Orson had always felt something was off with the color of the surrounding rock walls. They were a dull, ashen white, almost resembling the skeletal remains of a titan beast. However, he hadn't dared confirm it before. After all, the interior of this mountain was too vast—there's no way the remains of a titan could be so large after its death.
"Is this... the Dragon God's head?" Orson swallowed and asked cautiously.
Borlog didn't answer directly but instead responded with fervor, "His body turned into mountains, his blood became Rootless Water, but his lingering soul flame chose me—a naive half-orc!"
"So, you're saying your ability to foresee the future comes from the Dragon God?" Orson quickly grasped the core issue.
"It's a tragedy," Borlog said bitterly. "A despair where you know the bottomless abyss lies ahead, yet you're pushed forward by some unseen force. You wouldn't understand."