The Last Primal

Reading through the status update, just before he could take a closer look at the girl's status screen, the incoming message made him tremble with shock. This one, albeit related to the minion, wasn't colored in the informative grey, but instead, it was white, meaning it was a regular update requiring his attention.

Looking at the list of changes, that looked similar to the updates to the games of his previous, modern world, Aiden didn't know what to think. 

Should he be happy for the incredible boons she was rightfully earning? Should he be instead worried as to evolve in such manner must have meant that her last couple of hours was beyond anything he could imagine?

What sort of troubles, dangers could she have gone through to end up in this state? Why couldn't he be with her at the time of her need? 

Even worse, he had no news from the rest of his friends, his sister, or the joined-up Silver Howl mercenaries at all. Though he could guess from the calm, not disheveled state of her follower that nothing was ultimately lost, Aiden didn't like being kept in the dark and so far apart from his little family. 

Thinking about all that happened to him since the start of this pointless event, Aiden felt his heart thump loudly in rage, filling his body with a growing, bubbling sense of anger in the process.

He couldn't help but clench his fists, trying to push the waking beast back down and try to regain himself in the process. The flickering golden light coming from his eyes as he battled with the waking draconic self-created a creepy, eerie sense of lumination in the dark underground cell for quite a while, before he could finally carve out a temporary victory and regain control. 

Luckily, he managed to keep his power in check lest it would violently unfold and possibly shatter the meager bars blocking his only route towards possible freedom.  action

Yes, even though he was kept in some sort of custody, these meager bars wouldn't have been able to keep him down if Aiden truly decided that enough was enough and would have decided to leave. For someone that could shred steel armor to pieces with the swipe of his claws, it wouldn't have taken him much to escape if needed.

Yet, Aiden decided to stay at his appointed place. He wanted to learn more of what was happening, who these mysterious creatures were, and what they have done to his assailants. Also, what could have been their reason for capturing him alive and taking him to this strange place.

Still all that would have not have been enough to keep Aiden from venturing out on his own terms. 

No. He could have then taken his time and explore these maze-like caves on his own terms, take a few of the residents he could find, and absorb them in hopes of meeting somehow intelligent or powerful enough to gain their memories in the process as well.

What kept him from acting how he truly wanted was this weird sensation of tingle that he felt in the depths of his core ever since he arrived in this place. The globe of energy that represented his most dominant, draconic traits were trembling, shaking with excitement ever since Aiden came to his senses.

There was something deep down, deep inside that reacted with his Ancient Dragon self. Something either related to these long-forgotten mythical beings or the race of Dragons in general. 

Something, or someone. There were some secrets that he now desperately needed to find answers to. Questions he may not be able to explore if he were to act aggressively, no matter how much his entire self was against acting the role of a helpless captive, he needed to in order to hopefully gain the trust of whatever these creatures actually were.

Though he was fairly sure that even with his usual modus operandi, Aiden could ultimately pry the information he wanted, the risk of the unknown halted his hand. This strange sense of familiarity, this sensation of looking forward to... to something his mind couldn't properly process as of yet, made him wary.

There were several theories already floating in his mind. Could it be there's an altar of his ancestors hidden in this exotic world? If so then how? Why? 

Or maybe, there's an inheritance of another dragon, something he could absorb and merge together with his core and evolve his Draconic form to a higher level? Though that was just as outlandish as the first theory, the possibility of it made Aiden's body shiver with excitement almost instantly. 

Just imagining the possibilities? Could he take on the form of those legendary creatures and shift into a more dominating presence? Though he was giddy as a child at the thought of it, there were immediately worrisome questions created and hindering his dreams in his mind. 

What would happen to his current, human-like appearance then? Would he lose it, or would it change, shift to take on the more dominant traits he had? Would the newly merged enhanced form be stronger than his origin, his Primal self? What would happen in that case? 

Would he lose his sense of self in the process? What would he turn into?

His thoughts were abruptly put to a halt when Aiden suddenly noticed the presence of three creatures approaching his chamber…

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