Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3355

Chapter 3355 Inner Light (Part 2)

Only his snout had not been touched, still wearing the happy smile he had died with. "Grampa Valtak!" The illusion was so perfect that for a moment. Aran believed it.

"Grampa Valtak, wake up!" He ran to the colossal Elder Wyrm, believing it had all been a cruel prank and that Valtak was having a pleasant dream.

"Grampa Valtak?" Aran stopped after a few steps, feeling something was wrong.

The Fire Dragon was too still. His nostrils didn't move and his chest didn't heave. The final straw that broke the illusion was the cold air surrounding the Wyrm. Valtak's inner fire was warm and kind, just like him.

Every time Aran was around the Father of Fire, it was like being wrapped in a hug yet. now there was nothing.

"Grandpa?" Aran started to sniffle, touching one of the massive fingers and feeling it. devoid of life. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

The Dragon was no more, only a thing remained in front of the young boy.

Aran's sobbing quickly turned into ugly crying. Leria fared no better, but while her uncle clung to Valtak's finger, she hugged Kamila's leg and refused to let go.

Lith turned around, ready to glare into silence any who dared mock the children for their naivety. Much to his surprise, none commented. There was no scoff, furrowed brow, nor so much as a smirk.

The Wyrms behind them looked down in silence, some with misted eyes.

If admiration toward a fellow Wyrm's treasure was the highest form of praise, openly grieving his loss was considered the highest form of love and as such it was highly respected, no matter whom it came from.

Lith ignored the Wyrms and reached his little brother, gently lifting him up from the ground and holding Aran to his chest.

"It's alright, lil bro." Lith said. "Valtak is at peace now. Nothing can hurt him." Aran and Leria kept crying for a while before they managed to calm down. "What will happen to him?" Aran asked and Lith nodded at Erghak to respond. 'If I'm the one explaining, I bet everyone will consider me a butcher who is already seizing the best cuts of meat. Fuck them and the Kinslayer title.' He inwardly grumbled. "Unlike humans, Dragons are not burned or buried after their death." The Fire Wyrm said. "Our fangs and claws are great to make weapons while our scales and bones can be used to forge sturdy armor.

"Our lungs which wield Origin Flames are great for generating powerful fire-based enchantments while our hearts are the place where we weave our spells during our

lives. It makes them great amplifiers and almost universal ingredients.

"And don't get me started about our eyes. Nothing of a Dragon gets thrown away, a bit like..." He turned toward the crowd of Wyrms behind them, nodding in apology and receiving their approval. "Like you humans do with your pigs."

The comparison was far from noble but with children clarity was more important than pointless pomp.

"I see." Aran nodded.

"But then what are you going to bury?" Leria asked. "An empty casket? His pieces of art?"

"Nothing of the sort." Erghak shook his head. "Valtak had many children and grandchildren and he explained to them what each painting and statue meant to him. His heirs want to keep the pieces of art as a memento.

"The Dragon funeral rite prescribes to select from the deceased's trove the objects about which he cared the most or that embody his way of life the best. Some are powerful artifacts, others ingredients, and others are just symbolic."

The Fire Dragon pointed at a few piles arranged near the Father of Fire's corpse. There were a few paintings, small weapons, a piece of Valtak's own egg, pieces of the eggs of his firstborns, and even elemental crystals with a unique hue.

"By the end of the ceremony, we'll arrange them in a single pile and burn everything with our Origin Flames. Our fire will revive Valtak's and the smoke will rise in the sky, reaching the sun.