Old Secrets (1)

For the next several moments, Vraegar was brought to the edge of death. Massive booms rang out as his bones that had reached the first Supreme Core in durability were taken to their limit and no single spot was left untouched, the dragon feared that a single massive breeze would cause him to collapse as his stores of energy had vanished a while back, clearly, Drakul was just toying with him at this point.

Under this intense torture, Vraegar's mind could not bear but return to the moment that his father had granted him the Nosferatu bloodline, at that time Vraegar had stolen Rowan's essence for his advancement, and with the awakening of his father, the expected rebuke he received had not been that he stole from him, just that his vision was too simple, and what he used with what he stole had been far too rudimentary. His father had been disappointed that despite all of his gifts, he had still failed to use his talents to their greatest effect.