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Bab 300: Chapter 292: E-Rank

"Heretical Endowment, Sepentarus."

Drake consumed the rotating spells around him, his hair flashing in a myriad of colors until eventually they melded together into a brilliant gold.

"Leon, will you make sure that Aralleen and Claire have evacuated the area?"

"You think you're big enough to order me around now?" Leon scoffed, "But yeah I got it. What do you have in mind to take this thing apart anyway? The regeneration we saw is pretty next level, it would take a meteor to blow it apart."

Drake smiled, "Then I'll do just that."

Leon raised a brow then laughed.

"Having magic is pretty fun huh?"

Snapping his fingers a gust of wind took hold of the room, slowly lifting Drake into the air.

"Oh you know it," he grinned, "My imagination is let free, but," he looked over to the still struggling Valor, "It isn't all good…"

Leon threw a jab into Drake's shoulder, "Don't get caught up in what these idiots do. Your magic, is yours. And how you use it is up to you. If you use it for good, use it to kill monsters," Leon grinned, "Or use it for those party tricks you do. It's you, not them doing it."

"You're calling my unbelievably powerful magic. A party trick?" Drake scoffed, "Maybe I should just break your toothpick?"

Leon waved a hand, exiting the room, "Just burn down the tree already, I'm trying to get in a nap before we go try to find someone better to hunt."

Drake shook his head and then raised it to look at the branches of the World Tree far above before taking a look at Valor one last time.

"I'm not as invested in this fight as the others, but working hard has always been my prerogative. Just like that filth from Sandal, sit there and watch as all you've worked for, turns to dust."

He could hear the frantic screaming from the throne as he lifted into the air, powered by his wind magic.

Drake couldn't help but stare in awe of the World Tree that looked just like it was out of a fantasy book. A wide birthed sturdy trunk, with countless branches and vines that seemed to hum with life and power, almost alive, breathing in the air and mana in the surroundings.

The light cutting of the gentle breeze through the branches almost made it seem as if the Tree was whispering in the wind.

Drake quickly came to the peak of the tree, feeling the edge of the barrier surrounding it that he and Leon passed through previously with some effort.

He prepared a spell to puncture the barrier once more but was surprised that it allowed him to pass it without resistance. But once through he found the barrier as hard and solid as metal, preventing him from reentering and allowing him to stand on it without the help of magic.

Drake tapped his foot against it.

"Pretty sturdy aren't we?" he muttered, giving an amused smirk that turned to a solemn expression, "I don't know if you're actually some kind of special creature in the form of a Tree, but Princess Aralleen's admiration for you was real. So out of respect…"

Drake raised a hand to the sky, an orange magic circle spreading out over him and the entirety of the Tree's canopy.

"I will give my all in laying you to rest."

The magic circle ceased growing, bringing forth a viscous orange liquid from its center as it pooled and swirled inward condensing quickly.

After a few short breaths the swirling ball turned into an enormous spinning red hot sphere of power.

Drake raised another hand and this time a deep earthen brown magic circle formed encasing the ball in a jet black shell.

He clasped his hands together a final magic circle of striking yellow thundering into existence as it electrified the small meteor above him.

"The present is here, the past is here… The future is here! Come wind, come lightning!"

Drake roared, bringing down his clenched fists like a hammer, willing the conjured spell to fall from the sky onto the World Tree like a shooting star.

"When the morning star shines, let all the world know the sun's light reaches every corner of the Earth!"

The massive ball of fire, connected with the World Tree's barrier like a hammer striking a gong. The sound of the impact deafening the area with the single blow. The contest between the mighty defensive protection the World Tree granted and the power of Drake's endowment enhanced spell, both fighting in a desperate struggle against one another.

"Piedra! Del! Sol!"

Drake's status dropped significantly, beginning to trickle down even more as the World Tree refused to allow the spell through. His empowered regeneration unable to keep up with the expenditure of fueling the spell.

Drake grunted with effort catching a glimpse of a mass of people exiting the section of the wall Damian had destroyed, joining the small group where he knew Claire was.

He grit his teeth, "This isn't just about taking down this city. It's about announcing to the world there will be no more quarter! I won't stand for my family being hurt anymore! Anyone willing to raise a hand to harm what is mine, will meet overwhelming power!" Drake looked down at the World Tree, the sparks from the fight between him and the barrier obscuring his vision.

However he knew just below Valor still struggled to release himself and the only thing between them was the World Tree.

"It seems I was only puffing out my chest when I said I would give it my all. A measured spell isn't going to take you down is it? Fine!"

Drake pushed off the barrier beneath him, shooting into the sky as he temporarily released his endowment.

Clapping his hands together fifteen magic circles formed, five of red, five of blue, five of white. All producing their respective elements.

"Heretical Endowment! Fire, Water, Ice! Five Fold!"

Drake's regeneration suddenly shot up, topping off his status, but he could feel his body slowly tearing apart just as it had in Sandal.

"I will become the cataclysm that reset the Earth!"

Drake's tattoos hummed with increased power, the gold dancing with the crimson red of his Martial Skill.

"Attunement! Fire!"

Two embers formed magic circles in front of his fists, the flames snaking up his arms.

"Witness the power of my determination and conviction!"

Drake's fists collided with each other, sparks of flames spitting out in a beautiful display. Above him a green magic circle bursting to life with a gust of wind, a small well of violent air preparing to be let loose. The other formed just above the crashing meteor below.

"Ultimo Tope!!"

The wind spell released, shooting Drake forward with enough force it threatened to bring him unconscious from the sudden movement.

But Drake refused and even with darkening vision traveled through the second wind spell he prepared, crashing into the meteor he created and catapulting it forward into the barrier.

"PATADA!!!"

Drake felt bones snap and mend repeatedly from the effort of forcing his spell down and past the World Tree's barrier. The electrified sparks from the contest came to a brilliant finale as the sound of glass shattering rang out to a magnificent tune, proving that Drake had pierced the barrier.

A moment later the entirety of Drake's spells came in contact with the World Tree, splitting it down the middle with fiery vengeance.

He gave out a guttural roar as he traveled through the entirety of the World Tree and down to the earth below, his spell and skills charring the ground around him as smoke began to bellow from the impact.

And he stayed there for a moment, exhausted and teetering on the edge of blacking out, but he stayed standing, victorious.

[You have killed Valor Alvea Level 28] [Experience Earned, 3,391 Nobility Points have been awarded]

[You have felled the World Tree Felaern]

[Destruction of a Global Restricted System Structure has been recognized. Experience will be given in relation to contribution.]

[Title: I am the Axe, has been awarded]

[I am the Axe]

You have topped a shard of the God Tree, Callon. The eyes of the First Tree and the Mother of Nature are now drawn to you.+10% Damage to all Nature. +20% to Nature Damage. +5% Passive Status Regeneration.

[Congratulations, you have increased to Elemental Miller level 30] [140 Free Points have been awarded]

[Congratulations! You have met the threshold to advance to E-Rank]

[Title: World Baseline, has been awarded]

[World Baseline]

You are the first to reach the second step towards greatness on your planet. The journey to power will be long and treacherous.+5% Damage to beings one rank above you. +5% to all stats.

[World Alert!]

[The first E-Rank Mana Vessel has been detected. The planet has been entered into the Welcoming Tournament.]

[The top E-Rank Mana Vessels will be transferred to the designated Tournament planet in 2 Years, 364 Days, 16 Hours, 23 Minutes]

[Participants of the Tournament will be determined based on Level and any Mana Vessel above Level 60 will be unable to participate. Rules for the Tournament will be announced on the day.]

[Invitations to participants and spectators will be sent 30 days before the Tournament.]

[Proficiency restrictions on Class and Skills have been lifted and reset]

[You now have access to all E-Grade Equipment]

[Congratulations! You may now access your Church Offerings Box at any system Church]

[New Quest! Unlock your potential! Defeat-in8@7ubH… ErRoR…*209fniW…

[Quest interference…]

[Quest Update. Ghosts of the Past]

[You have reached Level 30, your consciousness will now be transferred to the Legacy Chamber as per instructions.]

"What..?!" Drake snapped, turning around and using a gust of wind to dispel the surrounding smoke and fire.

His hand immediately went to his head, his vision beginning to blur while his feet became unsteady.

"What is going… on…" he muttered, fighting the bat of exhaustion that began hitting him like crashing waves, threatening to drown him.

His body was slowing down and quickly coming to a halt, but Drake's mind was racing.

I have to at least get to Claire and the others before I pass out! He growled internally, pushing down against the ground to propel himself towards the wall opening.

Each step brought him closer to his goal, but also forced his eyes ever more shut, his vision just a shade more dim.

"I don't know what's going on!" he grunted, forcing his legs to move as he saw the wall come into view.

[Transfer to Legacy Chamber nearing completion.]

[While in the Legacy Chamber, Legacy Holder will be unable to access their outside inventory and will temporarily not have access to experience and skill proficiency gain. However, any experience or items gained in the Chamber will be granted after Quest completion.]

Drake grounded his teeth.

"No.. No, no, no, no! I can't go somewhere right now! I have too many problems here! You hear me you fucking dumb system! I don't want to go right now!" he shouted into the air.

He finally came to the edge of the wall, seeing a large blue mechanized suit of armor in the distance surrounded by the outlines of people.

Drake shot himself forward one more time, his last step taking him into the arms of a worry stricken Claire and his endowments being forced to cancel.

With heavy labored breaths Drake tried to grunt out a question but stopped. His eyes catching Leon, also struggling to hold himself up off the ground.

"Drake?! Drake what happened?! What's going on?! What do you need me to do? Are you hurt? Mr. Leon suddenly collapsed!" Claire said in rapid succession.

Drake attempted to speak, but suddenly coughed, his hand covering his mouth to feel a cold liquid spill between his fingers and the taste of something incredibly bitter almost like wet clay filling his mouth.

He pulled his hand away looking at his palm to see a dark iridescent black goo.

It's the same stuff from the F-Rank advancement. He thought, then looked at Claire, her face desperate. I have to.. I have to tell her, tell them…

Drake looked around seeing the teens' worried faces, Aralleen staring at him in shock and Teresa equally perturbed.

"L-listen, carefully," Drake sputtered, "It looks like.. L-Leon, Damian and I are going to pass out in a few moments. Take everyone back to ReUnite until we wake up…" he explained, then raised a hand, doing the only thing he could think of to help protect them, "I-I'm going to give us a little insurance. Ari, step away from Leon, and everyone else stand clear of me and Damian's suit."

"Drake no! Where are you going? You need to explain this more clearly!" Claire pleaded, "Don't… Don't leave me again!!"

Drake gave the best smile he could, "I'm sorry, but there's no time Claire," he looked at the rest of the group, "I'm trusting you all to protect the city. And our family."

Cries of protest and shouts of question bombarded Drake, but his consciousness was wavering, his vision glazing over by the second.

Mustering up all the focus he could, he summoned three white magic circles. And by pouring the last remainder of his mana, he encased Damian's suit, Leon, and himself in ice.

They should be able to break out of it when they wake up. I just hope we don't suffocate haha… Drake smiled to himself, his vision going dark.

—---------------

Drake's eyes shot open.

His head went on a swivel as he looked around, but all he was met with was darkness and the eerie sound of nothing.

Raising himself from the ground he tried to spread out his aura only to find he couldn't sense anything. As in he couldn't produce his aura.

"That's not a good sign…" he muttered to himself.

Standing up, Drake attempted to use his skills and magic running into the same problem as with his aura. They did not work.

"Fuck."

Drake's fingers curled inward in frustration. He was without his magic and skills.

The sound of a shout suddenly caught his ear and his head snapped to it.

"...I told you… little shit!!"

In the distance Drake could hear the echoing of a voice, a faint silhouette of someone or something in the distance against the pitch black background.

He began running as fast as his legs would take him. However his chest began to burn as if he was without his stats again.

"Damn it…!" Drake gasped, running towards the voice.

He could hear the shouting grow louder as he closed in on the outlines. Now able to hear them more clearly, he could make out the clear sound of someone being struck.

"Look what you made me do! You little shit! Now where am I supposed to get my drink!?"

"I-i'm sorry! I'm sorry, Dad! P-plea-"

"Shut up you fucking little shit!"

Drake could see what was happening, and pushed his body harder. There was clearly a grown man raising a hand with a bottle in it, a small child about to be struck, cowering in fear. A woman's body on the ground next to them, unmoving.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Drake roared, "Stop! Stop right now!"

Drake lunged for the man, tackling him to the floor. Both tumbling until Drake was able to wrestle the man to the ground.

"I said what the fuck are you do-"

Raising one fist he was about to unleash a barrage of strikes on the drunkard but was stopped. The face of the man was different, but all too familiar.

Riddled with growing stubble, sunken eyes, messy hair, and a dull look. But he was still there.

"D-Dad…?!?" Drake muttered, then looked to the still crying child, his eyes going even wider.

The boy had blond hair and couldn't be older than 8, but Drake would never mistake the face he saw.

"A-Atticus?!"


Bab 301: Chapter 293: A Cold Reality

"W-what is going on?! D-dad, it's you right? But you're dead! How is this possible-" Drake gasped, still holding his Father by the collar of his shirt.

"Get the hell off me! Who the fuck are you?! And what are you doing in my house!" his Father roared in a slurred voice.

Drake grimaced, smelling the potent stench of alcohol on his breath.

"What are you doing?!" he growled, "Hitting a child?! Are you insane?!"

"What of it?!" his Father scoffed, "What I do to my own flesh and blood isn't any of your business! Now! Get the hell off me!"

His Father pushed him backward with considerable force. Drake staggered, wincing from the surprising power of it.

When his eyes opened, his Father and Atticus were gone.

Drake looked around, feeling his chest where his father had shoved him.

"What the hell was that? It felt real… But… My Dad would never…"

"Oh but he would…"

A voice whispered into Drake's ear and instantly he spun around, but found nothing.

He kept his eyes peeled, scanning the surroundings. His confusion mounting.

Drake knew he was inside some sort of quest zone or temporary area like the tutorial. But what he couldn't understand was seeing his long passed father and a younger Atticus. Not only that his skills and magic were not working, leaving him feeling entirely naked without his constant aura sweeping the area.

"What the hell was that? Is someone there?"

Drake blinked and suddenly he saw another boy in front of him.

"Is that…? Me…?" he muttered.

He slowly approached the boy who was kneeling down with something cupped in his hands.

This is when I found the butterfly… That means… Drake thought, looking to the side. And sure enough he found his younger brother, Travis, bringing over a dirty aquarium filled with sand.

"I got it like you asked, Drake," Travis said with a slight lisp.

Drake's face put on a small smirk, remembering his brother had just lost his front teeth a few days earlier. But he soon tried to interact with the pair remembering this must be something to do with the quest.

"Hey, you two," he asked, however both the boys ignored him.

"Nice! Oh, it's dirty… Put it down so I can clean it up!" little Drake said.

Drake's eyes widened and he rushed to stretch out a hand to stop his younger self.

"No! Don't-"

Then Drake felt an agonizing pang in his head, the surroundings flashed and warped suddenly as his younger self's foot came down on the aquarium.

The aquarium changed. Suddenly it became a younger boy, cowering and screaming with his hands raised to protect himself. Pulling back on Drake's younger self was a small girl he didn't recognize in tears.

"Dwake! Dwake! Stahp! He said he was sowwy!"

Drake moved to stop his younger self, his hand passing through the young boy as he tumbled forward. He swiveled quickly to face his younger self only to see a face that should never be on a boy. A face of stark rage.

He had to stop his younger self, if he didn't, he might seriously harm or even kill the other boy.

"I said stop!" Drake shouted again but he was unable to stop himself, his hands passing through the boy like he was trying to grab smoke with his bare hands, "Susmaryosep!"

He tried once more to grab the boy, only to pass through his younger self again. When he rose, the scene had vanished for a second time.

"Am I losing it…?"

"I think we both know what's going on."

The same voice from before whispered behind him, making Drake spin to the side to find the owner.

"I've had enough of this crap! I knew the system was bad but even this is a level above for shit jokes! If you want to test me, just throw monsters at me! Stop showing me things that never happened!"

The voice came again, "Oh but I'm not… We are just… Remembering."

Suddenly the voice became solid, no more was it the whisper in the dark that Drake could barely hear out of view.

He pivoted on his foot and came eye to eye with an inky purplish smoke, two golden sun-like eyes looking back at him.

"Hello, Drake," the smoke hummed.

Drake stared back at the figure for a moment. Then quickly thrusted his fist forward, square between the figue's eyes. But his hand passed through it just like it had with his younger self just seconds earlier.

"That's rather rude…" the smoke chirped, quivering as it coalesced again into a figure.

"No more rude than an unwelcome guest."

The smoke's eyes widened as it looked behind Drake at the new voice.

Drake also jumped to the side, bringing both figures into view in front of him. This second voice was owned by a similar smoking figure, however this one held deep blood crimson eyes and was outlined in gold.

"Do not meddle with my fun, Asuran," the golden eyed smoke hissed.

"You have no say here, Dragon…" the other said evenly, then its head turned, the smoke's eyes gazing right back at Drake, "You can not see us for what we are yet… Han Kol… What is your plan…"

The second figure seemed to be speaking to itself and came to a conclusion on its own as it waved a hand, turning back to the golden-eyed smoke.

[Quest Update! Ghosts of the Past]

Journey through the demise of the Asuran race.Recall the memories of your past through clear eyes.Forge the makings of your legacy.

"The great King has not yet removed you from this place, so I have no right to eradicate you. However I will be observing. How you found your way into branding an Asuran and traveling with them here is curious, but know that he is no longer yours to play with. Every Asuran is family and our pride will not let you have your way."

The golden figure vanished, leaving Drake bewildered and with the golden eyed and far less golden glowing, purplish smoke.

The remaining figure scoffed.

"Such arrogant talk for a lowly mercenary… And to ruin my fun," it sighed, the smoke forming its figure wisping back and forth, in what looked like a shrug, "Here I wanted to play more. But now that you know I'm not part of this place, I suppose it will be hard to do much of anything."

Drake relaxed slightly, although still greatly confused about the coming and goings of these ghostly figures he had no choice but to follow the quest's directions if he wanted to leave. He had to get back to his planet or body. Just get back.

"Don't care what you do. But have any idea what I'm supposed to do now, Smokey?" he asked.

"Smokey…?"

"I can't keep calling you smoke-like thing or golden eyes can I? So Smokey or would you prefer Regis? I just guessed you would be mad at being compared to a dog," Drake smirked.

Smokey's golden eyes thinned, "You dare act in such a way to a Dragon? Do you know who-"

"Nope! Don't know, don't care right now," Drake waved his hand in front of his face, "Can't tell who you are any damn way so. Got any ideas?"

"This is a Legacy Chamber and a Legacy Quest…." Smokey grumbled, "I could tell you nothing even if I knew," it paused, "...Did you not hear the part where I am here to impede you?"

"I did, but it's in your best interest to help me along right? Get to know more info if you do."

Smokey's eyes widened briefly, then scoffed, "The quests will be changed and received as you require them. Why are you in such a rush to remove yourself from this place? Has something happened on your little dirtball?"

Drake smiled, "None of your damned business lizard."

[Quest Update! Ghosts of the Past]

The scenery shifted in the blink of an eye. The dark surroundings were painted over by vast golden wheat fields and an orange setting sky. In the distance birds chirped while trees swayed in the breeze.

The laughing of children came and went on the other side of the stone brick fence.

[Follow the Asuran children at play and hear of the battle against the Father of the Void]

Reward: Experience.

Drake looked at the surroundings, the scenery reminding him of something out of a historical movie about ancient times.

"Quaint isn't it? Ran'tu Kai…." Smokey whispered in Drake's ear.

"Ran'tu Kai…? Where have I heard that before- The Asuran homeworld? But why would I have memories of…" Drake began but bit his tongue, a small sliver of uneasiness bubbling up, Atticus's voice beginning to blister his mind.

"Do you even remember your childhood? Can you even recall what happened?"

Smokey's voice came out in a grumble, refocusing Drake.

"It has been centuries since I have come here last…"

Drake's eyes thinned.

A Dragon on the Asuran homeworld…? He thought dubiously.

"I thought you guys were the ones putting the hit on the Asurans and the other races?" he asked.

Smokey remained silent.

The sound of the laughing children grew louder and Drake's curious gaze was pulled away by surprise as several small children passed through his body.

"Awwwwwww grosssssss….. Is it going to be like this the whole time?!" Drake groaned, "Holy shit, does that kid have… four arms?"

The children running through the field stopped as one of them caught another and they tumbled to the ground.

Drake's eyes widened as he saw the face of one of the small boys.

"What is this..?"

But there was no reply from his ghostly companion. Instead Drake heard another child's voice yell out from behind him.

"Dwake! Stop wanning so fwast!"

Drake's head turned, a girl with golden wheat hair, and vivid scarlet eyes panted as she struggled to keep up with the older kids. He felt his heart drop into his stomach and his knees became weak.

A gnawing truth at the back of his mind was clawing through as Drake turned back to the boy.

It was not an exact match, the boy's skin was tan and his hair a deep brilliant gold. With two deep crimson eyes. But if the boy instead had black hair and blue eyes, it would be a perfect match.

"T-that's me..?"

Drake's eyes swam as he felt himself become even more unsteady.

"That can't be. I-i'm… I was! I'm human! I remember every birthday since I was six. I remember fighting over toys and the fucking remote control with my brothers! Jumping on bunk beds, getting in trouble for ringing neighbors doorbells…" 

Drake continued to list his memories as if reciting memorized lines from a storybook that he had read a million times.

He shook himself upright. It had to be the system playing tricks on him. Or perhaps not sleeping for weeks on end had finally caught up with him.

"Celine," the boy grumbled, "I told you to stay home with Mother. You are too small to follow us."

"Bwut I want to gwet stwong too!" Celine protested.

Drake moved closer to the children to hear better.

"You are too young Celine. You know what father and mother would say."

"Then why do you gwet to twain! You're as small as me!"

"T-that's because… I'm going to be a great warrior like father someday!"

"A great warrior eh?" a voice said from behind Drake.

The children's heads all turned to the voice. Oo's and ah's coming in swaths as they looked at the man.

The possibly younger Drake and his sister gave troubled expressions of children that had obviously been caught doing something they were not supposed to.

"B-brother…"

"It is dinner time, Mother sent me to find you two."

Drake was stunned, "I-I… No. This quest is playing tricks on me. I'm human. I might have been forced to turn into an Asuran because of that bitch but I was born a human. My only other brother is…"

He stopped, his words refusing to escape his mouth. Atticus's words from the summit again rattling in his mind.

"We are not family!"

Drake shook himself to focus on the new person. This, older brother, stood tall. Tan skin like Drake's younger self and hypothetical sister. Golden hair and blood red eyes. The man's features were defined and he had noticeable scars on his exposed arms,chest, as well as a small cut on his chin.

"Drake, Celine. Let's be going. Father is here as well," the older brother said.

Small Drake's face lit up, "He's returned?! Will you both be going out again? What accolades did you receive Darri?!"

Darri grabbed young Drake, placing his arm around the boy's head and dragged him, lifting his younger sister Celine up on his shoulder with the other arm.

"I will tell you of my great feats over dinner! These two fists did more than any Asuran against the Insect Queen's hoards!" Darri laughed.

Drake was still dumbstruck, following the distancing siblings walking down the road. He turned to ask Smokey once more what was going on, but saw the purplish figure in a posture that looked as if it was biting on its hand in frustration.

"Smokey..?"

Smokey grumbled in a low voice, "Darri…" then turned to Drake, their golden eyes glaring as if something had come to mind.

Before Drake could delve further, Smokey wisped after the siblings, forcing Drake to follow if he wanted any answers.

Once they had caught up to the siblings, they had already seemed to be closing in on their home. A sizable red mud tinted building with open air windows without glass, a chimney with grayish smoke billowing out slowly from the top. And the smell of some kind of meat Drake had couldn't name but smelled.

Nostalgic.

But Drake was even more confused.

"Isn't this a planet introduced to the system since the beginning? Asurans are Primordials, why in the world would they have no system buildings? I didn't even see any on the way here either," he said, asking himself more than his ghost-like companion.

"Asurans hate the system," Smokey said flatly, "They only allow themselves to grow through it as a way to unlock their potential as fighters. And whether that is why they have their particular problem or not as cosmic karma… Some might say the system hates them just as similarly."

"Problem?" Drake parroted.

Smokey moved to follow the siblings inside the house, Drake once again following for answers.

The sound of indistinct chattering touched Drake's ears but he was left so disoriented at who he saw inside that the conversation from the people were disconcernable.

Drake was also taken aback. Smokey was standing right in front of the person who had frozen him in place. Their ink-like purple hand made of smoke moving to touch the man's face.

The man stood several heads taller than Smokey. And was the spitting image of the statue Drake had once seen in the system church. Long hair of gold, blood ruby colored eyes. Attire that looked strikingly similar to Drake's own armor.

"Han…" Smokey said softly, their hand passing through Han Kol's cheek.

Once it had, Smokey's hand shuttered even as a ghostly spector. The wisping ink-like smoke seemed to convey just how hurt, frustrated, and angry they were. Smokey then turned, looking at the woman across the room.

The woman smiled happily as she set the table. Dark raven black hair, so dark it turned a shade of purple. Skin a shade lighter than her children. And a joyous expression that lit up the room.

But Smokey growled at the woman, a sound Drake had never heard even from the most angry of beasts he had faced.

Smokey lunged with both billowing smoke hands outstretched, screaming, "ALTORIA!!!" before a moment later passing through the woman's visage and disappearing from view.

Drake waited, watching the happy family talk but hearing nothing. He was still in so much shock the words couldn't reach him.

But he didn't have to wait long before Smokey rose up through the table the family ate at.

"I had my suspicions the moment I saw Darri. But now I am certain," Smokey said coldly.

"Certain of what? Of this confusing and obviously bullshit quest?" Drake scoffed.

"You haven't got a clue do you? Han must have wiped your memory and concealed you… That explains… No. He could not have made this chamber and quest while also protecting you. Perhaps another…"

"Concealed me? Why would the Asuran King do anything like that, he doesn't even know-"

"Are you really such a fool to not see what is right in front of you?" Smokey shouted, cutting Drake off, "You are not only a true blooded Asuran. But you are of Royal Blood… Perhaps the last."

"Last…?"

"You are no common Asuran. You are the son of Han Kol Asura, the last Great War King of the Asuran race."


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Selain itu, Anda selalu dapat menonaktifkannya atau mengaktifkannya di Pengaturan.

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