Card Apprentice Daily Log

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule SourceTʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs Noᴠᴇꜰɪre.nᴇt

"Then, Your Highness, please forgive my rudeness," Wyatt politely said before he began, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he prepared to reveal the truth.

The news Wyatt was about to disclose to the Dragon was exceptionally sensitive, particularly for the Elder Anesthesia Dragon. He needed to ensure that the Dragon wouldn't react explosively, unable to handle the truth. This was especially critical considering Wyatt had witnessed firsthand the Dragon's formidable power and knew that he wouldn't be able to evade its pursuit in the myriad realms.

Wyatt then informed the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, "As of now, all I can tell you is that the filth is born from the fusion of your energy with the energy of an unknown entity, most likely a ruler-class entity with remarkable tenacity that could affect reality itself. However, if you give me some time, I can analyze the data at my disposal to provide you with a more comprehensive report."

As Wyatt completed his report, he sensed a sudden increase in pressure in the atmosphere, and it was evident that the source of this change was the Elder Anesthesia Dragon. Wyatt dared not make any subtle movements, for he had just reported to the Dragon that the Filth was, in some sense, born from it—it was a part of it, and in certain contexts, considered akin to its offspring.

A long silence hung in the air, and the longer the Elder Anesthesia Dragon remained silent, the more uncertain Wyatt felt. He was prepared to utilize his devil merchant code privilege to transport his soul into a pseudo-calamity soul gem next to Cuth Diya in the Dark Realm at even the slightest sign of hostility from the Elder Anesthesia Dragon.

"It moved, Your Highness," Wyatt cried aloud and continued, "It is moving faster than before. A lot faster."

"Hmm," hearing Wyatt's exclamation, the Elder Anesthesia Dragon snapped out of its thoughts and turned its attention to the pieces of filth, observing them crawling at a speed akin to that of a devil-grade entity. Then, as if struck by a realization, it muttered to itself, "I suddenly sense a familiar presence from it."

The scattered chunks of filth across the blood rule source's surface exhibited an astonishing display of agility and coordination as they wriggled and crawled at an unprecedented speed. Driven by an innate instinct to reunite, each fragment of the filth seemed to possess a singular purpose, moving with synchronized precision toward pieces of filth nearest to them. Despite their fragmented state, they appeared to communicate with each other through some unseen force, guiding their movements to converge seamlessly.

As the scattered chunks of filth across the blood rule source's surface exhibited their astonishing display of agility and coordination, Wyatt and the Elder Anesthesia Dragon watched in stunned silence. Their expressions mirrored a mix of shock, disbelief, and growing apprehension as they witnessed the fragments wriggling and crawling at an unprecedented speed.

Wyatt's mind raced with a flurry of thoughts, his usual composure shaken by the surreal scene unfolding before him. He couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of fear at the sight of the filth's relentless determination to regroup. The sheer speed and efficiency with which they moved sent shivers down his spine, sparking doubts about their ability to contain the looming threat.

Wyatt's fear intensified as he grappled with the realization that the filth was not solely born from the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's power but from the union of two ruler-class beings. This revelation struck him with a profound sense of dread.

As Wyatt had observed the filth's unsettling capabilities such as dampening the Dragon's abilities and spreading across its body by feeding on its residual energies, Wyatt couldn't shake the disturbing thought that the filth might be a harmful organism akin to a parasite implanted in the Dragon by the other ruler-

class being. If this were indeed the case, then the sudden explosion of activity displayed by the filth's fragments could indicate that the original owner of this filth—the other ruler-

class being—had become aware of the Dragon's discovery and was retaliating.

The fact that the Dragon suddenly said that it felt a familiar presence from the filth added merit to Wyatt's speculation.

The prospect of a ruler-class battle erupting within the blood rule source sent a chill down Wyatt's spine. He realized that he might soon bear witness to a clash of titans, a confrontation between two beings of immense power vying for dominance.

Beside Wyatt, the Elder Anesthesia Dragon remained equally transfixed, its usually aloof demeanor replaced by a palpable sense of unease. Despite its formidable power, the Dragon couldn't hide the flicker of concern in its eyes as it watched the chunks of filth converge with alarming speed.

The Elder Anesthesia Dragon's sudden unease was compounded by the energy signature it suddenly detected emanating from the filth. This signature stirred memories of its most shameful and dreaded past, awakening a deep-seated fear that it had long thought buried. Never in its wildest dreams did the Dragon imagine that there would come a day when it would once again sense the dreaded presence that haunted its darkest memories.

As the realization sank in, the Dragon's stoic facade cracked, revealing a glimpse of the terror that gripped its heart. The echoes of its past transgressions reverberated through its being, filling it with a sense of dread and foreboding. In that moment, the Dragon found itself confronting the specter of its past, a past it had desperately tried to escape but now confronted with chilling clarity.

In mere moments as Wyatt and the Dragon were consumed by uncertainty and fear, the scattered chunks of filth coalesced into a singular, ominous blob, their movements synchronized in a mesmerizing display of unity. The newly formed mass exuded an aura of malevolence.

Wyatt ceased his gaze upon the repulsive mass of filth and turned his attention to the Elder Anesthesia Dragon beside him, seeking a sort of assurance for the upcoming threat. However, his expectations were dashed upon witnessing the distressed mental state of the Dragon.