Master Of None

Walker had done all this so that everyone could unite in some way with the witches. Mostly because he knew that remaining focused on one thing would lead to them being bored. However, it was Ignus that he was most concerned with.

He knew that Remey would remain focused on the herbs and bring the three witches who took avian forms to the small garden being planted. They could share knowledge about the herbs and why they were used over the top of each rune formation.

The fact that they would most likely share this knowledge and also be giving knowledge to Remey so that she would be able to bring it back to Genesis was great. From this, they would begin the intermingling of alchemy and witch brewing.

All that was left from there would be the slow and steady testing that could come from those who learned both. Not that Remey wouldn’t randomly find something in either interesting and bring it together in interesting ways.

On Su’s side, she would continue the sharing of defensive techniques. While some would claim that she was being too focused on battle, those who protected their homes would see it as much more than that.

Su focuses mostly on defensive techniques. Most of her skills were primarily for protection along with the fact that she wished to help those around her when she had the ability. Therefore, she was able to match the same desires within the witch born who focus on internal mana and their relation to the nature of their manas and how it strengthened them.

Since they had shared with Su how to do this, there was a greater focus on the meddling of their skills and techniques. Because of this, they were seemingly ignoring any part of the witch born race’s ideals that they would distrust outsiders. It was the same when two powerful warriors met.

The warriors would be able to sense that they were standing with someone of respect and strength. Able to speak without having to actually open their mouths. It was what many of the demi-human race thought and did with their battles within the coliseums. Respect was earned through showing the skill and strength of your character.

Walker thought back to Ignus though because he knew that Ignus had managed to catch on to some things he sensed within the endless night forest.

The endless night forest with still shrouded in the illusions that the witch of mists used. It was easier to see through them in the area because that was being allowed. Also, Walker was using his mana to maintain a clearer area to ensure that his strength was seen and that the others were not influenced by anything unfairly.

This was just him looking out for Genesis and those who were there to work under him who did not necessarily have the same resistances that he or the other did. Regardless, he knew that there was a lot more to focus on other than that.

What Ignus had smelled was something he deemed familiar. A scent that had cut through the mists and illusions that should have made it harder to notice. He recognized a familiar draconic scent that anyone would notice.

While it was not a rogue dragon as he had immediately thought, he had stopped himself when they first came because the other royal dragons had not noticed it either. He thought that he might be missing something and kept himself calmer.

But the thoughts he had were not forgotten and upon returning he had focused on his sense of smell more. Learning quickly that he had actually smelled a draconic scent he did not recognize. Meaning that there could be a dragonkin, dragon, or rogue dragon somewhere within the endless night forest.

Walker had caught on to his focus when he’d reacted even more strongly after the mists and illusions were pushed back. Letting Ignus be free to go and discover what he had smelled was just Walker’s way of saying that he trusted Ignus to handle whatever it was and that he would not interfere unless he was needed. It was respectful and trusting. Ignus made his one mental note about it since Walker had been very forward with how he handled the witch born race and their covens.

Leaving Walker and the others behind, no one stopped Ignus. The witch of mists had felt the slight bit of mana that Ignus released. She couldn’t combat that and the majority of awakened witches could and would fail to defend themselves from his strength. A dragon in their eyes was hard to fight, but whatever Ignus was went behind their current knowledge of dragons.

A dominator dragon of any kind was not in their realm of knowledge yet. But that was to Ignus’s advantage since he was flying more freely through their territory. Even if that territory was still converted in illusions and mist.

Following the scent he had noticed, he couldn’t tell it was stronger in one direction. Less other scents kept it from being broken down.

He knew that witch burn could be any race who was following the path of the witches and reborn as a witch. Meaning that he was fully considering this could be a witch born dragonkin or dragon. If that was the case he would just want to know why they’d come to this state.

If it was a dragon hiding here… he would want much more than just the why. It would have to be a more ancient dragon than what was living now. Someone slumbering and awakened after many years.

"Just land there. I will speak with you. Please do not risk flying through the trees and harming the others who rest more deeply." The soft voice was more like a whisper.

Weak and unable to boom out, but it was the draconic language.

Feeling no malice, Ignus Obliged and found himself looking at a space where there was actually no mist. "It cannot form around me the same ways. Ever since I was reborn and followed the path of the forest, I’ve taken on a new form. For years I’ve yet to love though."

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Branches and roots moved slightly as a dragon’s form was shown. Small pink and white flowers covered the spaces where spines or horns would be. Eyes of dark yellow nectar caught Ignus’s vision.

"So you were a witch born dragon. I smelled you and questioned why you would be here." He knew that he didn’t have to question this dragon now. She wasn’t a dragon necessarily any longer. He could feel that much more now.

"You are very young. You do not know of the world as I once knew. But I have also lost touch with that world only to find this new world very different. Would you like to sit for a while?" The voice was still barely a whisper, but Ignus nodded slightly before landing next to this dragon who was more tree than dragon any more.

"I escaped with half my body remaining, from a mountain behemoth, it was a harsh battle where my royal dragon managed to consume its child and break through to a whole new level of earth mana understanding. It’s been many years since then."

The completely casual way she started this introduction would have floored anyone else. But Ignus just took it as her understanding his curiosity to why she was a witch born.

"I was able to stand beside them and witness it. I was able to see the one I followed obtain greatness before I perished and returned to the earth. Until I found myself covered in healing water."

"I was saved by the grand witch of forests, and offered an awakening and rebirth. I took it. My life was already over and now it was starting again. Made anew as one with the forests and one with nature. Water affinity and earth affinity allowing me to remain rooted and survive for generations. Guarding these slumbering. Me new people."

The dragons’ pride that all dragons had remained but had been guided toward the nines who gave her a second life. "I see, you are not a dragon the same as us but you are still one of the ancients who we lost touch with. I’d like to know more of those times. I will share with you what I know of the world you’ve yet to see now."

The two began speaking slowly.

Sharing parts of the world they knew.

Ignus felt an aura of sadness but joy coming from this dragon made of trees and nature. She clearly missed the life she had lived and those she knew, but the joy of rediscovering other dragons after so long was clear. She didn’t hold animosity, just thankfulness for being reborn and now touching upon the current day’s dragons.

He had no reason to feel anything but the same respect for her the more they spoke. Any fiery atmosphere he’d had before was long gone, only a calm and warm flame lit around him now.

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