Death... and me

"You... think?" Jazorth didn't quite believe it. "What do you mean?"

Rean shrugged. "Well, I didn't really have a sentience before reaching Stage Five, you know? Naturally, I can't remember where or how I was born. But after many years, I've never found any other Cat Race similar to my own. Well, I got my sentience around 70 years ago, so I might simply have never seen one."

Rean continued. "However, I have a basis to think I am a cat."

Jazorth was obviously interested. "Which is?"

Rean then took out his CD, opening it to a certain page with information regarding rare occurrences. "As mentioned here in the Wrdlem Empire Network, it is possible for a previous common animal to become a Demon Beast. As long as they swallowed something rich in Spiritual Energy and compatible to their bodies, the chance of them developing a core exists, although it is extremely small. I believe I was one of such. I just can't confirm it."

Jazorth wouldn't simply believe Rean's words, especially since even Rean was saying he wasn't sure about his origins. Nonetheless, his Spiritual Sense continued inside Ambrision, who went to the back and seemed to be testing his newfound strength. There was no doubt. Rean had truly fixed the conflict between Ambrisio's Yin Bloodline and his Yang Energy. At the moment, where Rean came from mattered not. What mattered was his Special Ability, which was pretty much a heaven-sent for his race. "You said that you wanted to talk to my Lava Pristine Salamander Race, right? Very well, come with me. We are going back to the nest."

Rean didn't mind. "Sure, no problem. However, I'm not staying for long. I just came for business."

Jazorth snorted inside. After what he saw, there was no way his race would ever let Rean leave again. Of course, he didn't say that. The best outcome wouldn't be to lock Rean straight away. Instead, it would be to convince Rean to stay by his own choice. "We will hear you. But first, you will need to show this ability of yours a few more times. Just because it worked with Ambrisio, it doesn't mean it will work with everyone else."

"You speak the truth," Rean agreed, pretending he didn't notice anything wrong. Of course, from the moment he decided to fix their conflict problem, he knew what the Salamanders would want from him.

Rean then jumped on Kentucky's back as they flew to Jazorth's side. "Thank you for accepting hearing us, senior."

"Hmph!" Jazorth still had to keep the appearances, though. "You are just lucky that your ability is useful to us. Otherwise, we would have to punish you for causing trouble against our guards."

But, at the same time, he also spoke to Rean through Spiritual Sense. 'However, I do understand why you would feel angry to be barred by Spirits in our continent. This is our territory, so it is only natural that a proud Demon Beast wouldn't just listen to any other race.' That was basically Jazorth already trying to incur favor from Rean.

A smile bloomed on Rean's face. 'Right? I am willing to die to not be ordered around by anything other than a Demon Beast.'

Behind, the other Salamanders talked to the Lava Rock Golems. Even if none of the Golems were killed, their bodies were destroyed, so they wanted compensation to continue working here. It was the way things worked. To prevent meaningless battles that would flare the conflict between body and bloodline, the Salamanders had to rely on such methods to keep their territory safe.

Rean and Kentucky were brought to a range of active volcanoes spilling lava nonstop. There was pretty much no solid ground for one to land, which wasn't a problem for the Salamanders. Being inside the Lava was what they preferred.

Nonetheless, it wasn't like the Salamanders never received any visits. Be it the Inquisition Hall, Humanoid Race powers, Spirits, other Demon Beasts, etc. Sometimes, they had to have a place where they could talk. That's where Rean and Kentucky were brought, an inactive volcano with an empty summit. Just the bare minimum to have a normal conversation.

Jazorth, Rean, and Kentucky weren't the only ones there, though. Jazorth had contacted other high members of the Lava Pristine Salamander Race in advance, and they were there already. Just through their Spiritual Senses alone, Rean could identify nine Transition Realm ones. Stage Eight Salamanders were in the tens. Yet, there wasn't a single Salamander below Stage Eight.

Jazorth landed in the middle of the group with Rean and Kentucky. At the very front, the biggest Salamander in that group looked below, seeing the barely a-meter-high cat Demon Beast. Kentucky was much bigger, but no one seemed to care about him. If just Kentucky wasn't supressing his Regal Bloodline...

"Jazorth, was what you said true? I find it hard to believe this puny Stage Six cat, whatever race he is, could help with our race's plight at all," said the Salamander.

Jazorth answered straight away, all the Salamanders listening closely. "Zymrug, I'm not 100% sure yet. But it is true he managed to fix, even if temporarily, Ambrisio's conflict." Jazorth looked behind. He obviously had Ambrisio come with him. "Ambrisio, let them all examine you with their Spiritual Senses. Use your abilities. Try to send a Dragon's Breath into the skies."

Ambrisio immediately complied. "Understood. Everyone, pay attention. I won't be able to do it a third time today."

"Wait, you used it once today already?" Someone asked, surprised.

"There is no way he can do it twice!" Another Salamander commented.

All around, the Salamanders seemed shocked that Ambrisio would try it again today.

There was a reason behind that, of course. Ambrisio couldn't use the Dragon's Breath repeatedly that easily. No Lava Pristine Salamander can. It was the signature skill of the Dragon Races, and the Salamanders only had a thin concentration of such bloodline. Doing that two times in a day was something only the Transition Realm ones could achieve... or so it was supposed to be. ŘＡΝȫ₿ËS

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