The Primal Blood Demonic Dragon
Chapter 83: Cht 83: Am I Really The Sole Reason Of Everything

Chapter 83: Cht 83: Am I Really The Sole Reason Of Everything

Night settled slowly over the vast woodland, bleeding from golden dusk into a hushed indigo sky speckled with cold, steady stars. The air was crisp, laced with the scent of bark, distant moss, and lingering elemental residue from the group’s journey. For once, no beasts howled, let alone any corrupted beast. No flicker of hostile spiritual pressure stained the distance. It was by all signs, a safe night. If such a word could even apply to this anymore.

Gin sat with his back against a thick-barked tree wrapped in lichen, his silver-blue tail flicking idly across the soft forest floor. A faint glow shimmered around him, not from cultivation or active energy flow but simply the ambient release of natural spirit as his transformed body adjusted to its primal nature.

The camp was quiet. Fireless, as usual out of caution.

Instead, glimmering vines from Mira’s and Jean water-wood elements resonance weaved through the canopy and hung in gentle arcs, illuminating the glade with a soft aquamarine pulse.

He could hear them breathing, the others, everyone. Each one a different rhythm, a different frequency of life. His ears twitched unconsciously, catching the shallow exhale of Xingning in the far edge of the clearing, the slower, deeper pulse of Mira’s rest, and the quiet shift of Lucy’s limbs nearby.

Lucy.

He glanced sideways, pretending to still be focused on nothing in particular. She was sitting cross legged a few body lengths away, her long legs relaxed, arms draped over her knees. Despite the day’s travel, her breathing hadn’t grown ragged. She should have been exhausted. She didn’t possess an energy core anymore. No circulating meridian network with other means as even that has cracks in inner walls. He had scanned her body structure multiple times be under pretense of caution and under true curiosity or during their session of lust release last night in spar of moment of intense focus on them.

Her flesh wasn’t like a bodyforging cultivator in the any sense. No physical strength, she has like one. Nor outer layers tight or inner body parts tough enough, tempered to that level. Yet her physique had that same kind of endurance, flexible muscle density far beyond natural. Outer skin layers more tighter than any non-awakener, tempered than most Tier 1 awakens. Inner body structure dense and coiled like a bowstring as if a trained intern-body forger. Her tendons weren’t also normal like not soaked in energy for quiet some time . She shouldn’t be able to last so long last night with Saira.

He remembered last night. The moment had returned to him too many times despite his best of controlling his mind.

Two hours. That’s how long Lucy had held up against Mira’s relentless continuesly releasing aura, body to body, friction against friction. No backing down, no collapse. No sign of raw exhaustion until finally when her breath gave out like the snap of overworked limbs as she folded her toes and released her juices finally on big flow, then trembling body slightly but quiet and numb, waiting for her strength to return. That had been the only reason for the pause. Not pain from doing it to much. Nor rejection from her body feeling such pleasure. Just the breaking point of stamina.

Even now, sitting near him, Lucy’s hair clung slightly to her sweat-dried neck. Her body was still working through the strain from running at full speed. She hadn’t even asked to stop, hadn’t once demanded attention. He didn’t need to ask why Mira had become attached to her.

His tail curled tighter around his own legs. He didn’t fully understand her situation after checking this time with spiritual sense but he was sure of one thing.

Lucy was Unusual. Not in the wrong way. But unnatural in that primary laws couldn’t explain her.

’A primal or any awaken without energy is like a normal beast without teeth. But she is more than just teeth....and..

Even without any body forging’

A sharp flick of energy presence drew his attention left.

For a moment, he thought something stirred in the forest, but no. It was closer within. Gin’s spiritual sense unfolded like an umbrella, scanning the camp with discreet care. The weave of Jean’s vine canopy allowed enough cover for most activities, and he’d been careful not to peak on anyone intentionally.

But then an accidental ripple.

Soft heat. The gentle friction of skins. Hidden behind one of the vine curtained growths to the west. A flicker of wind energy, almost instinctive, gliding through leaves like breath.

Xingning.

The gentle strain of motion, precise yet not calculated, carried a trace of animalistic rhythm. That energy wasn’t hers alone. The other signature strong, grounded, deceptively silent was Jean’s. Except... not the Jean she usually saw. This one bore the lizard-wing form and vine-wooden form beneath her skin, sealed now under a feminine primal form. Her presence was low and fluid tonight, the way a being softens to coil alongside to release fire in her libido, not prey.

’She even have learned to take base form now.’

He could have took back his spiritual sense but something made him feel that they were like this because of him or something was wrong with all of them. Because none of them felt like in heat during the journey.

Last night Saira and Lucy and today Xingning and Jean.

He hadn’t intentionally meant to glimpse the way Xingning’s breath hitched slightly, her both meat buns bounced with every up and down of her back bums rising and falling while her slit rubbed with the opening crack of Jean.

The way Jean’s core energy pulsed in sync with Xingning.

This is another eye opener. Both releasing threads of different green energy subconsciously.

One cyan, the colour of still water from distance during day time. Another neon green, the colour of most greenery.

It wasn’t a surprise. Not truly. The bonds between them had deepened over the journey and Xingning had always been sensitive to aerial elements. Jean’s winged nature, even when disguised, must have offered a connection. Still, Gin couldn’t help the flicker of emotion that surfaced. Neither envy nor regret, just... a sense of emptiness that he can’t join them in this wolf form nor because of his previous situtation.

His soul is super horny many times yet body showed no response everytime.

What kind of even situation is this!

A rustle beside him drew his attention back. Still his focus of spiritual sense is still on their activity.

Alice.

She emerged softly from her tent, the soft cloth swaying closed behind her. No sound. No light. Just her quiet, distant and elegant. ’Who knows! who she even took after.’

Someone indirectly praising himself.

She didn’t look at him directly but walked toward his side and lowered herself slowly. Her white cloak swept around her legs like a petal folding.

She leaned on him, chin resting against his shoulder. No words.

Alice always did this. She never joined the others during their more... primal expressions. But she never fully stayed away either. Gin had wondered if it was discomfort or choice. Now he understood. She was simply content to witness. To be close, even without touching that side of the bond. It wasn’t distance. It was presence. Her closeness was her intimacy.

"You’re not sleeping" Gin wanted to say this after a long silence but only his wolfis growl came out low and warm.

She shifted slightly, her cheek brushing against his robe. As if understanding his words she responded with "Neither are you."

He allowed a slow exhale. Her energy signature was faint, crystalline like untouched snow. She wasn’t suppressing it. That was just how she was cold clarity. Sharp like spirit glass. But not unkind. Just like him.

He once again thought who did she even took after.

He looked at the direction of Jean and Xingning and growled once as if murmuring their name.

"I know" she replied while understanding his words again without any sound.

He growled again while trying to ask "You knew?"

A nod. "Since few hours."

He felt Alice smile slightly against him, the smallest movement of her lips on fabric. There was no malice in it, no superiority. Just quiet knowing.

"They’re... compatible" she added, tone matter of fact.

Gin gave a soft, short wolfish growl again and thought ’She only knew today. And yesterday i woke up in this new body....Saira and Lucy were also like that yesterday and....they have started again today.....

So am i really related to the cause of their bond?’

While he was gazing at the new bond activity, Lucy left silently to continue today’s workout.

Since waking up he felt everything a little too strange like they changed to entirely different direction.

They sat in silence again. He wasn’t sure how long. The vines above swayed gently, parting just enough to show a wedge of starlight. Alice’s warmth seeped through her cloak and even though she didn’t touch him beyond her leaning, her presence steadied him.

Time passed.

Eventually, Mira returned to the their canopy. Her steps were slow but controlled. She looked freshly cleaned, her hair slightly damp from conjured water. Her expression was unreadable. Only when she glanced at Lucy still cross legged, did it showed ripple.

And all this amazed him still.

Lucy, who had no core, no path for energy, no flowing element, could endure Mira’s subconsciously releasing energy pressure, Mira’s flow. The water user could be overwhelming her resonance wore through others like constant tides. But Lucy never sank. She absorbed. Matched. Reflected. Like her body remembered how to exist in storm, even when her spirit had no anchor left.

Gin wondered if this everything was even real. He still remember her fainting just after coming to the island from just one wave of pressure of just him presence.

He watched the vines close behind Mira and Lucy. Then he stood.

Alice didn’t stop him.

He walked the perimeter, silent, careful not to step near Jean and Xingning’s canopy. He simply paced, letting his body adjust to the night, muscles and bones loosening from stillness.

His transformed form-still new felt more natural now after one day of staying within it and healing to certain extent.

He hadn’t joined any of them yet.

Not because he didn’t feel. He felt too much. But he was waiting. For what, he didn’t know. Maybe for the solution to appear by itself or he needs time to think his next steps.

After all he can’t forever be trapped in this wolf body.

Either he need to find his body, if it even exists. After all why else would his soul even transfered to this wolf.

Or recreate another body. For that only question in how. After all for that to happen there are many complications.

When he returned to the center of camp, Alice had gone. Back to her tent. He settled near the base of the same tree, folded his front paws while leaning back his with tree as a security with full concentration at front. Watching and hearing everything.

The breathing patterns.

Two rhythms in sync from Jean’s direction. Gentle, sated.

Another pair Mira and Lucy were slower, steady. Not quite resting, but not straining either.

Alice’s was faint, like mist on snow. She slept with eyes open sometimes or maybe she simply drifted between awareness and dream.

He closed his own eyes.

No enemies. No battles. No howling corruption.

Just the forest. The stars.

And six lives weaving into one another. Slowly. In their own time.

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To Be Continued.