The door of the throne room was shaking as the specters attacked it with their full might. Hymot's ice and the fact the door was made of sturdy materials were the only reason the door was still standing.
"Hurry, please!" Hymot and the old dragon yelled, staring at the door and Damian.
'Fuck. If I don't show my bloodline, then we are all going to die!'
Damian wanted to keep it a secret, but the situation was not favorable for him, and it was showing it or dying, and that was not a hard choice to make.
He activated his bloodline, turning into a massive giant, almost hitting his head on the ceiling. When Hymot and the old dragon saw it, they couldn't believe it!
"A-A giant!"
It had been a long time since both Hymot and the old dragon saw a giant, and they never thought Damian would be one.
As for Damian, he ignored their surprised gazes and focused on the task at hand — the situation wasn't good for him to be losing time with useless things.
He sat on the throne, just like the words carved on it said, and Damian hoped for the best.
'Please, be my lineage, please,' Damian thought, crossing his fingers.
It couldn't be any giant bloodline, but the one from the giant who befriended the dragon king, and Damian had no way of knowing, only sitting and hoping it would work.
After a few seconds of sitting on the throne, they all heard a noise coming from the ceiling. A passage on the roof opened, and a ladder fell from it.
"It worked!? Let's go!" Damian yelled, waking both Hymot and the old dragon from their thoughts.
The shock of Damian being a giant left both of them stunned, only returning to their senses after Damian yelled at them.
Damian was the first to climb the ladder. Hymot and the old dragon followed right afterward.
"Close it, close it," Hymot said.
A few seconds after they climbed and closed that passage, the door of the throne room busted open, and a lot of specters went inside, looking for the trespassers, yet found nothing.
Damian made a sign with his finger, 'shh', to ensure both did not say a word.
The specters were still down there in the throne room, so making noises could make them find their position.
After a few minutes, the specters left the throne room, making Damian and the others sigh in relief.
"What the fuck was that? Are you a giant?" Hymot said.
"Sort of. I'm still as clueless as you are, but I hope you two won't share this with anyone, right?" Damian said.
"Of course not!? We dragons are long friends of the giants. Anyway, what is this place? Did we finish the trial?" Hymot asked as she looked around.
The crystal they got from the throne room supposedly would heal Hymot, but it was not something instant but a process, so they needed a safe place for it, and sure as hell, it wouldn't be inside the dragon city infested with specters.
"Look, there's a door there. Let's go check it."
The ladder let them to an attic with only one door, so that's where they went to. Damian tried to push it, yet nothing happened.
"It's locked," Damian said.
"Try your blood. Maybe it can open the door just like you did when sitting on that throne. I don't know. I am just guessing here," the old dragon said.
It was not a bad guess, and Damian had nothing to lose, so he tried it! A short slime dagger was more than enough to cut Damian's palm, and when he touched the bloody palm on the door, the door sucked the blood, and the door shone with a mysterious symbol.
"It worked!"
The door slowly opened, and what awaited them on the other side was a bedroom with other doors, looking like a house.
"This might be the place where the king lived, or at least one of his hidden spots!"
It had everything one needed: a bedroom, a bathroom, a training room, and, of course, a small bookshelf.
There was no kitchen — dragons did not need one — so Damian did not find it strange.
Damian checked the books, thinking that those would be written on dragon tongue, and he would have to ask for Hymot's help, yet once he checked it, it was not the case!
"The books here are written in dragon tongue and giant tongue," Damian said.
It was strange because he never studied the giant language, yet he knew it.
'My bloodline keeps surprising me,' Damian thought.
The old dragon and Damian were checking everything, but Hymot had to stop, leaning against the room's walls, moaning with pain.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Damian asked the moment he realized she was not looking great.
"I-It's the poison. It got worse after I used my powers to block the door from the specters… I… I think I will have to use this place to heal!"
Damian walked toward her, putting Hymot on his shoulder, helping her to walk toward the training room not too far from where they were.
"We will keep watch until you recover," Damian said.
"Thank you."
Hymot sat inside the training room, and placed the crystal they got from the throne room on her chest, and then her body absorbed it!
"Whoa!"
Damian locked the door of the training room, and all they had to do was wait.
Of course, they wouldn't wait without doing nothing, so both Damian and the old dragon used their time to read the books inside that room.
These would supposedly give them some answers, but even after they read all of it, Damian only confirmed what he already knew.
'So the underworld lord attacked both the giants and the dragons because of this golden key I have… So I am basically their target now. But what is that golden key, anyway?'
Damian did not know what was the function behind the golden key, its origin, or anything about it. Not even the dragons had that info, so where would he find it?
"Damian, please!" Hymot yelled from the training room.
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