Chapter 1542 Drake's Brother
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Alongside the black Crown on top of Benladann, I noticed that there was a droplet of crimson blood, overflowing with golden light that fell over her head. It spread into her forehead, making her entire body pulsate with draconic power. Miranda received the same "blessing" as both were crowned as Primordial Chaos Dragon Mothers. It was something I didn't expected, but it made sense.
"W-Wait, what's going on?!" Benladann cried. "Me? The primordial mother?! Isn't this a bit too much?!"
"Wait a second…" Miranda was also shocked.
"Well, didn't you wanted the Realm? There you have it." Tiamat said nonchalantly. Both Benladann and Miranda couldn't really talk back to her. Her presence was too overwhelming.
Ragnar?k was already the mother of light dragons, so for a Realm to exists, another mother was needed. And now that both Benladann and Miranda were expecting children that were going to be most likely Chaos Dragons, it made sense to choose her.
"Both of you will carry the black crown. You two are one, and one is two." Tiamat spoke. "I hope you can take good care of this new Realm. I will be watching you."
"Y-Yes, we'll do our best." Benladann nodded inwardly.
"Ugh, I hope it is not too much work." Miranda said.
And then, Tiamat turned her heads towards me. "Dragon King, there is great danger not only brewing within Muspel, but all the way to the Continent of Vanaheim. Your older brother, Sangre, is plotting something terrible. If you don't hurry, you will regret not having been able to stop him before he was to go too far."
"Sangre…" I sighed. "So he's… Okay, I get it. I will try to do what I can. Thank you, Grandmother Tiamat.
"That child was taken away, abused and turned into a monster…" Tiamat said. "It pains me to see one of my children grow to become so wicked. But it is not totally his fault. The things he went through when he became a pet for the Venerable of Blood is what made him this way. I believe there is some hope for him. You've become a Demon King like him. Holding within you the Seed of Gluttony. Use this power to stop his own powers from eating away the last fragments of sincerity within his dark heart, before it is too late."
"I will." I nodded. "I already promised my parents I would so… Wait, you don't think its bad that I hold a Demon King Seed?"
"It is an external power born from Pandemonium, but you've controlled it and used it for good. There is nothing wrong with it. You're different, more different than any other dragon out there, Dragon King Drake. Make sure to use those talents to help those that weren't born with any." She insisted.
"I shall." I agreed. "Thank you for helping us, Grandmother Tiamat. It truly means a lot."
"Well, I just did what I had to." She giggled, her gigantic claws touching my forehead. "I've also learned you've accepted a part of Yggdrasil's Soul inside of your Divine Realm. My mother… She is very sick after so many years of war and destruction. It might be something for the far future, but please, help her recover. Gather the Orbs at all costs. I will reward you greatly once you do."
"R-Really?" I asked her.
"Yes… In fact. I should do it now, while I am awake." She sighed. "I do possess the power to help you in your endeavors, but I must repurpose it to maintain this Realm, where all my children can rest in peace, and not be taken away by Oblivion's hands or Helheim's cold depths."
"Wait, Oblivion?" I asked. "What's that? Who is that guy? I do remember seeing something in a Dream…"
"There is no time to explain such things. You will eventually learn them. Now, take this." She said, giving me a gigantic scale out of her own soul, it was at least a hundred meters big, shining with bright gold metallic sheen. It had an aura of rainbow colors, gathering countless elements. "This is a single one of my scales, the one I've saved all this time since my death. I had to use the rest of my body to keep Yggdrasil from dying after the Ragnar?k that threatened on destroying the world."
Right, it is said that the new world after Ragnar?k was not only formed from the destroyed Realms but also from Ymir and Tiamat's corpses, alongside the other Gods that fought and died in that war.
"Thank you so much… This scale… I will make sure to use it well." I nodded. "It might be really hard to shape though. Can any of our skills even do it?"
"You will have to get good at that then! You do have powerful blacksmith friends. Ask that child Surtr, and the forger Rakasha." She said. "Both of them will be able to help you process this scale into proper armor or shields. Or even weapons, if you can. This is my only gift to you, the only one I can afford now without losing precious energy needed to maintain the Draconic Records. But it will be a priceless treasure, one that will be able to help you stand your ground against the terrific monster that Pandemonium is. Your decision to clash against him is brave, but also reckless. I couldn't help but worry."
"Yeah that is… Well, it is something I have to do. He possesses the last fragment of Logi's Red Orb." I sighed. "Without it, I won't be able to accomplish my goals. We must get it at all costs. Even if it costs all my power, my body, my soul… I have to do it." I said. "I will let him destroy my body over and over again if he must, but I must win, no matter what."
"He's very weak compared to his prime. Many of his body pieces missing…" Tiamat giggled. "Maybe… Just maybe, you'll have the opportunity to avenge the many dragons that fell before his demonic powers. I wish you good luck, my children."
With those words, Tiamat said her farewell, and we found ourselves back to the Ice Palace inside of the snowy mountain where my mother resided within the Ice Dragon Realm.
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