Whose memories are these? System, how did you get this?
-Pay attention. I won't be playing this a second time.
William nodded and continued to focus on the memory. He spent three hundred thousand Points on this, and he wouldn't know where to cry if he missed out on the answer.
The dragon whose body he was inhabiting descended from the sky, until it had landed in a cave system attached to an inactive volcano. There, dozens of other dragons with varying colors of mostly red, grey, and black were grouped.
There was even a juvenile dragon in the room, probably no less than a few hundred years old. Its red scales were much more vibrant than its counterparts, and the youngling seemed to be smiling as it chewed on a piece of wild boar meat.
"Little Uri, how have you been." William's mouth moved on its own, but the voice wasn't his.
Seeing the grey-winged dragon, Uri beamed with joy and ran up to it, "Grand Uncle Vivax!"
