Lord of Ascension: The Birth of Chaos-Chapter 53 A Dragon Egg for the Pendragons

Chapter 53 edited

Glass shattered sharply, making everyone in the hall jolt. One lantern burst, then another, then more, until every lantern hanging on the walls flickered and exploded into glowing shards. The sound echoed through the marble pillars and tall ceiling like distant thunder, pulling the room into a heavy silence.

Kaelith sat still, his eyes burning, thoughts spiraled as the memories returned. Not just memories... it was his pain. The kind of pain only he remembered. The weight of a day no one else in the room knew about.

Beside him, Scarlet flinched at the sound, then gently reached for Kaelith’s hand, seeing how tightly he was clenching his fist. He had no idea why he had reached out his hand, but he just felt like it was the right thing to do.

His grip was soft but firm, warm against Kaelith’s cold skin. He patted his knuckles carefully, glancing at Kaelith’s hand, which was clenched so tightly the veins stood out like they might tear.

Kaelith snapped out of his emotional turmoil. That one touch had calmed him, even if it was just for a moment.

He glanced at his hand, seeing Scarlet’s hand on his, made something inside of him calm. He didn’t feel the urge to break his hand or feel irritated by it.

’Fine, I’ll play along. After all, I need to break the seal placed on me before I can take my revenge.’

He drew in a breath. Then, without a word, he gently moved Scarlet’s hand away.

"Keep your hands to yourself."

He sat straighter, adjusting his cloak. Now wasn’t the time to lose control.

A chair scraped across the floor.

"What in the heavens is this nonsense?!" Dimitri’s voice rang out, loud and furious. He jumped to his feet, glaring around the room.

Before he could go further, his attention turned to the nearest servant.

"Replace the lanterns. At once. And find whoever’s behind this. If this is a joke, I’ll have their head."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the servants stammered as they rushed out of the room, their faces pale with panic.

No one looked directly at Kaelith. But he felt a particular pair of eyes glancing toward him, then quickly away. He didn’t need to look to know it was Agnes. She was the only one who knew what he was capable of doing.

"Let’s not waste time," Magnar said suddenly. His voice was calm. "Let’s eat."

Everyone obeyed. The clanking of forks and knives filled the air. But the warmth of the meal had gone. The flavor had vanished from their tongues and only the weight of unease remained.

Kaelith looked down at the plate, even when he was served, he didn’t touch it. He refused to celebrate his death with them. ’Hypocrites.’

’Why starve yourself? Join the celebration, celebrate your death with them. They gave you a second chance to rise again. A chance to wipe off their lineage. Isn’t that worth celebrating?’ He thought to himself.

A smirk formed on his lips, then he grabbed his cutlery and before to eat. "It tastes good," he muttered.

Once they were done eating, Kaelith dabbed his mouth with the handkerchief, before he stood up. "If there’s nothing else..."

"Sit," Magnar said, rising to his feet slowly. "I have a gift for the princes... and the princess."

Kaelith paused. His brows drew together. ’What does he have to show now? An art of him killing the demon or what?’

The old man clapped once, a sharp, echoing sound.

The doors creaked open again.

Two servants entered, pulling a large black cart. Its wheels moved quietly, but the entire hall fell into silence as it approached. It wasn’t just the size of the cart. It was made with smooth black wood, polished to a glassy finish, and carved with an intricate design. An eerie pressure hung around it.

The cart stopped at the center of the room.

Whispers broke out like a wave.

"What is that?"

"A coffin?"

"A relic?"

Magnar raised a hand, and the room quieted again.

"Uncover it," he said to the servant.

With careful movements, the servant reached for the golden sheet and pulled it off.

The fabric fell to the floor. The room froze.

Lying on top of a bed of glowing golden grass were six large eggs. They glimmered under the light, with a mysterious aura around them.

Two of the eggs were a deep crimson. Another was pure white. Two others were ashen in colour. The last was pitch black. So dark it seemed to absorb the light around it.

"Dragon eggs..." Artherine breathed. Her voice trembled with disbelief. "No way..."

Kaelith stared at the eggs with a keen interest. ’Well, well, well. The universe keeps blessing me.’

His gaze locked on the eggs, sharp. A storm of memories crashed through his mind. Dragons, fires, skies, and death. The sound of wings beating like war drums. The roar that shook mountains, and the flames that burned kingdoms. Then the silence.

It was the silence after their extinction. Because he was the one who ended them. In his past life... he had destroyed the last of them. With his own hands.

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His fingers twitched at his sides.

’These eggs shouldn’t exist...’ He slowly looked at Magnar.

The Patriarch was smiling, but there was no warmth in it. It wasn’t a smile of pride... It was more of a strategy. But strategy for what?

"This is my gift," Magnar said, his voice rising above the whispers. "For the future of the Empire. A gift for the next generation of Pendragons."

Dimitri stood up, stiff and confused. "They’re real?"

Magnar didn’t even glance at him. "Would you like to crack one open to see?" his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Why now?" Dimitri asked, his tone quieter now. "Why would you give them something so dangerous?"

"Because power should be earned," Magnar said. "And I want to see which of them is bold enough to take them."

Kaelith didn’t speak. ’If I show interest, he’ll know I’m watching. If I ignore them, I’ll look weak. If I ask, he’ll see too much.’

Scarlet leaned close. "Are you seeing this?"

"I’m not blind," Kaelith whispered.

Scarlet’s eyes flicked between the eggs. "Are we supposed to... touch them?"

Kaelith didn’t answer.

His gaze locked onto the black egg, and he felt drawn to it. A feeling he couldn’t quite explain.

"Why are there six dragon eggs? The Emperor has seven princes and two princesses." Ezzo asked, his blue eyes fixated on the white egg before moving to the crimson ones.

"Because the dragon eggs are only for the princes, and one of the princes is a weakling. Without magic, you can’t tame a dragon." Magnar’s gaze flicked to meet those of Scarlet.

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