Once this line of thinking opened up, taboo thoughts surged forth like a tide.
Lust…
David quickly shook his head, looking somewhat dumbfounded at this rather irreverent Red Dragon ancestor.
"Is all that necessary?"
He hadn't expected Ephelomon's expression to become so solemn and dignified. The ancient dragon raised its head, staring intently into David's eyes as it spoke in a deep voice, "It is necessary indeed. Perhaps too much time has passed, and you descendants have forgotten what flows in your blood. Long ago, during the ancient Age of Thunder, the strongest dragons of our kind bore the sacred mission of chronicling the draconic legacy and purifying our family bloodlines.
"No one could guarantee they would return safe and sound after each campaign in the millennia-long war against the Giants for dominion over Toriel, or in the subsequent Dragonfall War that lasted for three millennia.
