After all, everyone here understood that among the dragons in the Realm of Stagnation, only Aloz and they were on the same side at this moment. The rest were all servants of the Twilight Dragon.
But contrary to everyone's expectations, the dragon merely coughed hoarsely twice before raising its head to look at them. The strange dark-silver light in its eyes, narrowed by its severe injuries, had vanished, replaced by a golden glow.
Like a blazing flame.
"Jerak?" Aloz asked, almost unable to believe it. "You... you..."
"Aloz..." The dragon forced a smile with some difficulty. "You really came."
"Mr. Jerak?" Brando had noticed it too. His opponent seemed to have regained his senses.
Jerak smiled weakly. "I am nearing death, Aloz, and you as well, human gentleman... But fortunately, at the last moment of my life, my soul has finally escaped the shroud of darkness, allowing me to return to the eternal homeland of dragons..."
"Jerak..." Aloz finally confirmed that her companion had recovered, but she had never expected it to happen under such circumstances. Her voice grew choked with emotion.
Jerak, however, did not seem to mind much. Its radiant gaze swept over the Little Female Dragon before finally settling on Brando.
"I know you, sir."
Brando paused slightly.
"Missril is my mate."
Only then did Brando understand. He immediately remembered that respectable Silver Dragon Lady, and his gaze toward Jerak became tinged with regret. He could tell that the other party was determined to die, and had used this method to escape the Twilight Dragon's clutches.
He might have been able to save Jerak's life with the Angel Heart Bottle, but it was clear that Jerak might not be willing to let its soul become shrouded in darkness again.
Besides, it had only moments left.
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