Chapter 161: BESTOWING BLOODLINE I
Aaron stood in the grand chamber of his castle. His mind buzzed with the intoxicating rush of his new power, the Night Father bloodline coursing through him like a dark river, whispering promises of dominion and creation.
"So system, how does this thing work?" Aaron asked through his mind, his tone eager but focused, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he prepared to dive into the mechanics of his newfound ability.
[Just access your codex. Should be as easy as talking to me. Then you choose whatever bloodline you wish to bestow on him. Or you can outright create a new bloodline. Your call,] the system explained, its voice clear and instructional.
Aaron followed the system’s instruction, closing his eyes as he focused inward, his breathing steadying as he reached for the codex. The air around him seemed to hum softly, a subtle vibration that resonated with his pulse as his mind connected to a vast, intangible archive. The codex unfolded before his inner vision, a kaleidoscope of power, a myriad of bloodlines shimmering like glowing threads, each one pulsing with its own unique essence. Ancient draconic lineages roaring with primal fury, shadowy night-born strains whispering of secrecy, and cosmic powers that seemed to hum with the weight of stars. The sheer variety was overwhelming, a tapestry of potential that stretched beyond comprehension.
Aaron sifted through hundreds of lineage bloodlines within the codex, his mind filtering through them meticulously, each one presenting vivid visions: fiery scales that burned with otherworldly flames, shadowy wings that cloaked the stars, cosmic roars that shook the void. His fingers twitched involuntarily, as if grasping at the intangible threads, his focus razor-sharp as he sought the perfect bloodline to elevate Flameborn, his loyal dragon companion. The codex felt alive, responding to his will, narrowing options as he honed in on his vision. In the end, Aaron modified a bloodline, crafting something bespoke—a fusion of night and elemental power tailored specifically for his pet. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he finalized his choice, the codex humming with approval.
[Warning! Granting the desired bloodline will overwrite the pre-existing bloodline of the creature. Continue with the process?]
"Yes," Aaron confirmed, his voice resolute, eyes gleaming with anticipation as he stood before Flameborn, the young dragon’s scales glinting faintly in the chamber’s dim light.
"I hope this doesn’t hurt, buddy. But no risk, no reward," Aaron said, his tone reassuring, though a flicker of guilt passed through him as he initiated the bestowment. His hand hovered over Flameborn’s head, a faint glow emanating from his palm, dark and shimmering like liquid moonlight, the air growing heavy with the weight of the ritual.
"Aarghhhh!!!!!" Flameborn roared in pain, his cry echoing through the chamber, shaking the stone walls and rattling the floating orbs. The elemental dragon bloodline was forcefully stripped from the young dragon, each shred tearing away with unimaginable agony, the sound of its anguish piercing Aaron’s heart. He refrained from intervening, his jaw clenched, knowing any interference might disrupt the process. His heart clenched at the sight of his pet’s suffering, but he stood firm, watching the heart-wrenching transformation unfold with a mix of guilt and resolve, his hands trembling slightly at his sides.
The agonizing process continued relentlessly, every bit of Flameborn’s pre-existing bloodline ripped apart, each shred leaving a void that pulsed with raw, searing pain. The dragon’s body convulsed, its scales shimmering as they began to change, the air around it crackling with dark energy. The void from the stripped bloodline was slowly filled by the bloodline Aaron bestowed, a dark, shimmering essence that flowed into Flameborn like a river of night, healing the damaged soul in the process, knitting it back together with threads of shadow and power. The chamber seemed to darken, the orbs dimming as the new bloodline took root.
After what felt like an eternity for Flameborn, but was only a couple of minutes in reality, the bloodline bestowment came to an end, the chamber falling silent save for the dragon’s heavy, ragged breathing. The transformation was complete, and Aaron watched, awestruck, as Flameborn’s appearance shifted before his eyes.
The dragon’s skin transformed into glossy obsidian black, scales glinting like polished mirrors, each one catching the faint light and reflecting it with an impenetrable radiance. On his head, two silver horns emerged, sharp and elegant, their curves seeming to trap the moonlight itself, glowing with a soft, ethereal sheen. The eyes of the young dragon shifted to a luminous silver, mirroring the moon’s glow, piercing and serene, holding a depth that spoke of newfound wisdom. Flameborn grew larger, passing his first growth state in a surge of power, his frame expanding with muscle and grace, wings stretching wider, their edges shimmering with shadow. His aura grew denser yet more contained, a testament to the dragon’s mastery of his new bloodline, exuding a quiet, formidable strength that filled the chamber with an almost tangible presence.
[Congratulations! Bloodline bestowment successful!]
[Flameborn has gained the eternal Primordial bloodline - Eclipse Dragon].
[Flameborn]
Race: Eclipse Dragon
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★★
Agility: ★★
Vitality: ★★★
Stamina: ★★
Mana: ★★★★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: God rank - elemental manipulation
BLOODLINE: ECLIPSE DRAGON:
Born of Elemental Majesty, Crowned by the Night Father
Once a sovereign over the primal elements, now remade beneath the decree of the Night Father. The Eclipse Dragon is the eternal convergence of light and dark, fire and shadow, storm and silence. It is the dragon who devours suns and exhales moons, the beast whose wings herald eclipses across worlds. No longer bound to mere elements.
Abilities
◈ Umbral Elements
Every elemental breath is transfigured by night. Flame becomes Shadowfire, burning with an eerie, consuming darkness that clings like a curse; frost becomes Abyssal Ice, chilling to the soul, freezing thoughts as well as flesh; storms birth Lunar Thunder, crackling with celestial fury that splits the heavens; earth bleeds Starlit Stone, unyielding and radiant, a foundation of cosmic might. The dragon wields not elements, but their eternal night-born forms, each one a masterpiece of destruction.