'Dragon's Breath!'
Yet, the history of the Lava Pristine Salamander Race changed that day. Ambrisio's bloodline activated, his Fire Elent gathered, the air was taken in, and out ca a powerful Sea of Fire that spread through the skies in all directions. Not only was Ambrisio using it for the second ti that day, but just like the first ti, it showed a power that surpassed what a Stage Eight Salamander should be able to do.
Ambrisio finished his breath, his body lost a little of balance, but he fought to keep himself awake. The second usage of the Dragon's Breath took a huge toll on his body. His bloodline lost all its power, needing now a few days to recover. Nonetheless, he succeeded. The second use was completed!
"Unbelievable," Zymrug saw it with his eyes, but he found it hard to bring words. He knew it wasn't a lie. Ambrisio did really use the Dragon's Breath once that day, and it wasn't even an hour since then. Above all, the power truly caught his eyes. "So this is what it looks like when the bloodline doesn't conflict with our Fire Elent... If just we had it during the last tis when we took part in the Divine Werdlem Stone Contest..."
However, he quickly shook his head. The past was the past. The fact was that soone seed to have found a way to fix it. Zymrug's head turned away from the fire in the skies, focusing on Rean on the ground.
Rean looked at the Dragon's breath in 'awe,' seemingly 'surprised' by such a 'powerful' attack. "Even if this is the second ti seeing it, when you use it towards the skies, it sure is a marvel to watch. I wish I had a Dragon Bloodline too..."
Zymrug glanced at Jazorth, who nodded back at him. The aning behind their eye exchange was obvious. "Ahem... your na is Tweety, right? And I believe that friend of yours is called Sylvester?"
Rean could sense the difference in treatnt in Zymrug's voice but pretended he didn't perceive it. "Ah! Yes, yes, yes. I am Tweety, senior. Sorry for spacing out. This Dragon's Breath of your race is just too incredible."
Zymrug obviously felt satisfied with the comnt. "It is indeed a gift that our race has a Dragon Bloodline. But that's not what I want to talk about. Jazorth ntioned you ca to us looking for us to conduct so kind of business."
"But first," Zymrug continued. "We need to confirm you can perform the sa thing with soone else. Gwart, go ahead."
A Lava Pristine Salamander imdiately ca out, stopping in front of Rean. "By the order of Zymrug, I am to receive your treatnt of my conflict."
Rean didn't mind. "No problem. Please, do not block my Spiritual Sense, Energy, and Elents. You might feel a little bit of pain, but that is normal. Now, relax and let do my work."
Gwart nodded and laid down on the ground. Rean followed with the sa treatnt as he did to Ambrisio, connecting to Roan to use his Dark Elent and Yin Energies. The salamanders' Flood Dragon Bloodline had existed for a very long ti in their race, so it was quite equally spread between them. So had a little more, others not so much. Nonetheless, that equality made the work necessary pretty much the sa to Rean. Not long after, Gwart was also cured of his conflict, using two Dragon breaths in front of everyone. Rean's special ability was real! Zymrug was obviously delighted to see that, so he went straight into the main topic. "What is it that you desire from us? Spirit Stones? Price won't be an issue. This volcanic terrain is extrely rich in Spiritual Energy. Naturally, many Spirit Stone mines and veins exist here. We can even find you so Fire Elent Spirit Stones, which are even rarer."
Rean was happy to hear that. "That's a very interesting offer, senior. However, I ca here for sothing else. I would like to have so of your race's blood."
Imdiately, the expressions on all the Salamander's faces turned dark. It was exactly as Foliana ntioned. A race with Dragon Bloodline was just as prideful. Selling their own bloodline. That was pretty much impossible to happen.
"Ridiculous!" Before Zymrug could even talk, another Salamander burst into rage.
"Kill him! Kill him now! How dare he covet our Dragon Bloodline?!"
"No! Make him a slave! We can use this ability of his until he dies!" *Roar!*
Zymrug suddenly roared, causing all the other Salamanders to shut their mouths. Only when silence was restored did Zymrug turn back in Rean's direction. "Tweety, I should have imdiately swallowed you the mont you brought out such a request. Were it not for this special ability of yours, you would be dead now. Do you have any idea how deaning, shaful, and hateful it is to ask for a Dragon Race Blood? You are basically stepping on our pride. Even if it is for the sake of fixing the conflict in our bodies, we would still not step that far."
Rean faintly smiled and changed the conversation to Spiritual Sense so only Zymrug could here. 'To be more precise, it is the case only if done in front of so many Lava Pristine Salamanders. However, were I to receive a certain Spatial Ring that no one knows what is inside, I might change my mind. What do you think? As I said, no one will know anything.' Zymrug gritted his teeth. He truly felt like killing Rean right there and then. Did he think that just because of this secret ssage, he would change his view as a Dragonkin? 'Don't force your luck, puss. I'm giving you a chance here. You whether select sothing different as paynt, or we will simply lock you here and never let you leave again. You will be forced to work with this special ability of yours forever without gaining anything.'
"Sorry, seniors," Rean imdiately apologized to the Salamanders. "I didn't know that this request would cause such a reaction. Naturally, I will give up asking for any blood."
Yet, little did Zymrug know that he wasn't the only one who got Rean's Spiritual Sense. In fact, every single Salamander in that place received it!
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