[Zhongli continues to gaze into the jeweled cover of Azhdaha's book with a complicated expression. Sadness, mainly. Regret. Longing, even.]
... He was like myself. He awoke to his memories of being a kind of dragon god, and in our last lives, we were... very close. In this life, we raised Xiao as our son. But our peace was not to last. He eventually forgot himself and the people he loved, and history would repeat itself.
Azhdaha went mad and began to destroy everything around him. I approached the Black Order for help after years of struggling on my own. As much as it pains me to admit, I could not allow him to continue endangering others and also himself. Given enough time a kingdom could certainly amass an army to slay a dragon.
He has remained in their care ever since—asleep and unaware of the outside world.
[He's quiet for a moment.]
These records are tied to our world in a way I can't quite discern... Still, I am certain that if I destroy them, that person's existence will be erased from the world. It would be freedom for me. For Azhdaha, I am not so sure.
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... He was like myself. He awoke to his memories of being a kind of dragon god, and in our last lives, we were... very close. In this life, we raised Xiao as our son. But our peace was not to last. He eventually forgot himself and the people he loved, and history would repeat itself.
Azhdaha went mad and began to destroy everything around him. I approached the Black Order for help after years of struggling on my own. As much as it pains me to admit, I could not allow him to continue endangering others and also himself. Given enough time a kingdom could certainly amass an army to slay a dragon.
He has remained in their care ever since—asleep and unaware of the outside world.
[He's quiet for a moment.]
These records are tied to our world in a way I can't quite discern... Still, I am certain that if I destroy them, that person's existence will be erased from the world. It would be freedom for me. For Azhdaha, I am not so sure.