Chapitre 669: Chapter 535: A Big Tree

What to do!

What am I supposed to do!

The despair and anxiety were making Yake's already unwell body even worse. His skin was starting to crack and his scales were falling off. His vision was blurring. Everything was spiraling out of control. Tilian had done his best to help him recover, but to little effect. Tilian told Yake that all of these symptoms stemmed from his anxiety, and unless he could calm down, his condition would only worsen.

"Calm down! How on earth am I meant to calm down!"

The frail Black Dragon coughed harshly, blood streaming steadily from his mouth. His once overwhelming vitality seemed to be draining from his body, making him look like an old dragon.

"I know you are worried about the war, Your Majesty, but in my opinion, there is still a chance." Tilian said.

"A chance? My dear friend Tilian! Tell me quickly, what should I do!" Yake implored impatiently, stretching out a claw to grab Tilian, but hesitating at the last second to merely brace him gently.