Chapter 306: The Most Important Question (1/2)

”Finally… I… reached… the end…” With great difficulties and sheer willpower, Drake eventually reached the end of the downwards slope, reaching the entrance of what seemed to be a large, and completely dark cave.

He was struggling to keep himself standing at this point. The air was hard to breathe, according to Mort there was an unknown type of energy, something even he couldn't process. Permeating, lingering in the atmosphere around them. He didn't doubt that, as although the only reliable source of lighting came from the strange bioluminescent moss on the walls and from Mort who at this point only flashed dimly, every now and then. It was clear that his reserves were close to being depleted, the soul living inside the majestic, ornate sword wouldn't be able to keep up much longer.

A faint, hollow flash signaled another message being transmitted to Drake's mind, who upon receiving it sighed with a saddened, pained expression.

”Don't worry about me... friend. I know you are tired... I am too... But!... Our goal should be just ahead… Could… could you… che-” Suddenly he felt darkness seeping into the forefront of his mind, his consciousness struggled to resist against the ever-present pressure found all around him. His eyes traveled upwards, Drake fell forward, face-first onto the hard, sturdy cavern ground.

With a loud thud, he kicked off a sizable cloud of dust in the air. As his eyelids slowly closed down, his mind ultimately gave in to the void, he fainted at the entrance, just a couple of rooms away from the boy he desperately wanted to rescue…

The boy in question, Aiden was sitting in front of the stone altar in the golden room. His eyes closed, his mind was still in the midst of processing all the memories of this ancient and eternal being that seemed to be fusing with him.

He was witnessing the very same battle that was shown on the pillars just before… The last struggle, the last roar of Lord Aiden Voragon, the last Grand Protector of the Primals...

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”NO! WE WILL FIGHT TO THE END! FOR OUR BELOVED, FOR LORD AIDEN VORAGON!”

Fervent shouts, powerful roars, and bold exclamations blustered throughout under the vermillion-colored ominous sky.

Facing the crowd, the man in question, Lord Aiden Voragon, the last surviving member of House Voragon, the current and probably last Grand Protector of his people stood still, watching the determined cries of the last remnants of his once populous race.

These were the last survivors, those that stoically resisted this unsurmountable opponent.

Taking a deep breath, Lord Voragon slightly puffed his chest, and with a booming voice he thundered across the battlefield, addressing the small militia that was his army.

He pointed towards the approaching cloud of dust in the distance as he spoke coldly and with undisguised disgust.

”They call us monsters, abominations of nature! Abhorrent evil entities… These are the titles that you all wear!”

He lowered his obsidian sword as he went on.

”I will say: They do not know the meaning of monsters! They are the monsters, the evil demons that culled our numbers, that pushed us to this point!”

With a decisive, sudden strike, he planted his sword into the ground once again, slowly raising his arms in the air at his sides. His eyes kept glowing, radiating that fearsome golden luster. At the next moment, a powerful aura unfolded from within his body, descending the clearing.

Feeling the energy, the power that descended into the area, Aiden was stunned upon the revelation. This aura… This power… was the same that his Innate Skill, the Draconic Heritage, the [Dragon's Wrath] ability provided to him, just on a much higher level…

The lord's wings unfolded, stretching wide across the sky, whilst his thick lizard-like tail vehemently slapped the ground causing the ground around it to cave in.

The fingertips of his gauntlets slid open, revealing several inch long thick, curved ebony claws, something that was also familiar to Aiden himself, however, these had a strange, multicolored glint traversing through their spines.

However, unlike with how Aiden's transformation went the lord didn't stop there. The dragon head shaped helmet's visor shut close, it began to glow similar to a metal being superheated it radiated a deep orange-colored hue.