1352 Entrust 2 (2/2)
”Garen??!!” he yelled suddenly. ”You're Garen?!!”
His voice reverberated throughout the entire White Dragon Snow Peak suddenly before numerous drawn-out echoes surged out.
White Dragon Snow Peak was completely silent at first before it flared up instantly soon after that. A mere duration of a few short decades was not a long time to the White Dragons. Hence, it seemed as though Garen had only left for a short while.
Numerous White Dragons that were still here flew out one after another before encircling Garen's body in the air.
While he was suspended in mid-air, only ten Adult White Dragons remained among the White Dragons that were circling around him while the rest were all Elder Dragons and Dragon Whelps. Moreover, these Adult Dragons had only recently matured not long ago.
The entire clan had truly weakened to this extent.
”Garen, you've finally returned! There's hope for the clan now!”
”You're the clan's last hope! The Elders, all the Elders have…” wept one of the Young Dragons softly who was a Dragon Whelp previously.
After all, the Dragons who had grown up in the clan were still very sentimental towards the clan.
Meanwhile, most of the Adult White Dragons who had formed at the last moment had already died in battle.
Garen scanned his surroundings but did not see many familiar faces unexpectedly.
”Where are Satwo, Sathree, and Safour?” he asked quietly.
”Big Brother Garen!”
Several Dragon Whelps flew over while the surrounding White Dragon left some space for them. It was really Satwo and the others.
They had grown bigger and looked more mature. Perhaps they would become Young Dragons after more time had passed.
”You've finally returned.” A feeble voice echoed out of the exterior of the dragon herd suddenly.
The White Dragons become silent suddenly and made way for a passage.
An Elder Dragon whose entire body was wrinkled because of age flew inside slowly.
Although he was so old, Garen was still able to vaguely recognize his identity.
”Third Elder…” He had never thought that this Level Nine powerhouse would age like this within a short span of twenty to thirty years. He could see that Third Elder was not far from death anymore… His lifespan was almost exhausted and he was already walking towards the end.
Third Elder was still holding Tiamat's staff in his hands. It represented the dignity of the Gods but it was currently dim and lusterless now.
”It's good that you've returned…” Third Elder looked at Garen. He used his gaze to entrust something complicated to him but there was also a deep gladness tinged there.
”My only aspiration, dream, and desire was to establish a clan where White Dragons could live peacefully… They objected in the beginning and imprisoned me but now that my energy is almost exhausted, it's unfortunate that I may not be able to see this dream anymore…” said Third Elder in a quivering voice. ”Since Reyman has defected, our only hope is you…”
He reached his claw out and passed the staff to Garen.
”I was waiting for you all along… The prophecy told me that you would surely return.”
Garen did not take the staff but stared at Third Elder instead. He had already started to release a deathly aura from his soul now. That was the disastrous effect that was caused by exhausting his soul excessively. It appeared that he had released a certain type of great energy that was enough to wreck his soul during the previous war.
Despite everything, he actually had a faint feeling when he was previously in the clan that Reyman was perhaps the Child of the General Trends and the center that all fate revolved around.
He would inevitably leave the clan. However, he did not show any intentions of returning even when the clan was so weak.
”Are you… unwilling?” Third Elder laughed bitterly. ”That's true, it'll be easy for me once I leave but you'll be forced to take over this awful mess… I'm asking for too much… I…”
”I'm declining the Divine Staff only to represent that I'm not accepting Tiamat's faith,” said Garen in a low voice.
He reached his hand out suddenly and grabbed the staff.
Pop!
He squeezed the crystal ball on the top of the staff that represented Tiamat and crushed it.
”I am me and Tiamat is Tiamat.” Garen glanced at Third Elder's shocked expression and the surrounding crowd of White Dragons that were absolutely silent.
Garen lifted the staff suddenly within the White Dragon Clan that had nowhere to go at this moment.
”From this day onwards, I'm the Leader of the clan. Does anyone have any objections?”
No one made any noise. The White Dragons who were slightly stronger had left and abandoned this clan already.
The sound of the snowstorm was the only thing that could be heard at this time.
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In the underground part of a certain abandoned church in the center of a faraway empire at the same time.
A deep black silhouette burrowed out from underground and seeped into Reyman's mouth, eyes, ears, and nose slowly.
Reyman's dragon body shook violently while contorted, pained, and resigned looks flashed across his eyes. Nonetheless, he persevered determinedly from beginning to the end.
”Only by complying with the ancient will… can your final wish come true…” Numerous noises narrated in his mind in various languages.
Reyman's dragon body was currently turning black quickly at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. It was not the black shade of Black Dragons but another kind of black that did not have a single trace of luster.
The fate of the world gradually induced different trustees.
Meanwhile, several black figures were madly invading the bodies of various beings in more than ten other places.
Similarly, several True Soul Demon Masters were stepping out gradually in various Void Crevices in the world before invisible and transparent Forces of Cause and Effect entangled and gathered around their bodies slowly.