Chapter 73

The two immediately touched down on top of a seemingly familiar place, the strange scent of burning wood filled the air, the space filled with a tint of blue and a hard surface underneath their feet. They knew that it was a close call; freeing a once-dead menace to fend off the Sevaeric may have saved their lives for all they knew. As Gevatl stepped forward and took watch over them, he noticed that the braziers were burning once again, having a blue fire, with the same color present inside the molten rock around it. "For the love of.." Gevatl muttered under his breath as the two younglings observed a brazier to the left of the old dragon. Soon, a small pillar that supported the cave above them obstructed his sight from his own granddaughter.

Phaydera felt a bit shaken from the encounter, while the snake-like figure, Vulcan was hiding his emotion quite well; having a bit of a straight face. Neither of them knew why the coals lit with fire inside the bowl were having such a strange feeling emanating from the fires; with one of them being some kind of sorrowful wave. The young serpentine figure looked towards Phaydera, bearing a sight of confusion and fiery passion. His copper scales looked a bit heavy, and somehow stiff, but Vulcan had a few things in his favor that nobody but his own kin knew about, unless someone has captured one of them and used for experimentation. The cold yet intense-looking fire strangely let them see visions of when the first time the humans came there, and thought of it was shockingly deceitful. The two-armed snake slithered away, and coiled up the pillar with ease, now looking at another one of the prestigious members of the Crevarzha bloodline.

As She realized that she was not with the sentient anymore,she turned around and backed away from the fire, now forgetting about the first interactions between humans and dragons. Not knowing where they had went, she called them out, hoping to find them. "Guys?" She echoed throughout the cave, until another voice similar to a female version of Vulcan, appeared. It replied back to her; "Keep on walking." as some kind of instruction. She was naive and took the voice's advice, until a unknown object wrapped around her; feeling silky and a bit sharp as it wrapped around her chest and back, in front of her wings as well. The voice came one more time, now oddly sounding a lot like Gevatl's. "You're coming with me. Both of you are." He said ominously, as his neck bent around to face her daughter's. Gevatl's face looked like he having a very bad day; a bit of a mix with anger and sadness. His barbed stinger slowly drooped down to touch his own tail as Phaydera could predict his misfortune while she was being handled. "I do fear that my own is in a dire matter, and they might not even know it yet."

"How so?" Phaydera replied, curious of his intentions. Although, her grandfather right before her fell silent, and turned back around, now giving his attention to a small purple crystal that seemed to bring out a hazy mist, and seemed inanimate for the time being. For now, Phaydera was wondering what it was for, and mostly, wondering about where Vulcan exactly went, despite the thought of him being very close. With that in mind, she gently tapped her relative's tail to try and gain his attention. That however, worked ineffectively; as Gevatl turned his head slightly enough for him to see his granddaughter again. "Anything you need to tell me?" He said with a unsurprising tone.

She delayed herself for a quick second before exhaling. "Not much... Tell me, what have you exactly heard while being on there? And why are we here now, waiting? Aren't they going to wipe us out?" Phaydera asked with a confused, yet fearful expression, rumbling slightly. Although, there was one thing in his eyes that baffled her further about his intent, and all of it, just felt like she had just walked into a trap blindly. "Hello?" She called out again, feeling like he was being unresponsive, but he was very clear by vision, that he would not like to talk to her own granddaughter about recent affairs and other news that spreads around. Finally, Gevatl replied back to her, knowing that she was possibly going to annoy him further, disturbing his current task at hand. "You'll find out soon enough. For right now, we got to push through." He said in an annoyed tone.

Vulcan slithered right beside him, giving attention to the strange mist that rises from the strange crack in the ground. Something was definitely off about it, but he did not know what it was. Maybe a keystone or something, maybe to open new doors to other places, Vulcan thought pensively, as he looked towards Gevatl; the black dragon who seemed to stare at it coldly, seeming like he was now a statue. Knowing that he was with one that was said to know some things about this, he gave a little reminder that he was here; letting out both of his three-fingered hands, and raising the dark essence that was similar to the mist's color; vibrant purple. However, this raised unwanted attention from Gevatl and Phaydera, as they both looked at the attempt to try and possibly destroy the strange object. "Vulcan... I swear, if you end up breaking it, I'll rip your arms off, and sever your head... And with whatever strange arts you may perform, it will not work in your favor." Gevatl threatened, but Vulcan did not seem to be afraid of him, but he did take into consideration on how important this seemed to him, so he did what he thought was a better thing to do in his mind. "I want to see what this is... what it's purpose is. I'm sure you know, but who knows what could be in there, with that lying tongue within you..." Vulcan replied calmly, pausing his spell.

The granddaughter was released from his grasp, and as she fell to the ground with an echoing thud, the braziers flared up briefly, before returning to normal, and warming the area around them. They could feel a slight boost in morale and the comforting feeling inside their chests. "Sentient, Go ahead and reap the knowledge like your ancestors once did. I know you can make her proud." He said, having a cocky smirk on his face as Vulcan resumed the spell. Suddenly, a small ray of darkness connected the crystal to his head, and began to make the snake-like figure slip into a state of exhaustion. "Wait, What is this? Its some kind of enchanted item... All I could see inside the thought... was just stars in space." Vulcan said with a face of fear. "It seems like its some kind of restraint, maybe something linked to here, but the voice's will seems... Strong, as if this was a sacred site that shall not be broken. The man is hiding something behind his back, smirking from a distance. What is this, old dragon?" Vulcan asked, being highly confused.

Suddenly, they were wrapped by his tail as if it could go at the speed of light. "You know enough. It would be best if things were not just given, and way better for actually finding it out by yourself, if you're planning on growing up to be a possible genius." Gevatl suggested, scratching one of his digits on the stone floor, making a scraping noise. "But for right now, time is ticking."