Back in the present, Adall, sitting on the bed of the luxurious room provided by Count Mirael Wilson for his rest, looked with visible astonishment on his face at the calm Arthur, who seemed to know certain information about the fate that the Primordials had reserved for him.
He hesitated for a moment between pretending to be innocent by claiming not to understand what was being discussed or confessing to see where the conversation would lead. But he finally chose to confess, recalling how dragons other than the Primordials had appeared in the world of Era.
The dragons of the world of Era were amalgamations of pure life energies that the Primordials had produced from their own blood. The blood offered in this mystical ritual would condense, taking the shape of an egg before beginning a long and slow process of absorbing the surrounding mana until reaching a pseudo-maturity.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!