81 Dragon God Ingra POV (1/2)

There is no doubt about it.

This suffocating presence. This overwhelming magical energy.

This is the Dragon God Ingra!

No, not the Dragon God himself. Only a sliver of his essence and powerful intent, projected as an astral entity from my master. Because if Ingra is here in person, everything in this room and the surrounding miles, including myself and the village would have been reduced to ash.

His presence is the like sun itself, incinerating everything and reducing everything to cinder.

I should know. I was there when Ingra approaches the Great Garden where my parents had lived. His every step turns the earth into flowing lava. His every breathe burns the world away. And with a flap of his wings, the Great Garden becomes but a burning hatred.

This is the might of a Great God, unrelenting and uncompromising. All that below them will be washed away by their power. Even the Goddess of Moon herself does not appear in the mortal world in person on the account of the destruction she will bring forth.

But what is Ingra doing here!? Why is a fragment of his power inside my master?

”M…master!”

I call out to my master, as his entire body is engulfed in the divine flames that cannot be extinguished by any mortals. It will never die.

Seeing that, I fear for the worst.

But to my amazement, master did not perish like so many others from memory. Master did not scream even when his flesh melts off his body. He does not yield even though he is under unfathomable pain and suffering. The divine flames do not burn on the physical plane, but also in the spiritual plane.

His soul is suffering as much as his body. Yet – Master shows no fear, no aguish?

Is this the might of God?

”Fucking dragon. When the fuck did you place a curse on me!? Goddamn it!”

Master shouts something in his divine tongue before everything change in an instant. It might be the magic of his world. The magic of science?

The astral projection of Ingra vanishes like it is but an illusion. And my master is sitting on the couch with an annoyance expression.

His body is uninjured.

A dream…? No. It was real. But the room!? Even if master could heal himself and suppress the essence and intent of a Dragon God with his willpower, why is the room remained unmolested.

It was burning just a moment ago.

The only explanation I can think of is somehow, time has been rewound. This only happens in legends, in the time when the Black Mage walks the land.

But then why can I still remember? I should not remember if time has rewound.

”Master…?”

I drop to his side, attempting to tend him.

Master smiles warmly at me and pats my hands gently. He is a God. There is no doubt about that, but unlike the Dragon God, only warmness radiates from him, enticing my heart.

Even the Goddess herself did not elicit this emotion. In her presence, there is only utter tranquility. It feels somewhat hollowed.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

”Tell me, Eliana. Who is the Dragon God Ingra?”

Master wants to know.

And I reveal what I know of the Dragon God to him.

I have only met Ingra one time as a child. I was spared like the others because Ingra shows no hostility to me or anyone in the Great Garden. If he did, the dark elves would have been extinct long ago. Ingra was simply wandering the world, searching for something or maybe someone.

The Dragon God did take interest in our Goddess, hoping to meet the Goddess in person.

Sadly, the Goddess never came despite how much we have pleaded and prayed. Ingra decided to seek her out personally. He left afterwards, but the damage had been done.

Most of the elves in the Great Garden had died, meaninglessly. The Great Garden itself becomes a hot and fiery place. The divine flames will never be extinguished unless Ingra desires it so.

”Fucking dragon…”

Master curses. He seems to hold a grudge against the Dragon God. He then smiles at me. This warming smile pierces through my very being and nudges my heart.

I have never felt like this before, not in the thousands upon thousands of years I have lived. The flames that day did not kill me, but it takes away everything I have ever loved. I did not care of any individual since.

”Maybe I will avenge your parents one day. If not, I can bring you some sort of comfort and heal that scar you carry for thousands of years. That is a promise.”

Master assures before asking questions about what had just happened. I didn't hear the question since his vows to avenge my parents constantly echoing in my head. And what did he mean by healing my scar?

I am not injured. There is not a single scar on my body.