Huh, wait...
While "Albion" lowered her head and covered her face, Sovell realized something.
If this lady really had tried to claw her way into the Inner Sea of the Planet with her bare claws, that meant there was an immensely deep Great Hollow in Britain's crust, perhaps even its mantle.
Sovell looked up at the rocks around him. He had not examined them closely before, but now he noticed that the rock at the top of the hollow seemed to be flowing slowly?!
Combined with the extraordinarily high temperature around him, that suddenly gave him an idea:
Hiss-
Don't tell me this is the "Endpoint."
Watching Sovell suck in a sharp breath, "Albion" gave a subtle smile and continued:
"After that, my body remained here.
But my 'dragon factor' did not spread across the entire Island of Britain. Instead, it split into two parts, merging with the 'wind' and 'fire' I commanded to become two new lives."
As Sovell's expression grew increasingly grave, "Albion" stopped keeping him in suspense and laid out everything that followed:
"Yes, it was exactly what you're thinking.
My 'wind' became the white dragon, and my 'fire' became the red dragon.
But I still underestimated my body and soul. The instant I 'died,' they poured endless resentment and malice into the two little dragons.
Clearly, they wanted to take 'revenge' for me against this world that rejected us dragons.
The problem was, I had no such desire.
As for that resentment, the two little dragons, still embryos at the time, should have absorbed all of it.
But I knew perfectly well that if I let them both absorb it, the humans on the surface would suffer terribly.
So I transferred the malice within the red dragon into the white dragon, and gave the goodness within