My Beginning After the End Four Armies

Demise

Agrona Vritra

I was sitting in my room, planning, trying to figure out how to get the most out of Grey's body, knowing his control over aether was important. I needed to figure out how to utilize it for myself, I could simply move his aether core to Virion's body, however, I would have to cut out Virion's core, then Grey's, then swap them.

I didn't even know if it was possibly, it most likely wasn't, that's why I'm trying to find another way. If I knew how he made the aether core, I feel like I could make one myself, but even knowing it's there, and sensing it, there's nothing I can do to replicate it. That thing is one of a kind, and there really isn't much else to say besides that.

With Alacrya back under my control, all Dominions secured, it is time to resume everything. I just need the army in Dicathen to eliminate and take back what is mine. That continent, all of it, once it's mine again, we will turn our attention back to Epheotus.

While doing that, I will obtain Virion's body, and I will become stronger. I will become strong enough to take out Kezess and claim my position on the throne, the dragon's empire will fall, and mine will begin.

With my knowledge of the past timeline, I know what I did wrong, and I know how to fix it all. Grey needs to die, his whole family does, and with Virion's body, I'll be able to fight anyone. His whole life, it's all my doing, and he doesn't even know it.

As I was thinking, the door opened up, and my attention turned to it. I didn't hear a knock, so it was either the Legacy or Sylvie, they are the only two that wouldn't, the others, they would know better.

"Father." Sylvie's voice called out, answering the question about who had shown up. "I have some news." She added, walking further into the room and appearing before me, she sat down beside me, and my eyes drifted back forward.

"What is it, dear?" I asked, wondering what she had to say, or what had happened. She was most likely talking to a Vritra down below in the intelligence room, or something else, it probably wasn't anything I needed to hear.

"You are a dick." She said softly, and a blade rushed upwards, my eyes widened as I looked down. "Before I end your life, we need to chat." The blade stopped as it pressed against my throat. "Father? Creator? I don't know what to fucking call you."

"Do not call him father." Another voice spoke out, walking out of the shadows, it was Virion. "That's just weird." He said, and as he did, the girl in front of me, Sylvie, changed forms, it was either a clone or the real Virion. "He's more like a creator."

"Virion Leywin." I said, my eyes were still slightly wide from the knife to my throat. I could feel my mana control slipping from me, his doing for sure, it seems like I can use it internally though, but I don't think it matters, he would cut my head off before I did anything. "H-how?"

"Doesn't matter." He said, strolling up to the coach across from me, sitting down and crossing his legs. "What does matter, is that your run has ended, and you are going to die." He smirked at me, shaking his head. "Honestly, I expected more from you, but then again, the whole point was to get you to drop your guard."

"If you are going to kill me, do it already, I don't need this." I told him, the knife pressing on my throat a little harder, knowing it could kill me within a second, there was nothing I could do. "I am not going to beg, but you know that, I'm sure."

"I do." He told me, nodding his head. "I never said I wanted you to beg for your life." Virion shrugged, then added. "All I want is to talk before I end your life, that is all." I nodded my head at his words, understanding, still trying to figure out how he ended up in here. "You probably are wondering how I'm here, so, do you want to hear how I did it?"