The place was technically a crypt. A resting place for ancient beings that normally shouldn't have ever met their ends.
Now, considering the kind of place they were in, one would never have thought of doing something outrageous.
Like engaging in an ancient ritual that had long been buried since the day the last mature black dragons disappeared from the face of Eryndra.
But that was exactly why Riley Hale Dravaryn had decided to do it.
Because for the first time ever, he realized that it didn't really matter who he was now. For he had always been, and always would be, an Iltheran.
An Iltheran who had so many things to unpack. But more than that, probably the last one who would be able to perform it right.
Yep.
Right as in, as close to the original Rite of Blood and Flame of his ancestors.
