"Sigh, this scene… sigh, it's not a blessing to live for so long," the world's will voices this ti were softer than ever. "I can't promise you anything, but I will try my best to save him. Though I'm not strong enough to do that, not before and definitely not now."
Nara didn't know why, but she felt her guardian's voices were speaking to themselves. She remained silent, puzzled and doubted of her stance towards this stranger that she just t. "Is it the legendary love of first eting?" she muttered, before shaking her head and watching Arthur's still body with anticipation.
As for Arthur, he was now imrsed in his own world. After a few monts of stirring up his energy without transforming into a dragon, he felt his soul was sucked towards a tempest like before.
He didn't know how long it passed, yet he knew it would take longer than the few seconds he would stay there.
"It seems this link with the dragonairs elders isn't simple," he muttered, recalling the words of the ancient world's will.
He thought he was eting up with an elder from the dragonair clan, like the master of the bronzed giant clan he knew.
Once he recalled that master, he felt quite annoyed at the deal that wasn't done so far. "Better for him to grant my share, or else…" he muttered to himself recalling the deal he had with the master.
"Boom!"
The next mont his body suddenly crashed into the ground. "This hurts," he complained while leaning on the ground heavily to stand straight.
"Finally you ca," the sound this ti was much more majestic and deep than before. "you caused much trouble for being a son of ours. Tell , did we treat you wrong? Why all this hatred to our teachings?"
Arthut couldn't see the man speaking, yet he knew he wasn't just one. He sensed many eyes falling over his body. He stood and patted on his clothes a couple of tis to remove the dust particles.
"You say you didn't treat ill? How can this be?" he sneered, refusing to succumb to their own logic. "The first mory I had was about a doctor poisoning for his own benefits, a dragonair master of ancient tis. The next thing I recall was about a cursed book with a vengeful dark soul trying to kill . Yet again another dragonair master.
Tell , venerable being of old tis, is this all about the dragonairs? Treason, betrayal, sches, and dirty doings?"
"Impudent child! These all are nonsense!"
"Really? What about this book then?" he took the cleaved book out. "This book was the one who wanted to kill , can you refute this fact?"
"Such insults can't be allowed!"
Suddenly another voice shouted in anger, stirring up a wave of humming around Arthur. "Tsk, even you are scared for to see your faces. What? Afraid I would seek your descendants and kill them?"
"This kid must die! Let kill him!"
"Sit down Gregory, you know the rules," the first voice thundered and his words silenced everyone. "Plus dragonairs aren't all bad," the voice continued while Arthur didn't know the aning of these words.
"Kid, it was said that our ancient ancestor, the founding ancestor, was a good man. I doubt these words myself, yet here you are proving that we have so twisted genes belonging to the good side."
The voice paused before adding:
"As a tradition, and bound by the sacred rules laid down by our esteed ancestors, you are to be tested and we won't interfere. Yet as you can see…" then the voice got deepened, "you caused enough hatred already that I can't honestly control."
"My life is mine, my way is mine, no one has the right to tell what to do and what not to do."
"Yet you shall follow the teachings of your clan."
"A clan that tried to poison and kill ? And now are trying to conspire to kill ?"
"This is your clan, no matter how you did we will still be bound to each other."
"By blood, not deeds."
"Good words, I agree with that," the voice then paused before he added, "so you will be tested. If you are really as you claim, strong and mighty, then your deeds will support your claims. If not, then it's a waste of ti to let you continue to live."
Arthur wasn't fazed with these threats. He ca here prepared for a death and life battle. "Bring it on, anything you throw at I will crush!"
"Good lad, despite being bad would be better," the voice remarked, and Arthur didn't know if he was mocking or praising him.
The next mont he felt a shadow coming out from his body. Like last ti, the monster he absorbed would be summoned.
Except this happened a long ti ago for him!
The monster that appeared in front of him started to slowly take shape. "Per rules we can decide which monsters you shall fight; the ones you absorbed or the ones you killed."
The sound paused, and Arthur had a bad on for that. "And we selected the ones you killed. Per rules, as a first practitioner dragonair, you would be granted a certain level of challenge."
As his words fell, the shadow coming out of his body got thickened, and the shadow of the monster appeared starting to grow broader.
"This isn't a single monster," Arthur remarked, while taking out his bow and arrows.
"You are such a violent boy, a true dragonair lad in the core. Not fully like us, but you carry our bloodlust. You killed many, and from then only the strongest five would appear here."
Arthur grabbed his bow before muttering to himself, "I should take the sword as well."
He knew his sword was now evolving, yet he had no other choice. He had no ti to delve into his garden world and ask Agnus for a good sword. Last ti he t him was just before coming here, where he checked on the legion of monsters he gained and talked a bit with him.
"Your demons will face you now, prove yourself or perish!"
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