After this bloody meal, I retreated to a dark area, the darkest in the whole base, at the very bottom...

There, the darkness was absolute.There was a dead end corridor, the back of the base where the darkness and the shadows were almost liquid.

I brought a kind of alcohol made with the juice of goblins, fairies and elves. I put it at the bottom and stepped back, flat on my back, and began to cry with terror and loneliness...

A depression came over me and the next thing I knew I was in deep space, far from any light.

I was in a wormhole....The infinite mass around me was dancing and I was at the entrance, tiny... like a speck of dust. The only light that reached me were the eight pairs of giant eyes...

The vial went through the tunnel and disappeared into the darkness.

The "celestial jaws" reached out in my direction and I felt the gravity and the almighty mass of this end-of-time creature.

A claw pointed at me and the claw alone must have been 20 times my size but I took it between my paws and rubbed my muzzle against it and started to lick it...

"Mom... "

Any voice being impossible in space it was a telepathic message.

Hydra: "I know, my child .... But I am proud of you. You are progressing faster than expected, but the trials ahead will require you to be strong. But I believe in you."

"Mom...it's hard to be alone....Can I stay a while?"

I clung to her coal-black claws for a moment, crying like a child in his mother's skirts.

"Carnage, in my crystal palace, I can see possible futures but I am forbidden, shall we say, impossible to interfere but I would like you to ask yourself questions.

Don't forget who you were, that you were a scientist and that war is one thing and violence and cruelty another. Don't lose yourself if you want to survive.

Don't forget that you are not alone, not alone anymore. Violence must not blind you and become your second nature."

"Are they coming?"

The hydra smiled...revealing cosmic fangs. An image was sent to me where in huge cells filled with eternal ice lay wounded and mutilated multi-headed hydras and dragons to varying degrees, broken, shattered.

"Carnage, these are the ones like you or like me who are lost beyond redemption."

I bowed my head.

"Yes... I will be careful..."

Then the claw went back to the other side of the universe...My spirits were lifted. But a lightning bolt went through the tunnel and up into the depths of the base....

The hole closed in an obtuse angle. I know from the magic of darkness that this geometric configuration was also used to summon the dogs of Tindalos... nightmarish beings.

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Alarms sounded and red flashing lights alerted me that something had happened at the shrine.

To gain speed, I began to fly through the huge elevator hall.

I was sweating, and I didn't dare to imagine the worst. I began to pray to Mother Enka, Enka the Destroyer.

The heavy armored door opened and in the park, chained to a pillar, I saw my wife awake, moaning.

"KRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"

"SCREEEEEEEECH"

Went the white dragon wriggling around, chains on her hind legs, and a muzzle.

I looked at a monitor at my paw at the vitals and they were all good!

I was happy but she was in a panic, in psychological distress. Poor thing, she had fallen asleep as a human and thought she would close her eyes forever and here she was as a dragon... but alive...

Immediately, I cast a soothing spell, a sort of powerful antidepressant, to prevent her from harming herself.

I cast an invisibility spell on myself and let her breathe, calm down. She looked at her paws and the grass.

She realized that she was about 20 meters long. There was a long moan of terror...

I spoke: "Kate? Kate???? "

The dragoness turned to the voice and realized that she had a long neck. Not wanting to witness this spectacle I let my wife realize her situation. It was heartbreaking.

If I was happy to be a dragon, it must not have been easy for a human woman, especially one with noble values. She moaned for hours and collapsed from sleep and during this time she was transported to a room that looked like a hospital room with objects in her size, a bed, a shower, a stool and a cesspool.

Fruit, bread and ham were served on the table to wake her up and a TV... with music.

All protected by armored, magically reinforced glass.

Kate opened her eyes again

"What a nightmare... I thought it was true, that I had monster claws..."

then, she looked down and saw that she did have clawed hands full of white scales and ice blue claws. Then she tried to get up but had to give up. She crawled to the toilet and could see her reflection in the mirror.

NOOOOOOO!....... She saw a huge creature, with 11 mini horns and 4 huge horns at the back and teeth of T-rex.

But despite the appearance, it was a beautiful dragoness. clean and with shiny, polished scales. She looked at its back and saw beautiful wings and a long tail ending in beautiful flares.

She looked at herself for hours. She searched the drawers and found towels and a pad with a large marker and a sponge to write on.

She went to the door but it was locked. Then she knocked.

My portrait appeared on the screen. Kate tried to speak but animal screams came out... She wasn't used to it yet...

"Kate... it's me...!

HANS!"

She grabbed the slate as best she could.

"HANS... HELP!"

"I know it's you... you poor thing..."

She wailed and cried a huge lament and straightened up against the wall, plastering it with fluids and tears as she cried. She pointed to her paws and cheeks as she looked at the screen.

"Kate... Listen to me.... I'm like you... We are dragons..... There are no more humans... we are the only ones...."

She slid down the wall, defeated..

."But I know where our children are... they are alive..."

She straightened her head, hoping...

"You will have to be strong...

All the humans have been slaughtered... and it is only us who are alive and a few creatures I am trying to gather to rebuild our world."

She wrote again.

"Why? Why did you do this to me?"

"Without you, it's impossible. I know who did this to us. It's not your fault or mine."

"Why?" she wrote again.

"Only the dragons and a few lucky creatures could withstand the rays. We baked like a microwave oven. I put you in a coma so you wouldn't suffer excruciating pain.

Then, a video of me "cooking" in the tube undergoing regeneration and burns, with decay and regrowth of tissue for days.

She gagged when she saw the insane pain I was in. But she was seeing a dragon in a tube, not her husband, Hans Reinhardt.

"Are you a dragon too?" she remarked.

"Yes..."

And the door opened and she was terrified by my red-golden dragon appearance.

I lay down to reassure her and... with a trembling paw, she touched my neck and slid along my scales and went around my back and touched my wings and paws. I looked down.

"Sorry, Kate..."

But it was too hard. she turned and climbed onto the bed, turning her back to me...

I walked out, leaving the door open.

Cabal appeared on the screen.

"Mrs. Reinhardt, this is Cabal, at your service ...".

She clenched her fist, not knowing what to do with that body.

Cabal: " Mistress... Your husband is able to change back into a human now. And he will be able to give you back your appearance but for a few hours a week.

He did everything to save you and your loved ones. The dragoness was in a state of shock, lost, angry and also terrified, she didn't know what to do.

Cabal: "Your husband, Hans, has asked me to rehabilitate you and above all not to sink into despair. You are going to do some exercises with your tongue and your jaw to do some phonetics.

The goal is to be able to speak again...

But first, we are in a military base in cybernetic research DHARMA. The U.S. government knew about this for years and they prepared for the cataclysm by sending arks into space and building bunkers like this one, which is the largest and most sophisticated. The bunker of the end of the world. But it was no use and your husband knew all along and took the necessary steps to survive.The humans did not manage to survive here, the rays passed over the depth. They didn't stand a chance from the start.

But you must not blame your husband. "

She then wrote, "How long will I stay like this?"

Cabal: "Dragons don't age!"