"Grandpa Allen, am I the last dragon?" A younger-looking Ana inquired as she sat on the lap of a wizened old man.
Above, the Nighteye was revealed in all its glory, its purple light illuminating the lands below.
The old man with a head full of white hair and a body too muscular to be normal, replied in an amiable tone. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I read a book, Rise and Fall of the Ozkan Empire. It mentioned the War of Desolation and how it led to the extinction of the first-generation Cryptids including dragons."
"I am quite surprised you managed to read the whole thing." Allen teased, eliciting a chuckle from Ana as she felt proud of herself.
"Well, am I the last dragon?"
Taking a deep breath, Allen asked a question of his own. "Does it matter?"
"I don't know." Ana truthfully replied, her demeanor taking a melancholic tone as she found herself delving into her thoughts.
