The great Dragon

Chapter 20: The day of fire and ice!

Serpens watched Zorvath breathe out smoke, sending him back to the front of his house with Zorvath nowhere to be found. He heaved a sigh, contemplating on and on pondering over everything that Zorvath had told him.

Walking back to his room, he just couldn't help but wonder what exactly the draconic gem was and why Doromu had fused with him of all the people it could fuse it with. He wondered why the said Doromu had never spoken to him once since it was a part of him already.

As he stepped inside, the familiar surroundings of his room offered little comfort. He sat on the edge of his bed, lost in thought, and his gaze drifted to a framed photo on his nightstand—one of him and his sister with their grandmother.

Memories flooded his mind, transporting him to the sunlit days spent at their grandmother's old house. He recalled the cozy evenings by the fireplace, where she would tell them fantastical tales of draconic creatures, mystical gems, and ancient abilities.

She would often speak o