Tap tap tap tap
The echoing sounds of feet resounded in the quiet chamber of a small church as a woman strode through the quiet church, in alignment with the sound of her staff tapping so.
Arriving at her destination, she stood before a priest, adorned in the traditional garments of the church of Isis, waiting for her in the main prayer hall.
"Sister Gloria" he greeted warmly.
"Brother Michael." she returned bowing in greeting with the other priest following suit.
"I heard from the nuns that you had a message you wanted delivered to the main church?" he asked. Although it was a warm voice, it was also quite inquisitive.
As a priestess of the order of Hestia, it could be said that their church was quite close to the church of Isis, whom could be said to be their supervisor.
Close as they may be, however, it's rather uncommon for a priestess of a branch off order to request the delivery of a message to the main church of Isis.
Isis may be a goddess of kindness, but kindness does not mean weak, or easy to take advantage of, nor does kindness ignore the etiquette of position, where a mere wandering priestess could message the main church of Isis.
"I have found the favored child of Isis."
Such thoughts were thrown out the window, as a serious expression replaced the pleasant, if not mildly overwhelming one from earlier.
"Are you sure? Because if you're lying..." he trailed off, the threat very much implied.
"I am sure as I may ever be." said sister Gloria, without any hesitation.
"The light surrounding the child was the brightest I'd ever seen. Overwhelming, even." She recalled the special divine light that surrounded the child, a light so bright that it illuminated the whole area around the dragon.
Watching her face carefully, the priest confirmed for himself her resolve. At the very least, she was sure that she had found the child the church had been directed to find.
"If that is the case, then we must inform the main church. Come."
He turned swiftly, heading deeper into the church with the priestess following suit.
The child... had been found.
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Richard found this new child rather interesting.
The creature labeled the omen dragon was for one thing, an herbivore.
He'd been under some assumption the dragon would be a predator, and yet, contrary to that thought, it seemed to be predominantly herbivore, choosing to eat the low level foliage, as it walked upon four legs, occasionally choosing to stand solely on its hind legs while eating tree leaves.
It was a very passive creature, contrary to what he had expected.
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It also slept on top of him. Annoyingly.
It kind of just moved into the den with them, and while in the evening the hatchling would sleep next to them, he would wake up half suffocated by the hatchling.
Richard wondered if this was how siblings felt when they were pressured to move out in favor of the new child as some adventurers described it.
Annoying, but still, he did grow fond of the annoying hatchling.
Of course, as an omen dragon, there was a lot more to it than meets the eye.
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"Damn" whistles Panda, and Richard had to agree.
The omen dragon had been eating vegetation once more under careful observation, when a monster leaped out of nowhere, aiming for the dragon's neck.
A blur flew so fast that the furry beast didn't even have a chance to react as it found it's throat constricted by the vice grip of the omen dragon.
It's wings, which had looked far too encumbered to even fly, was being used to grasp the monster as it struggled.
Ignoring the struggle, the omen dragon used its other wing to grab the monster firmly.
RIP!
A gross stretching and squelching could be heard as the beast was flayed in twine, pulled apart by the two wings, it's innards dripping to the floor.
The omen dragon didn't waste the meat in the end, merely eating it in addition to the dirt and the vegetation as it dived in without hesitation, it's once more calm demeanor a stark contrast to all the blood dripping from its face.
What was equally fascinating?
His status.
[Species: Omen Dragon]
[Level:1/300]
[Health: 1400]
[Spd: 300]
[Atk: 500]
[mana:40]
His level barrier is... a lot higher than mine.
[Of course. The requirement for him to evolve is far greater than yours because his body will reach its limit far later than yours shall. ]
Yeah, but such a level cap...
Doesn't that mean his current body could reach similar levels of power to sister Alexandria?
It's no wonder she sensed him as a palpable threat to her domain.
Out of the shell and he's already murdering things that I could never have dreamed of handling at birth.
How amazing... and mildly frustrating.
A shame my appraisal is still so low though, since I don't get any insights into his skills, but from what I can tell, not much of a magic type is he?
[The dragon in question is from another age when mana was less prevalent than it is now. The hatchling was more in keeping with that time and location.
Moreover, his real stats lie in qi, rather than mana.]
Richard pondered that thoughtfully.
So qi was dominant back then?
From what he's noticing, he wondered if that was the case, what happened? The significance of the omen dragon according to the system was that it signaled the beginning of the new age.
But its body is more in line with qi, which seems to have been more prevalent than it is now.
So the dragon wasn't meant to signify the rise of mana, nor did it signify the rise of qi, so what was so special about the omen dragon?
[The omen dragon is a hybrid of dragons and dinosaurs. This was the age it was meant to signify. Two races, standing on equal ground.]
And it failed in the end then, right? Because dinosaurs seemingly no longer exist, except for the onyx beasts mentioned, but they don't seem to be aligned as dinosaurs anymore, right?
[Correct]
So the age that would've been heralded was an age of dinosaurs and dragons then?
If the omen dragon here was meant to signify the rise of such a period, and it died, I guess the dinosaurs just lost then, wiped out?
[...They were assimilated.]
What? Dozens of thoughts ran through Richard's mind.
Assimilated, not wiped out? What could this mean? The system had specifically chosen to call it out as assimilated, rather than wiped out, so that must mean something.
But what?
[unfortunately, I am no longer allowed to drop any hints.]
[These were hints gifted due to your luck in raising an omen dragon back from the dead. No more will be gifted.]
[If you wish to know more, player 0 must approve it, or you must find it by your own right.]
And thus Richard's investigation was cut off, leaving Richard to merely stew on these riling thoughts.
[Also, the name of the omen dragon shall be changed to an appropriate species name. ]
[The name shall be changed to gigante drakonius]