Ashen Dragon

Chapter 285: Chapter 208 Reunion
 

“Hmm… What happened?”

Olivia slowly opened her eyes, her pupils shimmering faintly in the darkness.

The elegantly poised Silver Dragon slightly stretched her wings, struggling to prop herself up with her limbs and rise from the ground. She felt as though her body no longer belonged to her.

The surroundings were somewhat dim, with the light seemingly being absorbed by something, causing her pupils to dilate slightly.

“Huh? Wait, this is—”

Only then did Olivia fully awaken from her dream-like state. To her astonishment, she found that the restraints on her body had been removed!

The heavy chains once embedded in her flesh had vanished, along with the binding, oppressive pain that had come with them.

“Olivia, I hope I’m not too late.”

A familiar voice came through.

The Silver Dragon first felt incredulous, then turned around with immense joy to see the figure she had longed for day and night.

Short black hair, glowing golden vertical pupils, a handsome young face, a noble robe with gold trim, and faint golden scales showing through—this was “Angel,” the Young Gold Dragon who had made a promise to her.

“You, you…”

The immense joy overwhelmed Olivia.

She trembled slightly.

For this reunion, Olivia had rehearsed countless lines in her heart.

But when the moment truly came, perhaps because she was too emotional, all those words got stuck in her throat, and she didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Finally, she could only stammer out a few words.

“I… am I… really not dreaming?”

“Angel” didn’t respond; he just looked at her with a smile, as if to say “this is indeed reality.”

Yes, the real touch, the real presence.

Olivia suddenly felt a sting in her nose, her blue-gray eyes brimming with tears.

However, when she lowered her head, she saw her body covered in wounds, not even bothering to wipe the tears falling from her eyes. She just swiped randomly with her claws and anxiously said: “Don’t look at me like this!”

“I look terribly pathetic in this state!”

Before the words were even finished, fine particles of magical aura shimmered on her body. Her form rapidly shrank, finally transforming into a noble young woman with silver-white hair cascading down her shoulders.

Yet, she did not look particularly graceful at the moment.

“Mmm…”

Olivia threw herself into “Angel’s” arms, no longer able to contain her emotions. Tears flowed from her blue-gray eyes.

Angel gently embraced her, letting her release her long-repressed feelings.

Sobs echoed in the hall.

After a long while, Olivia became aware of her overreaction. Reluctantly, she let go, gently pushing Angel away while gazing into his golden eyes.

Having cried so hard, her words still carried a hint of a sob.

“Angel, how long has it been now?”

“Exactly ninety-eight days.”

“Angel,” or rather Cassius, responded.

“The King of Ashen mysteriously disappeared a few months ago, and I found a way to break the prohibition from an ancient ruin. So I came to find you immediately. How about it, not too late, right?”

“No, of course not.”

Olivia gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and suddenly broke into a smile.

“You still remember that promise after all.”

She whispered cautiously.

Cassius walked up to her, leaning close to her cheek: “I said, even if it costs me everything, even all my treasures, I will save you from here. That’s my promise to you.”

“Let’s leave together now. This is not a place to stay; no one knows when the King of Ashen might return.”

“Yes.”

Olivia nodded emphatically, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Cassius took the girl’s slender hand, summoned a portal, and led her toward the outside world.

But the Silver Dragon girl, immersed in happiness and filled with beautiful expectations, did not realize that the so-called “promise” was a complete deception from the very beginning.

…

“Is this the Witch Veil Tavern?”

“You once said this is your favorite tavern. Since it’s already very late, let’s rest here for now.”

“Alright.”

Olivia’s face showed a faint, serene smile.

Walking into the room on the tavern’s second floor, the walls were adorned with candles like witch staffs, casting a flickering, somewhat dim light. The bed was covered with an intricately patterned silk blanket.

The atmosphere seemed slightly ambiguous.

The silver-haired girl’s face blushed slightly. After all, she had never experienced such a situation.

Silver Dragons did not reject love and considered it a beautiful and elegant matter, but most of Olivia’s time had been spent researching spells, leaving her little time to think about such things carefully.

She was at a bit of a loss.

After a long period of hesitation and confusion, Olivia timidly asked:

“Should we go to sleep now?”

“Why… don’t we first discuss some spells, Olivia teacher?”

Cassius teased, deliberately emphasizing the word “teacher.”

He took the girl’s hand and, naturally, pulled her into his arms. Finally, the two sat on the soft, large bed together, their bodies melded as one.

Olivia didn’t resist, but her cheeks turned visibly red, almost steamy.

The silver-haired girl tried to maintain her composure:

“Wha-what spell?”

Cassius whispered into Olivia’s ear: “You are the ‘Silver Star’; naturally, we should discuss spells related to the stars.”

Olivia felt weak all over, sweating lightly, but she nervously replied:

“Are you talking about… the Crown of Stars?”

“Mmm—”

Before she could finish, her mouth was covered by soft lips.

Olivia initially struggled instinctively, but as time passed and their fluids mingled, her eyes gradually became dazed, completely immersed in it.

Cassius deftly removed the star-adorned long dress that wrapped around her body, revealing a vast expanse of fair skin and an impressive figure.

The silver-haired girl’s breathing grew increasingly rapid. The faint sounds of her gasping could be heard clearly within the room.

“Olivia teacher, let’s first touch the spell prototype…”

“No, Angel…”

“Olivia teacher, I want to delve my consciousness into the Magic Web, touch its veins, and reach the weak spot at its summit.”

“Angel, don’t!”

“If you do this, the Magic Web will, it’s going to rupture!”

“Relax, Olivia, this is just a normal phenomenon during sorcery. Only the fools of Netheril engage in destructive behaviors towards it.”

“Unfortunately, I am not a mage and cannot construct those intricate prototypes. Instead, I channel all the extensions into the Source Sea, causing energy surges.”

“Angel, mmm… is this the strength of the arcane? So powerful, so fulfilling…”

“No, Olivia, this is the Surge of Spells for us magicians, derived from the Sea of Chaos. Feel this deeply; it can bring us unparalleled strength and pleasure…”

The two senior spellcasters were absorbed in their spell research. The tavern’s lights flickered intensely before extinguishing completely, leaving the room in pitch darkness.

Perhaps because of the astrological spell, the night stars twinkled clearly. Occasionally, a meteor streaked across the sky, trailing a reddish tail, either plunging straight or sweeping across, trembling and bringing moments of luminous turbulence to the night.

Bright comets also passed among the stars, their milky white tails permeating the vast darkness, enveloping starlight. The night softly trembled as if gently singing a nocturnal hymn.