Chapter 3110 End of the Wick (Part 2)

Chapter 3110 End of the Wick (Part 2)

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'I know that it was Valtak's choice to help me unlock the blue flames but this happened because of me.' Lith thought. 'He could have put me down like a rabid dog and get out of the fight unscathed. Instead, Valtak chose to save my life at the cost of his own.'

As for Valeron and Elysia, they weren't familiar with the concept of death but they could feel the warm essence of the old Dragon growing colder and more distant. Solus, Kamila, and the two Guardians did everything they could to soothe the babies but they kept crying, begging the sleeping Wyrm to wake up.

Not far from there, in his lab, Leegaain felt Valtak's light dim. The Father of All Dragons perceived the death of all those who carried his blood and when he could afford it, he mourned for them in the privacy of his lab.

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Somewhere very distant yet very close, at the same time.

Valtak sat up abruptly, like a Dragon waking from a nightmare.

'Where am I and what's this noise?' He could hear the familiar racket of hatchlings wailing in the distance yet there was no one in sight.

The place around him was completely white, making it impossible to tell left from right and up from down. Valtak would have thought the place empty, but his senses perceived the presence of many things and countless people.

They were all around him, just at one hair breadth of distance yet he couldn't see them. It was as though the intense light filling the place blinded him to some things and allowed him to see everything else perfectly.

Like the Dragon that suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Valky!" It was a female dragon, a bit smaller than the Father of Fire with brownish-red scales of the same hue of the color of Elina's hair.

She waved at him her clawed hand, smiling with joy.

"Mom?" The Elder Wyrm froze for a second, his voice cracking with emotion. "Is it really you?"

Four thousand years had passed since Tharma, mother of Valtak, had died, but he still missed her. He still dreamed about her as it had often happened during his millennium-long slumber.

Valtak's mother had been a candidate for the title of Father of Fire but she had stepped down because she was wise enough to recognize her shortcomings compared to the Dragon who had been appointed as Father of Fire before Valtak.

"I share all of her memories and thoughts, though." Mogar said. "Everything I've told you is true. Your mother is waiting for you on the other side and I'm relaying her words."

"The other side?" Valtak was still small, but from Mogar's arms, he could see far.

There was something black on the horizon. Like thunderclouds, but lower and with no flashes of lightning. It was as though a dark mist was slowly devouring the light.

"Yes, hatchling." Mogar nodded. "Do you remember what happened before you came here?"

At those words, the Elder Wyrm's life flashed in front of his eyes. Not just the lessons with Lith and the fight with the Void Demon Dragon. He relived over eleven thousand years in a single instant.

"The souls. The blue flames. My injuries." He patted down his body, expecting to feel pain yet experiencing none.

"Correct." Mogar/Tharma said. "You should be dead by now but you keep clinging to life. Your stubbornness brought you to the Mindscape and me to you."

"What do you mean?" Valtak asked.

"This shouldn't be happening, hatchling." She replied. "This isn't natural. You are refusing death. You are fighting it with your willpower and mana beyond what any normal person can do. Do you know what that means?"

"That I'm turning into an Abomination."

"Correct again." Mogar/Tharma nodded. "I've come to warn you since saving you is not up to me. Only you can decide what to do. You can stay here and turn your back to me. Once you do, the darkness will engulf you.

"Or you can embrace me and pierce through the light, joining your mother. The choice is yours, Valtak, son of Tharma and Dashak, Father of Fire."

The Elder Wyrm heard once again the crying noise and turned toward its source. This time, his Dragon Eyes peered through the veil of Mogar's embrace and the Mindscape.

He bore witness to the events unfolding on the moon's surface but not like any species of Dragon would. He saw everything like Nana had done on her deathbed and like a Guardian did every moment of their lives.