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Chapter 178 - A Dragon?

I sat on the bed, cross-legged. I placed the egg in my lap, my left hand resting on its cold, obsidian shell. I held Draken in my right, its hilt cold as the void.

I didn't try to wield the sword's power. I didn't try to command it.

That had been my mistake during the first awakening.

This time, I would guide it. I built a bridge in my mind: from the sword, through my own mana core—acting as a filter, a conduit—and out through my left hand into the egg.

I connected the circuit.

"Wake up."

The response was instantaneous and violent.

It wasn't a gentle flow. It was a flood.

"...FOOLISH CHILD..." Drakerlor's ancient, booming voice roared in my mind, not as a whisper, but as a telepathic shockwave. "YOU DARE DRAW UPON MY—... WHAT IS THIS? A PEBBLE? NO... A... KIN? AN ECHO...?"

A torrent of pure, black-violet energy erupted from Draken. It wasn't my mana; it was a deluge of ancient, draconic, abyssal power.

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