Chapter 537 [537]...is a dead dragon.

Chapter 537 [537]...is a dead dragon.

"... You?"

He felt nothing in his mouth, nor in the artifact embedded in his tongue. He felt no echo in the air as his voice was heard by both himself and the one who held a blade at his neck.

Furthermore, he didn't feel...like he had spoken at all, yet he heard his own voice.

That led him to the conclusion he was talking to himself.

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm Haha.

The lack of mana had driven him insane, and he had figured it out. He was talking to himself, or in his mind.

But the feeling of the blade on his neck was real, he knew that at least. Just as various conjectures appeared in his thoughts, he heard the voice again.

"A pathetic state you've been reduced to."

He glanced at the blade on his neck, surprisingly, he no longer felt the restraints that kept his body in place, but...he still couldn't move. He felt nothing binding him, but he still was unable to move even the tiniest bit.

"It is you..."

He recognized the blade, and the voice. The infamous Mohei Jian, that was consumed by his own spear, and it's owner...

The man who was the first to witness and fight his full form, and to this date had been the only one.

The Heavenly Demon, Ma Cheon.

"How..."

He remembered he killed this man, and had his corpse buried under the rubble and snow of his own mountain. But here he was, standing right behind him and wielding his malicious blade. He felt his proud crimson blood drip down his neck and onto the darkness below. Disappearing into it.

"Are you proud?"

He heard Ma Cheon speak, but was unable to put forth a response. He wondered.

What do you mean?

What exactly do you mean by that?

He was still wondering if this was a dream or not, but with each passing second the impossibility that was this situation being real was coming to light.

"Are you proud, oh dragon?"

"What do you mean?"

In the end, he asked the man himself, Not even expecting a response. He begrudgingly stared at the ground.

"So is this it?"

With a soft voice, he asked.

"Is this it? Is this how you have come to believe your legacy to end?"

Alan laughed in his mind, Legacy? What legacy?

"Do you not seek revenge?"

He laughed yet again, He knew the moment he died something else, something much more sinister would take hold and would probably get revenge him, whether it was intended or not.

But...he didn't want that.

There was still a fire inside his heart that burned...but it was ever so close to being wiped out.

"Is this how...the dragon that destroyed the legacy of Murim will die? Imprisoned...weak...and begging for death?"

Those words of his finally invoked a reaction within him, but how could he use it?

"Do you not have someone you love? Regret? Why not fight for it like I fought for my world?! For the respect and honor of those that were my equals! For the promise I made?"

Numerous faces flashed in front of his eyes. Sabrina, Samantha, His grandparents, Kazikato, Alexander, Lucas...and a few more.

"I..."

He spoke, but this time, he felt as if his tongue had moved!

He gathered his strength, whatever of it was left in his dying body.

"I do...have some regrets..."

"Then why not use them to enliven yourself? To force yourself out of this predicament?!"

"BUT HOW?!"

He yelled back, ferociously, like a beast that had enough. He knew he needed to fight back... Likewise, he knew he needed to do something, but how must he do it?!

Ma Cheon's blade shone with a black light, an energy Alan yearned for but knew could never acquire.

"The blood of a heavenly beast that wielded aura like it was mana to you dragons runs within you...and so does my soul. You are not powerless...you must realize that."

But before Alan could ask how, he felt a sharp impact on his chin, and heard the voice of the man who put him here and in this condition.

"Shut up."