"Vortigon... Vortigon, it had to be you who took my beloved! I'll shatter your dragon bones! Crush your skull beneath my heel!"
The man's tone turned savage. He swung his bone sword in a frenzy before collapsing back down, defeated.
Tears streamed from his eyes and tumbled off the mountain peak, literally forming a river—a torrential downpour like a waterfall.
"His tears… they became Rootless Water?"
Orson immediately understood.
The swirling vision must have been a memory from the orcish sacred land.
What truly shocked him, though, was the revelation that Draconis, Solarius, and Vortigon—three Ancient Dragon Gods—were tangled in some kind of outrageous love triangle.
So Crimson Lizard King's ancestor was… a hopeless romantic?
The illusion didn't last long. A brilliant white light burst from the vortex, pouring through the shattered windows and shining directly onto Drunken Dream.
"What is this? Resurrection with bonus flowers? A death-and-rebirth celebration package…?"
