Chapter 25

The Ouroboros flew at Zephyr and sped up like lightning — carrying with it cunning deceit and absolute poison to stop him. Simultaneously, the golden ray of mystical energy found itself in contact with Zephyr as he reached out for the draconic energy. A great roar ensued, Zephyr felt as though he was being split open, not by the blade, but by the immense force thrust upon him by the golden kindle. Zephyr tried to focus his Might, to recite the Way, but before he could do so, his body instinctively absorbed the energy.

Zephyr coughed, the blow from the Ouroboros had hit hard, he felt as though his back had split open, his insides reeled from the blow. He found his lips matted with blood, the cave floor painted with his freshly expelled blood. Zephyr thanked the stars; it was not fatal. “I got it, I did it!” Zephyr had absorbed the draconic energy, he had taken his first step into ‘becoming a dragon’. “You little c*nt, give me back my draconic energy!” Kerr cursed through gritted teeth,