Chapter 197: Melusine, that is your name
The acrid stench of decay fills the nostrils.
The dragon's blood and flesh, accumulated over hundreds of years, no longer exhibit the once-mighty and sacred presence; what remains is struggle and ugliness, as if narrating the tragic plight of the last dragon.
[The damp, cold air, the choking stench that makes one want to cry, the darkness where one cannot see their own hand—]
[This is the place of its birth]
[No one would approach here, yet a dazzling person stepped into the pool, disregarding the filth]
[Causing it, as a single-celled organism, to]
[Subconsciously yearn]
[In that moment, devoid of self, it awakened a desire, relying on the dragon's functions to mimic the man and shape a human form]
[It saw something beautiful]
[Though it is merely a single-celled organism that can only wriggle, it cannot help but yearn for that person, developing the thought of wanting to become like him]
"It's so cold; have I been soaking in the pool too long? No matter, since you want to follow me, I will take you to the surface."