Cintamani

He had been thinking about this for a while now.

Just what kind of an item was the Cintamani?

“It’s not like I can break it apart to find out…”

Was it just an instrument to amplify the powers of the dragons and nothing more?

If that amplification ability was something that could enhance an entire race’s powers over a wide range, then yes, that alone would’ve qualified it as the mythical god-tier item for the dragon race.

Initially, Su-hyeun also judged the Cintamani’s powers through what he had been told. But after he met Ellid, he began thinking that maybe this red marble had some other uses.

“To think that it’s an item with godhood just like the Palm Leaf or the Somersault cloud…”

Greatly enhancing an entire race’s power was, without a doubt, an extraordinary ability. But that ability alone wasn’t enough for it to be ranked alongside either the Somersault cloud or the Palm Leaf.

The Cintamani wasn’t displaying its full range of powers, in other words.

And so, sometime later—rather unexpectedly—Su-hyeun was given an opportunity to confirm the Cintamani’s true powers. It happened at the same time he activated the Thunder Dragon.

“There’s definitely something…”

A strange and unfamiliar phenomenon…

When he “summoned” the Thunder Dragon, Miru, who was quietly slumbering, suddenly transmitted its will to him.

It said it wished to be let outside.

Its reason wasn’t all that hard to figure out. Miru was reacting to the process of him imagining, then materializing, the image of the Thunder Dragon.

But that wasn’t all.

Wuuuong—

The Cintamani in Miru’s possession suddenly began emitting a bright light for the first time ever.

The Thunder Dragon coiling around him growled deeply.

Su-hyeun reached out and patted the dragon’s head, despite that head being several dozen times larger than him.

Even though the dragon couldn’t speak and its growling sounded different, Su-hyeun still called out the Thunder Dragon’s name, “Miru.”

Shu-rururu—

The Thunder Dragon raised its head at Su-hyeun’s call. It actually recognized its name and responded to him.

What a relief that was.

He had been worried inwardly, but that one thing he was most concerned about didn’t happen.

Even after being swarmed by the souls of countless dragons, the consciousness of Miru, the descendant of the red dragon, did not become diluted.

“To think that it was an artifact containing the afterlife of dragons…” Su-hyeun got his confirmation through today’s event, and a soft, hollow chuckle escaped his mouth, “What an absurd item this is.”

When dragons died, their souls didn’t travel to a specific world. Their souls would be encased within a certain “stone” after their demise.

This process was a unique tradition of the dragons who did not have an “afterlife” like everyone else.

A stone containing the souls of all the dragons from the span of history long enough to be called an eternity—that was the Cintamani.

On top of that, Su-hyeun thought, “Miru is the one in control of the Cintamani.”

Miru had become one with the Cintamani. It probably happened back when the red dragon swallowed up the artifact. This indicated that the Cintamani, or the souls of the ancestor dragons, had acknowledged Miru as their new master.