"Are you still alive, Atreus Vermillion…?"
Zeraxion's voice echoed in this secret sauna, but I couldn't see his form.
Probably this secret sauna, somehow, linked with his mind and soul.
Wait, if it really linked, could he have seen how intensely I was performing the 'dragon blood ritual' with Leysha in here?
Possibly.
But he didn't seem to notice or care enough.
Well, whatever.
"I'm still alive and kicking, Zeraxion," I said calmly.
"This is the first time I've seen anyone enter and survive in the black dragon blood chamber for this long. Even Ulrich Aurelius didn't dare enter that chamber because of the brutality of the black dragon blood."
"It's simply because Ulrich is weak and cowardly, Zeraxion. He doesn't want to waste time risking himself wrestling with the black dragon blood. Just like King Victor Dragomir and his loyalists, they are afraid of anything related to dragons."
"...aren't you afraid of the black dragon's blood?"
