"Aura wants to be the acting leader?" he intoned; his voice was barely audible over a whisper.
He could notice Aura's eyes never leaving him, although she didn't show that much interest in hearing what he was saying. After all, she always respected boundaries. But not very good at it.
"Does Zy Ashbane want this? As a capable and strong leader, would he want anyone to carry his responsibility? Even his best friend?" he mumbled, shooting a glance at the lotus-gown-dressed dragon.
Why would he, if not Zy Ashbane, but Orion Stonewood, want to follow her suggestion?
As she stated, he feels tightness at so points in his joints. Moreover, so parts ache like a needle was used to poke from the inside – like the side of the abdon.
Perhaps the life drain issue made it seem even a monuntal work to raise a finger. As if an unseen force was working in sync with a colossal weight inside of him that kept every part of his body rooted.
'The stress and everything else is real. But these are things I can handle. I have lived the past eight lives, dying under imnse pain that I don't even want to recall.
This is nothing in comparison. Ultimately, the most important part is to think if the dragon would have accepted if it were still itself.'
However, sothing bolted the side of his head like a physical slap. The idea seed like a vast exterminator, making his initial notion seem unnecessary.
It struck him – this was a realm, a world mainly of fire creatures who kowtow and take orders from just one person. A red, malevolent Western dragon.
Ifrits are known for their overwhelming pride, hellions are known to be exceedingly cunning to go against orders without notice, and salamanders struggle with maintaining control which leads to destruction.
There are other fire spirits and creatures far more dangerous and uncontrollable than them.
However, under the reign of Zy Ashbane, they all followed his orders. Indeed, none of them went down to Earth as he had commanded.
Admiration and respect were definitely among the reasons for that. Besides, who wouldn't be like that towards a dark cultivator with a Voidbound Mage Body?
The Mage Body was simply a transformation of the entire body system relative to ascension in ranks under certain costs.
Similarly, both pure and dark magics set this extraordinary evolutionary trend for their respective practitioners.
While pure magic has more advantages than the latter, there are still limits to its practitioners unlocking their full power because there are rules that govern its use.
Furthermore, there are abominable magics to practice, and precautions too, unlike the unorganized dark magic.
However, dark sorcerers prove more formidable but would be at a disadvantage against a group of pure ones.
'The dragon is gone. Now, it's Orion Stonewood acting for himself. I can't carry any responsibility when I'm not anywhere near goodness at all.
Ultimately, all that matters is what I want and feel, not him. No fire creature here would go against .
Aura is another trustee's lucky card for the ritual to end , a potential one. But there's a lesser possibility that she would harm .
The outco already lies within the lucky cards from the outset. The porridge sellers in my first reincarnation already hated their slave boy, Dennis, before locking him up in the coal room.
While Kelly always felt oppressed by Commander Ronan Walsh, his best friend, being his second in command. He had wanted to receive the main praise every ti they were victorious in a war.
The envy brought him poison his own friend with a slow burn type, after colluding with the enemies.'
A biting sensation coursed through his chest, making its way to his throat. He wanted to clutch his chest, feed off the pain that always had tried, always tried to devour him.
But he resisted. He always had. He took a deep breath, clutching his fist tightly.
He loosened his tight fist afterward. The thoughts had always tornted him; however, he marvels over them just like now.
'This ti, I won't hope for what isn't real from the outset. She can remain in her seat, and I would descend to Earth. Not like the greatest defenders would sit by, seeing the evil dragon threaten their people.
That's Aura for you; she's more resourceful for her dragon friend.'
Without prior notice, Zy rose from the dark stone throne, ignoring the weight, trying to pin him back down. He stepped down the dark stone stairs, feeling a kind of heat building within him with every step.
Getting to a few feet from Aura, who had kept silent since he halted. There on his left-hand side, near one of the golden dragon statues, was a mirror whose silver fra dully shined. It rested against one wall.
The mirror reflected his image – in a red, long cloak that trails the floor behind him, a V-shaped large opening showing his broad chest. Aura looked between him and the mirror.
Her brows furrowed in silent wonder. People really could change – she had thought. Zy was just giving the mirror attention?
He had pale, almost translucent skin covering all, including his chiseled jawline. He had piercing yellow eyes, one which complinted his long, flowing black hair dropping towards thin, arched eyebrows.
At the back of his forearm and around his neck were black dragon-like scales. He had a tall, lean fra; dark trousers flowed downward, pinning closely to his skin.
They tucked into a pair of black leather boots, with black iron belts with ornate buckles bound around his hips.
He had a composed countenance, but with a dreadful hint that contrasted wholly.
Afterward, Zy shifted from the mirror, taking just three feet to stand nearer to Aura. He stared down into her eyes, not avoiding contact like earlier. He was doing this for none other than himself.
He needed to act like the Zy that this white dragon was familiar with. Even though these two people were that close, she would never defy a direct order from the emperor.
Like scouting through the entire realm because the emperor ordered.
Zy stood tall, looking down at none other than soone exuding readiness to take orders from him. She squared her shoulders, eyes hardly taking a blink.
Now, it was just one more step for Zy to take. Or Orin, instead.
His stomach felt sohow empty right away, as though a hard nut had just loosened. When things had gone the way he wanted, he could get away from this mystery. And he would rest in peace.
The significance to him and a walking dead man was equal.
He couldn't die yet, couldn't live either. In his life, the sequence of life and death was concurrent. He must live to die and vice versa.
Till when he was on the brink of death in the septennial respawn, he had thought he could break free from the ritual's curse one day.
But it was the sa thing. Could he have continued hoping when he knew everything was a fib? That everything was pointless?
Was there anyone that had experienced the sa doom? – he always imagined.
Zy thought, raising his palm to Aura's eye level,
'I'm just a pawn in their entire sche. I am clueless as to why he frad my father and why he plunged into this chaos.
My life has no aning – just one owned by a weak and damned human being that dies off imdiately after it respawns. I will bring this to an end already.'
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