Red Rockets Glare

They made a stop on a high mountain. There are clear skies circulating around the landmass, far away from the ruins.

While he was observing the figure dressed in heavenly garments, Dragonus saw a few more similarities from it. The hair was white as well, there was a type of crown sitting atop its head and ear, its feet were talons and its hands were slightly calloused, but it was sharp nonetheless. Then he noticed the face, it was still having its flesh, aside from the scars and blood it sustained from the battle. 

He felt odd. His features were all pale, like a dead corpse. Unlike from the others he saw, he was having a dark palette from the rest of their garments. The next thing he noticed was the wings, it was badly wounded but it was still resembling the same as his, if it weren't for the ethereal form it was now.

Do we have the same heritage? 

After that, he wiped the blood away from the wings, it was red in color and not having the black he had in his body. 

If we have different blood, then why is she having the same wings and talons that I have?

He began to remind himself about what the voices had told him when he left Pugna's Abyssal Reach earlier.

... so you mean that he's dead?...

Not after that, the unconscious lifted itself. Emitting a faint moan and then it sit straightly up, clearing the blurred vision first before it took notice of him.

The gaze of white met her emerald ones. As soon as he did, a series of seizures invaded him, causing pain to ripple out of his body.

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"Well... I have something to show you, if you don't mind."

"Really? What is it?"

A spark of Ancient Seal floated out of his hand, and then disappearing after a while.

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He roared in pain as he felt being crushed by the seizures, showing him several glimpses of images that he doesn't seem to know.

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"As the higher official of the Nest Of Thorns, I now place you as the Highest Former Mage of our Kingdom. Will you accept my blessing?"

He shook his head as he put on his helmet back again.

"I'm afraid I can't."

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Why does it hurt?? And what do these... wait, is this a memory? 

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"You seem up tonight, why are you here?"

He just smiled and he kissed her.

"Well, I don't know what will happen if I continue to pursue my training."

"Your Father wants it. You don't want to be a dishonor to him, so its your priority first."

"But..."

"Promise me that you'll finish it no matter what. Forget about me and we'll see each other."

"... then it will be my promise. Even if it hurts you."

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Suddenly, after recovering, Dragonus lifted up his eyes away from the memories as the seizures went away. He took several breaths before he looked up to the figure again, who was terrified from his sudden actions earlier. 

As he had enough breath, he sneered a bit.

"Who are you?"

"I am Shendelzare." The woman spoke. "And you are...?"

"I don't know myself, so I can't answer it." He snapped to himself.

Reaching out to his helmet was a best idea but not until Dragonus glared at her, with his empty eyes glinting like ghost. She quickly flinched away, and just adverted her gaze behind her.

Then how am I supposed to know him if he doesn't want to show himself?

Afar from the mountains, a pair of chains glowing with green rose up from the corpses. Growling a bit as it gazed up, smelling something.