Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 102: Communicating with the Devouring Soul and Dragon Soul (2)

Chapter 102: Communicating with the Devouring Soul and Dragon Soul (2)

"Just keep your mind steady... serene... peaceful... and calm. Use your Soul Eyes, and you should be able to communicate with them. Don’t worry—you’ll understand at the right moment," the Death Spirit explained gently, yet with an air of mystic certainty.

Drakion sighed deeply and gave a slow nod. He closed his eyes, steadying his thoughts in accordance with the Death Spirit’s words. Strangely, he found he could still see, even with his eyes shut. And then... he felt it.

A string.

Suspended in the space before him—barely there, yet undeniably real. He felt an overwhelming urge to pull it. His hands moved on their own.

And in the very next moment, the eyes of the Devouring Soul sprang open. Its eyes were far from ordinary. The left eye had a black eyeball overflowing with Devouring Originat, while its pupil gleamed like a golden halo fang. The right eye, on the other hand, had a golden eyeball, and its pupil mirrored the same golden halo fang but black in colour with Devouring Aura —an inverse reflection.

When Drakion saw those eyes, fear washed over him. A chill crawled down his spine. It felt as though he were laid bare—naked before those eyes—as if they were harbingers of the cosmos themselves.

Drakion couldn’t take it any longer. He opened his eyes with a gasp, staggering within his soul’s Sub-Space. Drax and the Death Spirit turned toward him in surprise—Drakion was sweating, even in this realm.

He glanced toward the Devouring Soul, whose eyes were once again closed. Now, he understood the necessity of that silence. If left open, those eyes could bring about the destruction of universes.

"What happened, Drakion?" Drax asked as he watched him clutch his chest and take a shaky breath.

Drakion looked up at him. "Did you see its eyes?"

Drax shook his head. "No. It’s not in the system data. No other race has ever possessed both the Devouring Soul and Devouring Body."

Drakion’s eyes widened. Even the system lacked knowledge of what he now carried within. That was a revelation more terrifying than the vision itself.

He described everything he had seen, and Drax exchanged a glance with the Death Spirit—both visibly confused and startled.

"It’s up to you to discover its true purpose," Drax said at last. "Because those eyes... they are your true Devouring Eyes."

The words struck Drakion like a bolt of thunder—shocking and incomprehensible.

"For now, try to create a link. Connect with the eyes. If you can access their power, it might help you defeat the Dragon Eater," Drax added, his tone growing serious.

"But the Dragon Eater is on par with the Golden Dragon King... Even injured, his power isn’t something I can confront," Drakion sighed, the weight of that name pressing down on his soul.

"Don’t worry. You’ll understand... when you wake up," Drax said with a small, enigmatic smile.

Drakion nodded slowly. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes once more, attempting to reconnect with the Devouring Soul. This time, it was easier—the pathway had already been carved.

The eyes of the Devouring Soul opened again. Though the chill returned, it no longer paralyzed him. It was bearable—barely.

He then turned his attention to the Dragon Soul. Something shifted in his perception. The Devouring Swirl within its eyes unveiled a multiverse—entire realms dancing within each iris. The sight stunned him into silence.

How could he even begin to ask for their help?

Then he decided: he would speak to them with his soul.

"I need both of you—your power and your help—to defeat the Dragon Eater before me," Drakion transmitted, his thoughts carried with urgency and solemn plea.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Devouring Soul shifted—turning directly toward him.

And within that gaze... something ancient stirred.

"What’s your cause, Vael’Drakion Vorr" An ancient voice reverbated In Drakion mind.

When Drakion heard this, he was shocked as he looked at the Devouring Soul in front of him , "You can talk"

"We have life of our own" The Ancient Voice resounded.

"Vael’Drakion Vorr, I ask again, what’s your cause for fighting" The ancient voice reverbated.

"What is your cause, Vael’Drakion Vorr?"

An ancient voice reverberated through Drakion’s mind—deep, distant, and echoing across the boundless void within his soul.

Drakion’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the Devouring Soul before him.

"You can talk?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"We have life of our own," the ancient voice resounded, carrying the weight of forgotten eons.

"Vael’Drakion Vorr, I ask again—what is your cause for fighting?" the voice reverberated once more, pressing against his mind like the pulse of a world yet unborn.

Drakion fell into thought. His cause...? At first, his desires had been simple—he merely wanted to enjoy this new world, gather beautiful wives, and live freely. But then, reality struck with a merciless blade. Dreams shattered.

His goal shifted—to become the strongest, to surpass all. But even that felt hollow now.

He remembered it—the harrowing moment when Kaidros, Lizzy, Zephyr, Stryx, Noctheria, and the others were devoured before his eyes by the Dragon Eater. Power hadn’t saved them. Strength alone had failed.

He realized then: Even if one becomes the strongest, the journey takes time. And in that time... loved ones can be lost forever.

He clenched his fists.

"My cause... is protecting my loved ones," Drakion declared, his voice firm with solemn fire. He spoke not merely of vengeance or power—but of shielding those he cared for. He would not lose anyone else. Like Kaidros and the rest. Not again.

"You may wield our strength for ten minutes. You must prevail within that window," the ancient voice intoned with finality.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Devouring Soul began to rotate—slowly at first, then faster, like celestial gears unlocking divine purpose. The Devouring Whirl surged into motion, a spiral of devastating energy. A bulb of light—pure and condensed—emerged from the souls, drifting toward Drakion. It entered his soul like a star fusing with his essence.

Then—just as suddenly—the world snapped back into place.

Drakion looked at the Devouring Soul and the Dragon Soul, now silent and still as statues, their power sealed once more.

His soul began to blur and fade.

"It seems you were able to communicate with them," the Death Spirit said with a rare smile, his voice laced with curiosity and quiet approval.

Drakion nodded in return, offering a faint smile of his own.

"I too shall help you," the Death Spirit said calmly. With a gentle wave of his hand, a fragment of his essence separated from his form, drifting toward Drakion’s soul. It merged with him silently—mysterious, unseen, yet potent.

"I won’t say much... but it will prove helpful," the Death Spirit murmured, his tone distant, echoing like a whisper beyond time.

Drakion couldn’t respond—his form was already vanishing, dissolving from his soul’s sub-space. The Death Spirit stared at the space he had occupied a moment before, then slowly faded himself... his presence dissolving into a drifting mist of death.

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