Chapter 121 Recounting The Dream (8)

Ethan's POVHer childlike excitement perplexed me, especially how she instantly identified it as a memory fragment. Frowning slightly, I asked in a low voice as my curiosity was piqued by her certainty.

"Why did you assume I was in a memory fragment without me even explaining it in detail?"

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"Ah, you don't know? Wait, I have wanted to ask this from that auction day. What is your origin, Brother Ethan? And I want the truth because every scion of any race on the Blood Veil Continent would understand why I assumed it was a memory fragment."

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and her voice was tinged with excitement and gentle insistence.

Though my master had warned me against disclosing my origin, I trusted Virelle. I was confident in my judgment which was shaped by my experiences from both my lives.

And a person with whom I had almost shared my first time was someone my instincts read clearly and beyond doubt.

"There is a reason I don't understand this thing you consider common, Virelle. It's because I am a resident of the Dark Star Continent."

Her eyes widened with surprise flickering across her features though an 'as expected' expression soon settled in. She seemed to momentarily forget the details of my dream as her curiosity shifted to my background with renewed intensity.

"Are you… human?" she asked hesitantly and excitement danced in her eyes like starlight. I didn't know why but her enthusiasm sent a shiver down my spine.

I offered an awkward smile in response but replied nonetheless.

"Yeah, but not fully. I have heard from my mother that my father was a scion of a demon family. I am sorry, Virelle but Master has forbidden me from revealing the full truth about my lineage and true identity to anyone."

I left the hidden meaning unspoken, trusting she would understand. She smiled at my restraint and shook her head gently as she replied in her soft voice.

"I'm already grateful you have shared such an important secret of yours that even the Lord Dragoness had forbidden you from revealing.

I now realize that very little time has passed since we first met yet you are willing to trust me with so much and that's more trust and love than my so-called family has ever shown me in my full twenty years of life."

Her words pleased me as it was a testament to her intelligence and pragmatism. I couldn't help but lean forward and kiss her forehead again in a tender gesture that reflected my growing affection.

The connection between us deepened in that unspoken silence like a fateful thread woven tighter with every shared secret.

Without delay, I continued my story. She was wise enough not to press further about my background and understood that I would share more when the time was right.

"I was suspended in the sky in a weightless state as if I was caught between two realms. In front of me were two figures and their presence radiated such an intensity that it shook the very fabric of the space around them.

They weren't just fighting but they were colliding forces of nature and their powers clashed with such ferocity that the heavens seemed to ripple in protest."

Her breath hitched slightly and her fingers tightened around mine as she urged me to continue.

"One of them was surrounded by a crimson whirlwind that seemed to connect the earth and the sky. Just being still they changed the very world around them. Due to that crimson whirlwind, I was not able to observe the figure inside it.

The other was a tall thin man with greyish-silver hair that stayed perfectly in the howling crimson wind. Surrounding him was a thin grey aura that seemed like a dark ominuous cloud from afar. But the most noticeable thing about him was a large wolf head tattoo on his back.

They didn't speak anything to each other but their aura and power changed the whole environment around them converting it into their separate domains of the bloody world and a lifeless grey world that seemed to fight for the dominance between them."

I paused to take a breather and I saw her paying attention without even blinking her eyes. Our naked bodies were stuck to each other by the shore but both of our attention on the current was on my account of that memory fragment.

"The moment they made their move, they vanished before my sight and I could only glimpse two streaks of light—one silver and the other red darting and weaving between the clouds like lightning bolts.

Their erratic movement tore through the heavens and only left destruction in their wake. The very air trembled wherever their forms passed with visible shockwaves that rippled outward and they radiated so much power that it seemed to warp reality.

I could only feel loud sonic booms reverberating through the night and I was sure their deafening force would have been enough to shatter the eardrums if my real body had been present at that place.

But my consciousness was protected in an incorporeal state and I could only observe the spectacle with a mix of awe and dread swirling in my chest. Then..."

"Then what?"

"Theh, the swirling streaks turned in the sky in opposite directions and collided with a deafening roar that obliterated a large mountain peak in an explosion of light and sound.

When the dust settled, the two figures finally emerged. The first was the tall and sinewy man with his unkempt greyish-silver hair and a feral aura. His sharp claws were elongated and gleamed menacingly in the moonlight.

I could see his wild and untamed eyes that shone with a predatory gleam.

The violent grayish aura that surrounded him distorted the air around him and created a visible and pulsating field of raw energy that looked like an ominous grey thundercloud due to the billowing dust of the destroyed mountain contained inside it."