The impact of learning the truth about one's bloodline is more deadly than any physical attack.
The captain sat slump on the ground, hands limply at his sides.
The ancestral soul stone in his hand had lost all its luster.
The ancient dragon souls were now completely silent.
He feared they would never respond again, and indeed, he dared not call upon these wrathful ancestors.
"Thousands of years of glory... all lies..."
His voice was hoarse like a broken bellows:
"What are we? Counterfeits? Experiments? Or... a bunch of pathetic self-deceivers?"
The other team members also fell into deep confusion and despair.
All their pride from childhood was built upon the "purity of dragon blood."
Now that foundation had completely collapsed, they couldn't even determine the meaning of their existence.
"I remember now..."
A young team member said in a trembling voice:
