An endless sea of clouds spread out before Lillia and Blake as they headed toward what should be the eye of the storm. “Lillia, are you sure this is right? What if the entrance is somewhere else? We are moving away from the direction the clouds came in.”

“No, I am sure of this because of how widespread the green clouds are. Just because the rain of death might have started elsewhere does not mean it can not be powered from another source. Think about it. When it first rolled in, the clouds were not all that green, but now they are a really dark green in color. Even the rain at the start was very light, as if the clouds were going to break apart. I originally thought that it was just due to all the dead in this world, but even then, it would not cause something like this.

“Only a mass concentration of death energy can cause a cloud of death rain of this size to appear. And the denser the death energy is, the closer we will be to the location of the tomb.” Lillia answered as the two continued flying forward.

“Lillia, do you think we will run into the other races?” Blake also wondered if other races would show up or not.

“Most likely. The ancients from the other races would not miss this chance and would have long felt the death energy. So we might be in for a fight or two. I will change my appearance just in case to look more like you.” Lillia replied as they finally came to the eye of the storm. Down below was a space distortion much like a void, but this one had death energy pouring out of it. Lillia’s body began to change so that she now had blonde hair like Blake’s, with blue eyes and horns. Align with a thin pointed tail. She even sprouted a set of wings exactly like Blake’s.

“So these tombs are built by the ancients and house all their former glory?” Blake had so many questions he hoped he was not bothering Lillia much.

“Yeah. They might have scriptures with ancient magic or just ancient history altogether that tells of certain things. Maybe even precious plants that have long been extinct that can help one evolve. As long as it can help you grow in power, the risk is very much worth it. But we should be careful when entering this place. We may end up split up. Sometimes the ancients will put magic arrays on their tombs so people will be separated from one another.” Lillia explained as the two landed on a large rock protruding out of the ground. “Hmmm… it’s not fully opened yet. We won’t be able to enter right away.”

“Who the hell are you?” A voice came from the side. Both Lillia and Blake turned to see a Young man who was obviously a dragonic as well as another woman wearing a full face veil standing side by side.

Blake ignored the young man and turned back towards the space tear. He did not wish to start any fights at this time when there might be ancients around. But it seemed the young man was not going to let him go so easily. “I asked you who you were. This is dragonic territory.”

Lillia whispered into Blake’s ear, and only then did Blake turn, look at the young man, and snort: “The fuck is dragonic territory? Your race belongs in the north and should stay there. Right now, you are in my area. If you wish to fight, just say so. If not, get the fuck off your high horse and wait for the tomb to open.”

“You! Do you have any idea who you are talking to!?” The young man roared. He had fire spewing from his mouth.

“A limp dick who fucks his own blood related sister. ” Blake responded. His harsh words caused Lillia to giggle. She loved this side of Blake the most. Of course, he would not be saying this if Lillia had told him it was fine to expose himself because no race would dare to suddenly attack a drakani without knowing if there was still an ancient alive. With her being a drakani as well, it proved that there were more than just one. However, she was still suppressing her powers.

“Damn it! It was you, wasn’t it!? The fucking drakani!” The young man was so angry he wanted to rush forward and tear his enemy apart, but he did not dare. He knew he could not attack this man until he knew for sure there were no more drakani in hiding. He already felt something was off when his entire army of millions was crushed. He looked at Lillia and smelt the same scent from her as he did from the man who came to an understanding. They were fools! The damn elf prince set them up! They made them enemies of the drakani, and he fell for it thinking that there was only one!

“What is going on here?” An old voice rang out. He slowly floated down from the sky and looked at the four people staring at each other. His eyes were a bit surprised to see a race he felt was quite familiar but couldn’t quite put his finger on it for a few seconds before remembering something. “Trien, back down!”

“Ancestor!” Prince Trien called out. He looked at the old man and wanted to say something, but the stern look on the old man’s face showed he was not going to let him say a word.

The dragonic ancestor was something Blake had never even seen before, and he could feel the power from this frail looking old man’s body. “Sir, I know we may have had some issues in the past, but since this tomb is about to open, we should put them aside for now. What do you say?”

“If limp dick keeps his trap shut, I do not mind thinking about it. But old man, you Do realize you are on my territory, right? In all rights, this tomb should be mine.” Blake showed no respect to the old man whatsoever, causing the old man’s face to turn red with anger. He could tell that the young man was not very powerful, but the woman next to him, he could not even detect her strength. He had got a strangely familiar feeling from her, but he could not put her face to someone he knew.

“A tomb is for all. It should not be bound to one race only, don’t you think?”