strokinit Chapter 295 Galakrond the Star Dragon
Chapter 295 Galakrond the Star Dragon
Chapter 295 Galakrond the Star Dragon
Finally, the dragon's shadow spoke first. Its voice did not travel through the air, but resounded directly within the consciousness of all living beings. The voice was ancient and desolate, yet carried a strange gentleness: "Do you remember me?"
Li Ang was slightly taken aback. He looked around and saw that Meiya and the others in the workshop were looking at him nervously, while the dragons kneeling on the ground were obviously not the ones he was talking to.
"I am—Galakrond, the Star Dragon," the voice continued, as if carrying a faint sigh.
Li Ang looked up, his voice equally majestic even in his silver-white giant form: "Excuse me—this should be our first meeting, right?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Li Ang suddenly sensed something. Did this Starry Sky Dragon recognize him? Or rather—recognize some kind of quality within him? Could it be that it sensed the aura of the [Torchbearer's Authority] and mistook him for some ancient being?
Just then, Galakrond, the Star Dragon, slowly shook his head. This anthropomorphic movement, performed by his body made of starlight, carried a strange beauty.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember. It seems that, in order to continue the fight to the end, you, like me, have lost a lot."
It paused, the light in its star-like eyes seeming to dim for a moment, "No—I only lost my physical body, but you—it seems you've lost much more."
Li Ang stared intently into those starry eyes, trying to decipher the true meaning of their words. He couldn't discern deception or mockery, only a profound weariness that transcended an unimaginable time scale, and—longing? Yes, longing. The starlight dragon's gaze towards him carried a hint of nostalgia, like the longing of reuniting with an old friend.
An astonishing possibility struck Li Ang's mind like lightning.
He took a deep breath and asked, "You once fought against the end? You survived from the last cycle?"
Galakrond's starlight body rippled slightly, as if he were laughing.
"I have not survived from the previous era to the present," its voice echoed in everyone's consciousness, "but from the very first era—to the present."
The earliest era?
Suppressed gasps and the soft rustling of scales came from the crouching dragons. Veronica suddenly raised her head, her face, bathed in light, filled with disbelief. Alex's single eye widened, and she even temporarily forgot the pain in her chest.
Li Ang's heart skipped a beat: "The very beginning? You—how many ends have you experienced?"
"Eleven times." Galakrond's reply was eerily calm. "But the era I chose to resist—only twice."
Eleven times!
Even Li Ang, who was mentally prepared, couldn't help but feel dizzy at this moment. Eleven civilization eras, eleven destructions and rebirths, and this starlight dragon shadow in front of him had actually witnessed it from the very beginning to the present? Just what kind of ancient existence is this?
The surrounding dragons were in complete chaos. What was their ancestral dragon, on whom they had placed so much hope, saying? Eleven times? Only twice? Even the ancestral dragon couldn't fight against the end? Then what about them, his descendants?
But not a single dragon dared to stand up and question them at this moment. The aura of the Ancestral Dragon pressed down on their souls like the heavens, forcing them to prostrate themselves and listen.
Leon forced himself to calm down and continued to press, "Is the End—truly unavoidable? And how did you—live through eleven eras?"
Galakrond suddenly laughed, and this time, the smile was clearly visible on its star-studded face.
"Whether you can fight back or not—shouldn't you be the one who knows best?" Its voice carried a subtle hint of sarcasm.
"After all, I only fought against the End alongside you in the First and Second Ages, while you—have fought against it for eleven ages."
"What?" Li Ang exclaimed, suddenly realizing something. The silver-white giant's body swayed slightly from the shocking information.
He always thought that the aged summer he saw in the void was his future self, his appearance after failing to fight on this timeline.
But he was wrong.
That's not who you'll be in the future at all.
That was the previous era, the eleventh era, after the failed struggle. The so-called correct history is the established fact that has already happened in the eleventh era and cannot be changed!
This truth leads to an even more bizarre and chilling possibility:
If each era is a new beginning after the complete destruction of a civilization, then the people, events, and... of different eras...
Relationships—how could they be so similar?
August, Eve, Maya, Olivia—and those familiar enemies and predicaments? This simply doesn't conform to the laws of random evolution of civilization!
unless--
A word suddenly entered Li Ang's mind, accompanied by many scattered memories that were originally vague but are now gradually becoming clear.
Singularity.
Li Ang understood instantly.
Regardless of the outcome, as the greatest singularity in this world, as long as he does not give up fighting against the end, those smaller singularities closely connected to his fate, those important people, and those crucial decision-making points will reappear in the new era. This is not a coincidence, not reincarnation, but something else—the gravitational pull of cause and effect, the inevitability of fate.
"It seems—you've remembered something." Galakrond observed the change in Leon's expression, and the dragon head formed of starlight nodded slightly before continuing, "Then are you still willing to continue fighting against the End?"
Li Ang nodded: "Of course."
Starry Sky Dragon looked at Li Ang with eyes that seemed to be trying to ascertain the sincerity of his resolve, and finally nodded.
"Since that's the case—you've won the bet. After 120,000 years, traversing the ashes of eleven civilizations, you still haven't forgotten your original intention—I accept defeat."
It suddenly raised its voice, and that ancient voice resounded in the minds of all the dragons and everyone in the workshop: "All children of the dragon race, listen up!"
"I, Galakrond, am unable to lead you against the End. And he—" Its starry eyes turned to Leon.
"I don't know if it will succeed. But I choose to entrust the rest of my power and authority to him."
"If you wish to seek the protection of the First Dragon in the future, then seek it from him."
The moment the words fell, Galakrond's enormous starlight body suddenly collapsed!
Billions of stars, like a waterfall flowing backwards, surged toward the silver-white giant where Li Ang stood. The light was so dazzling that everyone instinctively closed their eyes.
He felt a warm and vast power envelop him, starlight seeping into the silver giant's body, flowing through every energy vein, and finally converging on the ring finger of his left hand.
When the light faded, Li Ang found himself back to normal size, standing in the workshop courtyard, with a ring on the ring finger of his left hand.