The young dragon boy was sitting right on his throne and wearing an expression of utter majesty that rattled all within the room. Unfortunately, though, there was one slight flaw in this grand portrayal— his face. To put it mildly, it was not in any way fitting to the 'fierce lord' persona.
Normally, he could pull off "foreboding" with ease, but thanks to the pounding headache that felt like a miniature blacksmith was practicing in his skull, he was about as intimidating as a half-baked lizard on a sleepy afternoon. And, to top it off, he'd taken his mask off. Big mistake. Now he looked less like a feared dragon prince and more like an exhausted gecko questioning all life choices.
Judge massaged his temples yet again, hoping some mysterious force of the universe would banish the pain— and maybe bring his dignity along with it. But right now, he felt like a genius on a serious brain break… "A brilliant mastermind without the master... or the mind" he muttered to himself with a sigh.
Judge waited for quite a while before his headache finally subsided, and he could finally think properly... if you could call his way of thinking "proper".
The pain came when I was inspecting the church, but I am sure of one thing— even if it is Tenebris himself, he cannot influence a skill that Clio gave me, she is of a bigger existence than himself. Thinking about it, why did he want to descend, I don't think it was just to walk over the mortal world. And why can't gods walk over the mortal world, didn't Melina say that they did?
Judge's thoughts wandered, bringing back the throbbing pain slightly. Ahh! Fu... Judge wanted to curse, but he was against such vulgar use of beautiful language.
But he managed it with a less vulgar use.
He let the headache subside again before starting his pondering, he had an inkling about the origin of a dangerous headache, It must be because of the Enhanced Cognition, I used it at max speed for so long.
In order to test his theory, Judge activated his enhanced cognition, and sure enough, his head started to ache. He quickly deactivated it, There seems to be a limit to it, of course, there should be. I am sure there are limits to both Studio as well as Script writer. I should try them both.
Judge sat upright and decided to leave the place and head back to catch upon his sleep, tomorrow was a big day for his sister as she would be heading to Wistmere after a long delay due to the circumstances.
His father would accompany her, but both he and Liam could not because they were not allowed to leave their hometown, Tiérmere, before they could learn to transform.
Technically, they could learn transformation as soon as they were four and awakened their ether reserves, but all the other races awakened ether at the age of ten, so the dragon kids were only taught transformation at the age of ten, or nine under special circumstances.
Transforming themselves into a dragon was as easy as breathing fire, but transforming into a wyvern needed the backing of some complex principle that fortunately did not drain ether like a leaky bucket the more you use it.
All of this effort makes Judge wonder why they were so eager to conceal their identities as dragons, he had to study history for that, and he was absolutely not gonna do it.
Judge's mind was full of such thoughts that he dreamt of dragons, and he dreamt of ruling over the dragons, with each one of them being under his command.
The dream suddenly gave him a jumpscare with a familiar purple flash in the corner of his vision, he felt the same as when he had taken the black rune card with golden stars out of his body previously.
He felt as if he could do anything, he was giving a speech to the towering dragons who were well over forty feet. He was giving them a speech, but he did not know what, at the very end of the speech, he dropped his voice to an alarmingly low "I look so menacing" type tone.
It is time to seal the creation of destruction!
Judge's voice was cold enough to give himself a cold shudder— he panted and woke up from his nightmare, he looked around in lingering fear.
Panting, Judge scanned the room, it was yet to be morning, and the blue moon was looming over the horizon, it gave Judge another chill feeling all over his body. Sleep had deserted his poor self completely, so he decided to take his time to study artifacts.
Getting down from his bed, he went over to the tea table to pick up his lamp, but stopped in front of the mirror. There, he saw it!... it was only for a brief moment, but just that brief glimpse was enough for him, the similar purple flash, his iris had turned purple before going back to his usual ashen gray eyes.
The boy stood there in a daze, his mind was hollow, he wanted to think of what had just happened, but nothing came to his mind. After a long, tense, silence— he inhaled deeply as he realized he had been holding his breath.
He snapped back like he just awoke from a sleepwalking, and panted hard.
Judge wanted to just sit there and think for a moment,
I got up from bed, and there seemed to be a purple glow inside my eyes. The purple glow must have been caused by the dream, there was nothing else that was out of the ordinary. But what caused the dream?
I have never done anything notable except remove a seal that I think was suppressing my power somehow, but what did it suppress? It was definitely not my powers, my emotions seemed normal.
Judge sighed, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became and questions flooded from every turn. He leaned back from his chair, he still had not taken the lamp, but he was sitting on his desk.
Tomorrow night, he would head inside the studio and study the paper slip better, he got up and decided to write his diary which he had not written in the past few days. He took up his pen, and started to write in English-
Today, I discovered something crazy. I was using a rune to try and clean my already clean jacket...
...and so, I decided to trust my siblings a bit more, but I won't go to the extent of entrusting my back to them in a battle, after all, why should I?
He marveled at his own handwriting and wrote the final sentence he wrote under every page.
I will come to get you, Clio.