In his mental space, he could see the glorious legendary nine headed dragon. It was so majestic that he tried to rub his eyes to underwhelm himself.
You don't need to rub your eyes: this is not a dream. It is a NIGHTMARE. the dragon hummed, mocking for his delirium.
You need to chill out a bit. You are looking at the heir of Logos. I'm not like those people from the past. I quite understand everything and nothing at the same time. You are not close to nothing... Wait! You have Logos marks. I think I have seen this Mom's robe. You belong to a... Basil was going to finish his sentence.
YESSSS... I'M a shadow Logos dragon. The royal white nine headed dragon Terminas. I have been waiting in this cave for millennia even before the Ragnar empire was here. No one knew what I was going to do! I was alone in the darkness and yet someday the darkness looked back at me. Like they say, Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people. As you know, There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is reckless driving you insane.
It seems that I need to tell you about my story.
As he said that, Basil was observing his Kun Peng. It seemed that his metal spirit was mentally observing the dragon. It didn't try to absorb it. Uniquely, it had done the opposite. It tried to sleep instead of doing anything aggressive. Initially, he had thought that it would attack him. Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. It was like it was a tea pot for him to hold back.
Alright! You have been here for a while. I guess you need to go back to where you came from. Now, you are telling me that you were abducted by a singularity creature. You want me to go to take vengeance for you. YOU GOTTA BE INSANE. I need to take my own vengeance... Bail was about to start fighting.
Hahah! I knew it. You have the spirit, boy. A child abandoned by his own mother. Oh what a drama! You think she will come back! You will not defeat the hell gods. I mean, there's a singularity there in hell. How do you think they gather all the souls? Hahahaha. YOU'RE NAIVE. A freaking roach that cannot do anything.
As he said this, Basil was getting mad. So mad was he that he intended to crush the dragon. Initially, it crossed his mind to use his soul and absorb his knowledge...
He didn't do it at once.
Designing a winning strategy is the art of asking questions. Experimenting and then constantly renewing the thinking process by questioning the answers. This is what he was trying to do for it to have enough confidence to use it to his own advantage.
The dragon was confident enough. In his mind, he already knew how to control Basil. It was like he was meant to do this.
Unfortunately, life couldn't be further explained to him in others. He would understand it in two ways. Basically, it was a storm on both sides.
In his time, he was the legendary leader of his clan with his physical body, spectacularly leading his dragon clan to success. Finding triumph. Even so, it didn't last.
There was a man or rather a thing that took over his class, making it nothing out of nothing to ashes of eternity. To hear it, you need to know what they call nothing. It was just like that: stardust in a sun.
The legendary dragon clan expanded itself to every kingdom of reality, dimension, pocket dimensions, and alternate reality.
It was just yesterday that I had my body. It seems to me that I'm going to get it back. To do it, I will have to absorb your essence and substance. Hahahahaha! This is a snap. Usually, I would not have it. But since you have it. I need to go after it. After all, you are just nothing. HAHAHAHA! the dragon said in a mocking tone, going after the spirit.
The spirit is in the mind, which can drive all passion and channel any thoughts of the mind through brain processes in cognition and metacognition. To his surprise, he couldn't overtake it.
Hahahaha! You fell for it. Now, you will spend eternity as another spirit of my arsenal of logos. HAHAHAH! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART ENOUGH! YOU LOSER LIZARD. As Basil said this, his soul started absorbing the dragon soul, making it scream in pain and resentment.
Nooo! I will not suffer this fate. Hell no! I cannot finish here. This is too stupid. WHO ARE YOUUU. as the dragon said his last words a nine large headed dragon tattoo appeared on Basil's back.
Hahahah! I knew this would work, but this is the first time I get a tattoo. Basil said in awe, looking at his wife in the dragon cave. Never laugh at live dragons. And also he was, for sure, a dragon.
dragon, in the mythologies, legends, and folktales of various cultures, a large lizard- or serpent-like creature, conceived in some traditions as evil and in others as beneficent. In medieval Europe, dragons were usually depicted with wings and a barbed tail and as breathing fire. In Greece the word drakōn, from which the English word was derived, was used originally for any large serpent (see sea serpent), and the dragon of mythology, whatever shape it later assumed, remained essentially a snake. The dragon's form varied from the earliest times. The Chaldean dragon Tiamat had four legs, a scaly body, and wings, whereas the biblical dragon of Revelation, "the old serpent," was many-headed like the Greek Hydra. Because they not only possessed both protective and terror-inspiring qualities but also had decorative effigies, dragons were early used as warlike emblems, as indicated in the story of King Agamemnon (from Homer's Iliad), who had on his shield a blue three-headed snake, and in the practice among Norse warriors of painting dragons on their shields and carving dragons' heads on the prows of their ships. In England before the Norman Conquest, the dragon was chief among the royal ensigns in war, having been instituted as such, according to Arthurian legend, by Uther Pendragon, King Arthur's father. In the 20th century the dragon was officially incorporated in the armorial bearings of the prince of Wales.