surrounding ships were stationary, clearly watching over us. I wasn’t surprised—after all, the two Emperors who ruled over them were aboard. I looked at the massive planet, and even at a glance, you could already tell that most of it was made of landmass. The green parts of the planet were where the other resident species lived. I was told it was a rainforest, and there was an agreement between the two races for the importation of Raggon berries from there, which they paid a high price for.

“Then, every time Argo changes form, does he become that terrifying red dragon?” “I think so. The formula must be immortal in Argo’s body. Fortunately, Argo is so powerful and can return to human form. If we give the red orchid formula to ordinary animals, they will become giants. However, it cannot return to its normal form. A great and dangerous formula.” Leya shuddered in fear. She imagined if all the giant beasts in the forest of Nicundhra had turned into giant monsters. Indeed, the world had to be destroyed soon.

The countdown hit zero, but the Earth did not simply shatter. It screamed. A deafening, tectonic groan tore through the bedrock of Manhattan. The plaza beneath Jack Sterling’s boots splintered like fragile glass, revealing a terrifying abyss of boiling magma and pulsing, corrupted red light. The planetary drill had done its job. It had pierced the mantle and aggravated the Genesis Seed—a primordial entity slumbering within the Earth’s core. Massive, molten tendrils thicker than skyscrapers erupted from the chasm, reaching toward the sky with a blind, destructive hunger.

I laughed loudly, making Atlas turn quickly around. My laughter bounced off the walls of the cavern and into the water itself, which seemed to grow in heat as though it enjoyed my laughter. Atlas stood silent, his eyes venturing no further than my neck. His eyes were no longer cloudy, but a dazzling shade of white-blue; lighter than the water we swam in. Atlas looked better than ever, just as Micah had said. All of the stress and fatigue had been wiped from him. His skin was his usual porcelain pallor, and his hair was its blinding shade of platinum blonde. Whatever the journey had done to him, the magic within the water erased it all.

Santiago waved his hand, and three planets appeared in the middle of the table, one of them had a lot of activity: ships entering and exiting, space stations orbiting it, great battles in the atmosphere, and a metropolis in its red moon. The second one was a lot calmer: green forests spanning thousands of meters, mountains tall enough to reach the stratosphere, turtles with countries on their backs, there were spaceships, but in less quantity than the first. Finally, there was a cold and dead planet: all the landmass covered in snow, the oceans were either deadly still or had storms big enough to be seen from the space, a turtle much bigger than the ones in the second planet carried an enorm