Karon's body lay prone, resting on the scorching sand, revealing his fangs slightly.
The crystal jar in his claws was crushed by immense power, yet the precious spices didn't scatter with the wind. Instead, they were completely absorbed by the claws of the Ancestral Red Dragon, gradually sinking into the fine scales and skin between its claws.
Like a subtle warm current of electricity running through, humming in the Ancestral Red Dragon's every nerve, making a ringing start in its ears, even the clear sights in its dark golden slit eyes started to blur, as if being in a dream.
The Red Dragon's mind and sub-brain were unprecedentedly clear, yet obstructed by a dreamy veil like a mist that cloaks everything, involuntarily drawing the Ancestral Red Dragon further into the dream.
No, this wasn't a dream, it was the past rooted deeply within the Ancestral Red Dragon's bloodline and mind, it was memory, it was the past.
