Chapter 2049: 2049. Lost Piece Of History
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Chapter 2049 2049. Lost Piece Of History
"I weep my blood on these runes. Behold my tears. Behold my soul. Behold the last of what I was..." Remey and Midnight noticed the slight red tint under the runes. They were not res because of their vampiric and draconic nature. No, they were red because they carried the very mana left behind from a dragon that had given the remainder of its lifespan, mana, and more to these runes to protect an egg. Through the attacks from vampiric monsters, this egg remained. Through the test of time, this egg remained. "Midnight, it saws to shed tears of blood. That might mean to bleed on it. We both have the right blood for it." Midnight was already moving. Remey had to catch up to her since Midnight was already holding a hand over the pedestal. Both used their sharper nails to make a single small cut on their hands. Noth their instincts said this was right and their own intuition. While the others of the party might think them crazy, this was clearly the right thing to do. When a drop of their blood hit the runes in the air, they shattered and crumbled away. The blood hit the red and black egg on the pedestal. Mana rushed toward it instantly. Darkness mana and a more mysterious form of mana that Midnight and Remey felt was similar to life mana. Regardless of that, the red and black lines on the egg glowed a few times before going dormant again. But now, the two could feel a slight connection with the egg. Like they knew it would hatch and that it was awakened in a way. A slight cry of mana came from the egg. It was like it was wishing for more mana. For it to be able to be brought somewhere more befitting of its affinity. Like it was crying out to a mother that was no longer there. "We are taking it with us, right?" Remey looked at Midnight's resolute nodding. They both had the same instincts. The same desires. Whether they had found this egg and it would be a good thing or not, they would care for it. They would ensure that the little life within had a chance. That whatever history was lost would have a chance to blossom again. They believed this with all that they were. If they could be seen by the ancient vampire dragon that had perished here in sacrificing all that it was, then it would be praising them. The pride for the dragon race in all that it was no matter what was still strong. That even those that were not necessarily born dragons were upholding it beyond a benefit of the doubt. Midnight hugged the egg. She believed that between her and Remey, that they would succeed in protecting this little one. The only thing that weighed in their minds were the other dragons. How would they react to yet another piece of lost history that even their eldest dragon did not recall. The dragon that literally kept their history had no knowledge of such a dragon species existing from so many years ago. It would break their mentalities. ...
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Chapter 2049 2049. Lost Piece Of History
"I weep my blood on these runes. Behold my tears. Behold my soul. Behold the last of what I was..." Remey and Midnight noticed the slight red tint under the runes. They were not res because of their vampiric and draconic nature. No, they were red because they carried the very mana left behind from a dragon that had given the remainder of its lifespan, mana, and more to these runes to protect an egg. Through the attacks from vampiric monsters, this egg remained. Through the test of time, this egg remained. "Midnight, it saws to shed tears of blood. That might mean to bleed on it. We both have the right blood for it." Midnight was already moving. Remey had to catch up to her since Midnight was already holding a hand over the pedestal. Both used their sharper nails to make a single small cut on their hands. Noth their instincts said this was right and their own intuition. While the others of the party might think them crazy, this was clearly the right thing to do. When a drop of their blood hit the runes in the air, they shattered and crumbled away. The blood hit the red and black egg on the pedestal. Mana rushed toward it instantly. Darkness mana and a more mysterious form of mana that Midnight and Remey felt was similar to life mana. Regardless of that, the red and black lines on the egg glowed a few times before going dormant again. But now, the two could feel a slight connection with the egg. Like they knew it would hatch and that it was awakened in a way. A slight cry of mana came from the egg. It was like it was wishing for more mana. For it to be able to be brought somewhere more befitting of its affinity. Like it was crying out to a mother that was no longer there. "We are taking it with us, right?" Remey looked at Midnight's resolute nodding. They both had the same instincts. The same desires. Whether they had found this egg and it would be a good thing or not, they would care for it. They would ensure that the little life within had a chance. That whatever history was lost would have a chance to blossom again. They believed this with all that they were. If they could be seen by the ancient vampire dragon that had perished here in sacrificing all that it was, then it would be praising them. The pride for the dragon race in all that it was no matter what was still strong. That even those that were not necessarily born dragons were upholding it beyond a benefit of the doubt. Midnight hugged the egg. She believed that between her and Remey, that they would succeed in protecting this little one. The only thing that weighed in their minds were the other dragons. How would they react to yet another piece of lost history that even their eldest dragon did not recall. The dragon that literally kept their history had no knowledge of such a dragon species existing from so many years ago. It would break their mentalities. ...
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Chapter 2049 2049. Lost Piece Of History "I weep my blood on these runes. Behold my tears. Behold my soul. Behold the last of what I was..." Remey and Midnight noticed the slight red tint under the runes. They were not res because of their vampiric and draconic nature. No, they were red because they carried the very mana left behind from a dragon that had given the remainder of its lifespan, mana, and more to these runes to protect an egg. Through the attacks from vampiric monsters, this egg remained. Through the test of time, this egg remained. "Midnight, it saws to shed tears of blood. That might mean to bleed on it. We both have the right blood for it." Midnight was already moving. Remey had to catch up to her since Midnight was already holding a hand over the pedestal. Both used their sharper nails to make a single small cut on their hands. Noth their instincts said this was right and their own intuition. While the others of the party might think them crazy, this was clearly the right thing to do. When a drop of their blood hit the runes in the air, they shattered and crumbled away. The blood hit the red and black egg on the pedestal. Mana rushed toward it instantly. Darkness mana and a more mysterious form of mana that Midnight and Remey felt was similar to life mana. Regardless of that, the red and black lines on the egg glowed a few times before going dormant again. But now, the two could feel a slight connection with the egg. Like they knew it would hatch and that it was awakened in a way. A slight cry of mana came from the egg. It was like it was wishing for more mana. For it to be able to be brought somewhere more befitting of its affinity. Like it was crying out to a mother that was no longer there. "We are taking it with us, right?" Remey looked at Midnight's resolute nodding. They both had the same instincts. The same desires. Whether they had found this egg and it would be a good thing or not, they would care for it. They would ensure that the little life within had a chance. That whatever history was lost would have a chance to blossom again. They believed this with all that they were. If they could be seen by the ancient vampire dragon that had perished here in sacrificing all that it was, then it would be praising them. The pride for the dragon race in all that it was no matter what was still strong. That even those that were not necessarily born dragons were upholding it beyond a benefit of the doubt. Midnight hugged the egg. She believed that between her and Remey, that they would succeed in protecting this little one. The only thing that weighed in their minds were the other dragons. How would they react to yet another piece of lost history that even their eldest dragon did not recall. The dragon that literally kept their history had no knowledge of such a dragon species existing from so many years ago. It would break their mentalities. ... ....NvlRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Novln.
