[Essentially very similar to the True Ancestor]
[However, there is no so-called bloodsucking impulse, simply a flesh spirit born from the dragon factor]
[Considered as the child of Albion]
[But, its dragon nature concentration is slightly lower]
[In the first round, due to the losses caused by the Albion dragon, you do not want to suffer again in this second round]
[That kind of pain is enough for once]
[There is no need to feel it a second time]
"Ha! I did it…!"
Moran examined his perfect body.
This time, he injected all his energy into the Principle Idea Blood, and it was clear that this gamble had succeeded.
Unlike last time when he carried the Frozen Principle.
Now, the principle he possessed within him was Castle-ergo-Kingdom, without the inconveniences of the Frozen Principle.
"Let's move towards the surface…"
The thought immediately sprang to Moran's mind.
But, as he took the first step.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, lingering in place, as memories from the first round surfaced in his mind.
[You recalled the special place located deep within the Albion Spirit Cave]
[That place of the Dragon's Eye]
[The last symbol of Albion has not yet died; its last cells are still struggling to survive]
[Although it would be fine to leave]
[But as soon as you think of Albion's past, you cannot turn around and leave so easily]
[—It is the feeling from the last simulation]
[Facing the desire to reach the Inner Sea of the Planet, hoping to share the information with Albion that helped you]
"Really can't help it…"
Moran smiled wryly and shook his head.
He had always been someone who did not want to bear emotional debts.
It was best to pay this off as soon as possible.
If a situation arose that he could not avoid, it would be a troublesome matter for Moran.
[The desire to go to the surface is incredibly strong]
[Wanting to see Morgan again, to recover the past unfulfilled matters, wanting to once again bring Britain into view]
[But, before that, let's wait a bit]
[You took a step forward, heading underground]
[This distance is not too far; you reached the Dragon's Eye without wasting much effort]
[The dragon shadow of Albion appeared]
[You showed it the final arrival at the Inner Sea of the Planet, that dazzling star miracle that was more brilliant than anything else—]
"Ah, I see it… I see it."
Thank you, my beloved son, for once reaching such heights; I am truly comforted… Thus… thus… I can also hear the final tolling of the bell, how beautiful it is—"
[Albion shed tears like flowing water]
[Although it is merely a memory akin to a mirage, you say that this memory holds immense value]
[For Albion, who has reached this state]
[It is no different from salvation]
[The remnants of the last dragon's soul tremble, the accumulated unwillingness before death is now continuously flowing away]
"My beloved son, may the path you walk and the light of hope continue to shine into the distant future…"
[Albion, just like the first simulation]
[In its final moments, offers you a blessing, and then, that dragon's soul dissipates along with its will]
[You witness this moment with deep emotion]
[However, Albion did not leave nothing behind; it still placed the possibility of rebirth here]
[It is also a support for your future]
[As you, a flesh-and-blood spirit based on the dragon's essence, have not overly consumed Albion's power]
[Otherwise, it would have no strength left]
[Albion condensed all possibilities into a single point, as a thank you for bringing you the light of miracles—]
It can almost be described as filthy flesh.
No tendons, no bones.
No cilia, nor body hair,
No sadness, no pain.
There are also no emotions of joy or enjoyment; it is a creature created from the remnants of something stitched together.
Simply being able to survive is quite remarkable.
Yet, it may not even be aware of this.
It knows neither its identity as a dragon nor what it truly desires.
Though it can be called a living being, it does not count as life.
Ultimately, it is merely "something" that writhes in the black mire, relying solely on instinct…
[What you see is this existence]
[As a gift, it seems too filthy and ugly; it is hard to imagine this would be the last dragon's token of gratitude]
[Ordinary people would certainly think this way]
[But you only feel an overwhelming familiarity]
[Once upon a time, you too rolled in such a pit, born into this world like an infant]
[This spiritual cave is unfathomably deep]
[It is a world that sees no light day in and day out]
With a splash—
It is the flesh rolling in the black mire.
Originally devoid of self, it caught a whiff of a dazzling presence not far away, as if it were a light never before seen.
Though it does not even understand the definition of dazzling.
Yet, it is so certain.
"Are you so eager for light? It will be hard if you go out. Compared to following me, if you stay here, I can ensure you live a carefree life."
Moran, like a kind older brother.
Showing affection to this grotesque mass of flesh, his clear eyes devoid of any hypocrisy.
He sincerely offers advice to the flesh.
However, as if responding to his words.
With another splash in the pool.
The flesh, like a child learning to walk but falling, rolls in the pool, splashing the foul-smelling muddy water.
It writhes closer to Moran.
Specks of filthy black mud splatter onto his splendid attire.
Undoubtedly, it is a scene that tarnishes something beautiful.
Yet, Moran's face shows no anger; the only emotions he conveys are helplessness and tenderness.
"Since you insist on this, I won't stop you. You might not understand what I'm saying. However, seeing you struggle so hard while I choose to do nothing seems too cruel."
Moran strides into the swamp without hesitation.
Allowing the stench of the mud to taint himself, he steps closer to the rotting flesh.
With each step he takes,
The flesh instinctively reacts, mimicking the structure of the cells on its surface.
It gradually forms a human shape…