Some time earlier.
Blood Sea Subspace.
Six dragon eyes shone like suns, overlooking everything.
"Which... side can we help?"
Sheo scratched her head. She was currently standing above the Blood Sea alongside Isengard, and asked in confusion, "The Creator's inheritor? I know about the Creator... but who's the inheritor?"
"Who else could it be?"
In contrast to Sheo's bewilderment, the blond youth sharply searched through every scrap of information in his memory bank and reached the correct answer without hesitation. "It can only be Ian!"
"Think about it, Sheo. Other than Ian, who else fits such a mysterious and unfathomable label, while also being connected to us?"
"Haha, right!" Sheo realized she might have overthought things. "So what's going on now? Besides Ian, there's actually someone else who's also the Creator's inheritor?"
Even someone as carefree as Sheo understood very well what the Creator represented... the master of all True Dragons, the creator of many powers that transcended the ages.
Aside from being a Seer and the inheritor of the Immovable Fortress, Ian actually possessed an identity even more mysterious, powerful, and dangerous...
The two holders of the Creator's legacy are engaged in a fight to the death.
The True Dragon's Echo said calmly: We could originally only bear witness. They are each other's most extreme opposites, the most absolute of enemies, yet in certain respects they are similar. They can seek common ground while reserving differences.
But now, they are fighting. I have no authority to do anything, but... you are different.
You are connected to them. I cannot stop you.
So, whom do you wish to help?
A phantom image emerged. The Dark Gold Dragon lay motionless on its side within the Ice Dragon's Nest, while the black-haired knight stood beneath its neck. Vast quantities of golden-red dragonblood