"Why you...?"
Ashes had recognized his father's voice, but as he approached he realized that it was not how he remembered him. There sat a black dragon very similar to him. At first glance, the only difference between the two of them was the color of the scales.
"Ah ... Right. You don't recognize me with this form, but I'm the same. Come here" that black dragon invited him to sit next to him "There are things we have to talk about."
Ashes walked over to his father's side and sat down. He felt great internal happiness to see his father again, although he was with a different form.
"You must have had a really bad time ..." Ashes's father said when he noticed his son's scar.
Ashes nodded "... What is this place?"
"The heart of the crystal. Your mind is here, to the contrary of me that is my soul that is here" he replied.