Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

Alduin's dragon soul phantom did not answer.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

Although his soul had just broken through to the seventh level and completed an epic transformation, he was still unable to move.

The lich's will pressed down on him like a boulder on his chest, making it extremely difficult even to think.

The lich said no more and took action.

The dark purple soul fire suddenly surged, and countless fine, hair-like threads of light burst forth from it, plunging fiercely into Alduin's dragon soul.

Those eerie threads of light slowly climbed along the dragon soul's patterns, eroding inward inch by inch, locking onto the deepest core of the dragon soul.

Alduin's dragon soul began to tremble violently.

He felt extreme pain, as if something cold was tearing away from his very being, Alduin.

His consciousness began to blur, and his memories gradually became confused.

Past events that didn't belong to him began to flood his mind uncontrollably:

In the desolate wasteland shrouded in gray mist, a towering spire made of piled bones stands atop a human mage dressed in black robes. Moonlight falls on his still-young face, and in his eyes surges an almost mad obsession with immortality.

Those are the lich's memories.

He was forcibly invading his own consciousness, trying to imprint his soul into Alduin's dragon soul core, and completely turn this place into his new home.

Auduin gritted his teeth.

No, to be precise, it's about gripping your soul.

He gathered all his will and erected a barrier around the core of the dragon soul. This barrier was formed from all the obsessions and proud, tenacious will of a dragon that had lived for decades, killed hundreds of magical beasts, and climbed from a young dragon to the seventh rank.

The lich's soul threads struck the barrier, but their momentum faltered.

"Interesting." That cold thought came again, with a hint of amusement. "As expected of a dragon's soul, it can actually withstand my will... Unfortunately, it's just stalling for time."

The soul threads wrapped around the dragon soul suddenly swelled and thickened.

The lich's soulfire transformed into a burning sun, unleashing its soul power without reservation.

The barrier of the soul cracked open.

One, two, countless cracks spread out, rapidly expanding from the center point.

Alduin's dragon soul phantom gradually became transparent and thinner.

His consciousness was fading.

His memories are being squeezed out and erased little by little—

The damp mist of the swamp at dawn, the shimmering magic crystals in the mine, the crackling of the fire walls, the goblins and kobolds prostrating themselves on the ground, trembling as they called him "Lord Dragon Lord"...

These memories are being squeezed out bit by bit, and replaced by the lich's memories.

The winds of the Undead Wasteland.

The cold moonlight shines on the top of the bone tower.

The faint glow of the Moon Soul in his palm as he slaughtered the Silver Moon Elves...

Auduin is about to collapse.

A flicker of anticipation appeared within the lich's soulfire.

Just an inch away, we could touch the deepest source of the dragon soul.

The final layer—after the breakthrough, the devouring, covering, taking over… everything will come to an end.

He exerted his strength suddenly.

Thousands of soul threads, like a black tide, poured into the crack and frantically drilled towards the core.

The next moment, it touched the core of the dragon soul.

However, at that very moment, the golden light exploded.

A dazzling light suddenly erupted from the core, like a sleeping star being completely detonated!

A blazing golden light, imbued with an aura of destruction, burst forth, and the Emberfire imprint carried deep within Alduin's dragon soul ignited completely at this moment!

The lich's soul fire contracted.

withdraw!

He tried to retreat and retract the soul threads, but it was too late.

Golden flames spread along the filaments of light, like a lit fuse, burning upwards.

The soul threads melted rapidly in the golden flames, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye. The flames, upon touching the lich's soul, not only did not extinguish but burned even more fiercely.

At this moment, the lich's suppression of consciousness began to loosen.

Alduin raised his head and looked at the lich being licked by flames, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

The lich is struggling.

Its soul was surrounded by golden flames. The spiritual essence accumulated over thousands of years, every living being it devoured, and every fragment of soul it absorbed were all burning, melting, and dissipating in the embers.

The lich's soulfire grew dimmer and dimmer, from a ghostly purple to a deep purple, then from a deep purple to a dark purple, before finally going out.

But it is still struggling; it is unwilling to give up.

It waited for a thousand years.

It slaughtered the entire Silvermoon Elf race, seized the Moon Soul, built the Necromancer's Array, and drew in the negative energy from the dimensional rift.

Everything is ready, except for the final step; it cannot fail here.

The lich's soulfire surged, burning its last reserves of soul power as it charged with all its might toward Alduin's dragon soul core.

Even if it means mutual destruction and the annihilation of souls, it will drag this dragon down with it.

It rushed to the Dragon Soul Core.

Then it saw...

The golden flame deep within the dragon's soul, and that chilling gaze...

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she murmured softly, "The end..."

But before he could finish speaking, the golden flames surged and completely devoured his soul.

The sea of ​​consciousness suddenly quieted down.

Alduin's dragon soul phantom can finally move.

He slowly raised his head, his dark golden dragon eyes gazing at the dissipating wisp of purple embers. A complex emotion flickered in his eyes before settling into calm.

ended.

The pure soul power, purified by the embers and stripped of the lich's will, hovered in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, like a semi-transparent sphere of light, emitting a soft, silvery-white glow.

That was the essence accumulated by the lich over a thousand years.

These are the essence of souls absorbed by liches over thousands of years, now purified by embers and transformed into pure soul power, free from any impurities.

Auduin didn't stand on ceremony.

His dragon soul phantom opened its mouth and swallowed it whole.

The moment the soul power entered his body, his dragon soul trembled violently.

An intense feeling of comfort washed over him, causing him to groan involuntarily. This soul power nourished his soul, allowing it to grow once more.

His dragon soul phantom became solid again, even more substantial than before.

Those memories that the lich had erased are now flowing back and becoming clear again.

Moreover, he also "saw" things that didn't belong to him.

That was part of the lich's memories.

All the forbidden knowledge he had studied over the centuries, including forbidden knowledge about soul separation, soul anchoring, soul devouring, and so on, turned into fragments and merged into the depths of his dragon soul.

This knowledge about the soul gave him a deeper understanding of the struggles at the soul level.

The sea of ​​consciousness no longer surged.

The golden embers slowly sank into the core of the dragon soul, no longer restless, but quietly burning deep within the core.

Auduin slowly opened his eyes.

On the battlefield, moonlight poured down through gaps in the clouds, illuminating the entire desolate hillside.