A succession of spells that relaxed the body and awakened the consciousness descended, and amidst the continuous wave of warmth, Jeddon slowly opened his eyes under the various expressions of indifference, silence, or concern from those around him.
"Are you alright?"
Cezer extended a dragon claw to support Jeddon, who had regained consciousness but was still somewhat dazed.
The former, as the eldest grandson of the Holy Dragon, had already mastered his awakened spiritual energy perfectly, no longer easily reducing everything he touched to ashes.
As for the latter, his consciousness was burdened with the knowledge of a world-shaking divine battle spreading across countless planes and its final outcome—a pressure too immense for a young red dragon who simply wished to grow up healthily.
For the defeated party of the divine war was currently dwelling within him, and according to that entity, they had already become one, inseparable.
