From the moment I was chosen by the holy relic

She said slowly:

"The Golden Dragon Carnrus was the fourth to hatch."

"He did not leap from the fire, nor did he disappear from the light. He came from the earth."

"During the incubation process, gray-gold veins continuously grew from the bottom of the dragon egg, absorbing heavy metal elements from the surrounding soil. The sorcerers were horrified to discover that it was actively eating stones. Until the ninetieth day, the incubation base collapsed directly."

"Then, the ground rose up, and a giant dragon covered in colorful metallic scales slowly raised its head from the crack. Its body did not get hot, but all the metal instruments that came near it began to vibrate."

"When he opened his eyes, the earth jumped."

"His bones are not ordinary dragon bones."

"When the dwarven craftsman examined his skeleton, he said, 'This is not a living body; it is armor forged from the earth's core iron and eternally burning copper.'"

"His spine glows faintly at night; it's the aftershock of resonance. Every time he breathes, his heart pulse vibrates at a low frequency, like the striking of an anvil or the echoing of an ancient bell in a distant valley."

"This tremor became the key to the entire tower battle."

Eileen gently turned a page in "The Twilight Tower Fragment," her fingertips landing on a yellowed drawing—a cross-sectional diagram of the Golden Tower's internal structure, with the caption clearly reading: "Eternal Shadow Stone - Soul Mapping Main Array Core."

She said calmly:

"You know how the Pagoda of Gold finds people."

"It's not about the eyes, it's about frequency."

"Karnrus's frequency is right at the boundary of that detection threshold."

"This means that every time he gets close to the Tower Domain, the Tower begins to doubt itself."

"His heartbeat, joint resonance, and muscle tremors will cause multiple pseudo-echoes to be generated in the soul mapping disc."

"The tower might think that seventeen Bloodmarked Ones have arrived, or it might completely lose its judgment; it's a kind of frequency-level 'interference attack'."

"The tower is no longer reliable."

"And he was heavier than the tower on the battlefield."

"Karnrus never flies. He's too heavy; even his bone wings look like they're plated with iron."

"But with every step he takes, the ground makes a sound."

"His tremors could reach three zhang underground, causing the Black Demon Lightning Talismans lying in ambush to detonate prematurely, throwing the Blood-Sculpted Structure out of balance, and disrupting the Earth Fire Veins."

"With a roar, the cursed stone fortress a hundred meters ahead will shatter."

"On one occasion, he followed the local army in their advance and launched a fierce attack on Beiling Suomai Fortress."

"The mages were setting up their formation, but he walked straight up, bowed his head and rammed into the gate. The gate shattered, and the enemy was scattered before they could even activate their magic wall defense. It is said that the generals inside the fort were changing their armor at the time."

"They gave him a nickname: the walking battering ram."

"But I prefer another way of putting it."

Eileen turned to look at Eric, a barely perceptible smile appearing in her eyes:

"Azdaran is fury, Karnrus is pulse."

"One will burn your bones, the other will make you unable to stand firm."

"Therefore, the soldiers on the front lines privately called them: the Twin Dragons Who Break Through the Enemy's Formation."

She gently stirred the fire, flipped a piece of ember over, and whispered:

"Kekanrus never raised his voice; he neither contended nor begged."

"He is, as the dwarf said, a piece of uncooled wrought iron."

"Heat is within, sound is on the ground."

"He never tried to change the course of the battle, but just by standing there, the course of the battle changed."

Even if you don't say anything.

The sound was like the wind blowing through the leaves of a forest; it wasn't loud, but it could calm people down.

She was the last one.

"It was also the last one to hatch."

"Quieter than anyone else."

"No one cheered when she hatched. No one recorded the ceremony. No one even named her."

"She was too small, too light, too much like a crooked branch. Her mossy scales looked like the texture peeled from a forest carpet, and even her shadow was like the reflection of a blade of grass."

"She can't even yell."

"She just quietly lingered on the edge of the incubator."

"Do not approach people, do not accept offerings, and do not respond to any magical summons."

"During that time, she was called the Empty Armor Dragon, meaning that although she looked like a dragon, she had no power at all."

"No one knows her significance."

"Until one day, a Bloodstained being trapped in the sixth lock of the Dream Curse was temporarily sent to the Incubation Ground for refuge."

"That person is no longer human."

"He lost his language and didn't recognize anyone. The six locks of the Dream Tower had long since stripped him of his thought structure. He was like a breathing clay figurine, sitting in a corner all day, occasionally biting himself."

"Until that evening, Lin Linglong and Loresia got their own names."

"This is the first time she has taken the initiative to approach someone."

Eileen's gaze lowered slightly, as if recalling that scene still made her heart tremble:

"She did not speak, nor did she let out a dragon's roar."

She simply peeked out and gently touched his forehead.

Then, she let out a soft chirping sound.

"The sound was very soft, unlike a dragon's roar, more like the wind gliding through the treetops, rustling the leaves, or like the 'ding' of the first dewdrop falling on a branch in the morning."

"And at that very moment, the one with the blood mark suddenly spoke."

He said three words.

"My own name."

"It's not a military identification number, nor is it a dream curse symbol."

"That's his real name."

"At that moment, all the warlocks present were stunned."

"This has never happened before in the history of the Dream Tower."

"Once the sixth lock is formed, a person's consciousness will completely lose its self-orientation and will only gradually merge into the personality blank structure implanted by the tower master."

"Even Isovia couldn't be saved."

"Because it wasn't contaminated, it was rewritten."

"But Loresia, she is not a Purifier."

"She is a person of memories."

Eileen slowly turned to the last page of "The Twilight Tower Fragment," where a sketch of Loresia's tower silhouette was drawn, with a line of hastily written notes beside it:

"Its sound is like a dream, like a call, like the wind; but the one being called knows: that is me."

She read it softly:

"She is not restoring you to your original state."

"She's telling you to come back on your own."

"She won't help you regain your memories, but she will pull you out of the depths of your dreams, hand you a mirror, and let you say your own name."

"You ask me if she's strong or not?"

Eileen looked up at Eric, a barely perceptible soft light appearing in her eyes.

"She cannot burn the enemy, shake the earth, or wash away the rotten mud."

"She was completely ineffective against the Blackfire infantry."

"But she was faced with a body that had been stripped bare by the dream curse, leaving only a shell..."

"She is the only one who can make that person say who I am again."

"It's not a battle."

"Instead, it prevents the empty shells left by the battle from becoming complete ruins."

Eileen gently stroked the tattered page with the dragon scale pattern on her lap one last time:

"She is the one who calls names."

"She is not a symbol of victory."

"She is proof that we still remember ourselves."

Eileen closed the book in her hand, as if it also needed a rest.

Then she looked up at Eric and Leah, and her tone suddenly changed.

It was no longer a soft whisper, but a tone that ignites the story.