Farkonia meticulously breotion using rare and unique herbs, which quickly restored the girl's magical power. However, the injuries she had sustained were severe, ae her efforts, it took siderable time to fully recover using both magic regeion and healing spells.
"Now that your body has healed, you should be able to absorb this," Farkonia remarked, produg a small vial filled with a crimson liquid.
"I discovered that you possess traces of draic blood, which expins why yical and physical abilities are slightly above average for a human. However, your draic heritage is still quite diluted," Farkonia tinued.
These words stirred a memory within the girl—she recalled that apart from acquiring the powers of mohrough her skills, she had once absorbed the blood or cores of other creatures directly. Perhaps it was this process that had granted her those faint draic traits.
"This is my blood," Farkonia said, "its draic essence is pure enough to bolster your own."
The girl accepted the vial, unc it. Immediately, the potent st of blood and an overwhelming force emanated from within, and she felt her body craving the tents.
This was an instinon to all beings with draieage, save for those of pure-blooded dragons. A lesser creature, driven by primal urges, would have ed the blood on the spot. Yet, the risks were apparent—such power could easily overwhelm a weaker being, leading to mutation or an explosive demise.
But this blood beloo Farkonia, a former Dragon King, reputed to be the mightiest ons. Even the girl found it nearly impossible to suppress the urge to drink.
"Simply absorb it. This pure dragon's blood will work whether you drink it or let it seep into your bloodstream through a wound," Farkonia advised.
The girl, no longer resisting, dowhe dragon’s blood in one swift motion.
Instantly, a tremendous force surged within her, violently c through her body. The potent draic essence began to infiltrate every fibre of her being, eaent akin to a bde slig through her ans. The quantity of draic essence was immeasurable, and the paiors in her body screamed in agony, ued by her diminished sense of pain.
"Endure… you must…" Farkonia's voice was drowned out by the girl's anguish, or perhaps she could no longer process the words at all.
[ Pain… must be… repaid a thousandfold… ]
Fragments of a memory surfaced in the girl's mind—memories from when she first absorbed those faint draic traits. Within them lingered a powerful rage and deep-seated rese.
‘Ihis physical pain is nothing,’ she thought, her resolve hardening.
In that moment, the roles reversed. The draic essehat had been ravaging her body became the prey, and the girl’s body began to devour it, assimiting it into her being.
‘We chose wisely,’ Farkonia mused, the transformation.
Ordinarily, acquiring draic traits meant simply gaining a fra of a dragon’s power. The esseed as a vessel, and o was lost, so too was the power. Farkonia recalled a great serpent from long ago, which, after gifting some of its draic blood, never fully recovered.
But to make these traits a perma part of one’s body was something altogether different. It was the hallmark of a being that had truly made the power ons their own—an achievement that rehem dragonkin iruest sense.
"Mm…" The girl’s transformation tinued, but the pain had signifitly lessened. Once she had mastered the invading esses destructive force diminished, much like an invasive species being prey once discovered as a delicacy, hunted until it was rendered powerless.
"It seems you've succeeded," Farkonia remarked, noting the girl’s returning sciousness and the restoration of her bodily funs.
"How do you feel?"
"…Quite well," the girl replied, g her fist, feeling the newfound strength c through her veins.
The lower a creature's rank, the less pronouhe differences in innate gifts and race. However, as one asds the ranks, these differences bee increasingly signifit.
Even now, merely iing the pure draic esseo her body had brought about profound ges.
"Yes… with your current state, you almost be sidered dragonkin," Farkonia mused.
If dragons had genealogical records, Farkonia might have inscribed the girl’s o them, though she still didn’t know her name.
"…Wait a moment! If you've absorbed my essehe that mean…"
Draic essence could indeed be passed down, much like a bloodline, with each dragon’s essence being unique, yet sharing simirities when passed on. In simple terms, it was akin to lineage…
In the instant, Farkonia blushed, g her head in both hands.
"Could it be… that I’m going to have a daughter? But I’ve never… dohat sort of thing…"
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The girl remained perplexed by Farkonia's mutterings.
…
After some time, Farkonia maain posure.
"Ahem! Now that you’ve absorbed my draic essence, what are your pns?" she inquired.
"…The attack you unleashed back then, what was it?" The girl poio the teique Farkonia had used when they first met—a sierahat had torn the girl’s body apart.
"Ah, that? Teically speaking, it wasn’t an attack."
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"Allow me to demonstrate."
Farkonia turo face a nearby stohen spoke slowly.
[ Shatter. ]
As soon as the word oken, the stone crumbled into dust, dispersing into the air.
The girl, witnessing this, was not only surprised but also curious.
She had heard Farkonia’s voice, but it had sounded like a blend of various nguages and tones. Strangely, even though it was a nguage she had never entered, she uood its meaning.
"This is ‘A Draic,’ a primordial nguage imbued with magical properties. It is, in essehe in of ‘Word Magic.’"
‘Word Magic’ ecial type of magic that allowed oo and objects through speech. However, it was often ineffit, limited in range, and weak in effeuch so that even basic telekinesis could easily surpass it.
"A Draic is incredibly difficult to learn and even harder to master. Even I only ma such limited power with it. Other Dragon Kings might struggle to learn it at all, and it has little to do with one’s ability to study. Are you still ied in learning it?"
The girl simply nodded.
How would she know if she didn’t try?
