chapter.30.2

Chapter.30.2

"That... can't be real," he muttered stumbling, while Dragazon remained silent." So let's say she is a flower, what do I do?

"You have to drip a few drops of blood on the ground or on the flower," he asked anxiously.

"I'm not going to hurt myself..." he protested, but lost his voice when he felt a discreet pain in his hand and blood dripping.

"It's no longer necessary," he said indifferently as she stared like a lunatic at the hand with the small cut, but instead of the blood dripping, a line of blood formed, making its way to the flower, Alessa again became dizzy in disbelief, until the flower glowed again and a white smoke rose from it.

Leya stared at them in confusion, her tired eyes still wanting to sleep, so Dragazon cradled her in his arms.

""I've never been so weak..." she murmured, closing her eyes, as he led her to the sacrificial stone and Alessa followed, unaware that her blood was still releasing a bloodline." Your blood is contained, it is your essence