<The Cosmos was young, wasn''t it Old Lizard?>


    <It was, Old Monster. And we were so... Naive>


    There''s a long silence, a long lull in the conversation between these dying entities. An anima is lying on top of an enormous dragon, both are slowly bleeding out, their wounds so severe that not even the miraculous medicine of the Succeri would be able to prolong their life longer than a few minutes.


    <You know, Old Monster, I probably should have left your clan alone. We would all have lived longer.>


    <You should have let my clan alone.>


    <But that snotnosed little shit of a brat from your clan killed my precious granddaughter! She was the last of my line!>


    <I was fine with you killing him, he had searched for this. He knew what would happen to him if he touched the family of the last Primordial Dragon. The clan Head exiliated him when he came home with trouble.>


    Looking around there can only be seen death and devastation. This was once a prosperous sector of a rich galaxy, now only a husk of its former self, with entire systems converted to debris. There are traces of all of the more dangerous radiations, both Superior and Inferior. Even in all this death, there''s a beauty that makes one''s heart bleed, a beauty so merciless that only the settling of the eyes on it for a moment would mean the destruction of lesser beings.


    <You needn''t have to come for my clan.>


    <Say to me that you wouldn''t have done the same!>


    <I could have ended your line half an eon ago, when one of your wyrmlings woke me up from my slumber after annihilating all the members of my clan that were at the time on the main branch. I didn''t. I only killed that wyrmling and left your line alone.>


    Another long silence imposes itself between the two old behemoths, this silence is not only long, it is vast as well. This silence isn''t even disturbed by crows as is usual on battlefields or fields of slaughter. No crow dares come close to where the dying terrors lay on their death bed.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    <Even then, who would''ve thought that you alone would be a match to all of the Immortals of the Cosmos.>


    <That wasn''t within your calculations, was it Old Lizard?>


    <Hah, it wasn''t, no. But I have a question, Old Monster. If you had all that power, why did you let yourself be sealed in your clan ancestral grounds?>


    The ancient anima lets out a terrific laugh, coupled with the fact that his lungs are gurgling because of the blood that has seeped into them it creates a picture that reminds oneself of the original concept of Madness. It is obvious to the sole observer of this scene that the two myths dying in front of it have lost all reason.


    This unconcerned observer is a strange creature, for looking at the level of its strength it should already be dead. It wasn''t. This cannot be explained by any reason. It should in any reasonable situation already be dead, not looking at the final moments of the greatest Immortals the Cosmos had ever known.


    <You think I had all this power back then? I had just reached the realm of the Immortals, you expected me to be powerful beyond compare then? Truly Old Lizard, you disappoint me in so many levels that it is distasteful for you to die by my side.>


    The Observer (as it is his name) saw the visage of the dragon contrite in a barely contained fury as he tried to gather his energies to strike one last time before the end. As it seemed that he had finally gathered enough for a last blow, the anima spit into the dragon''s eye, breaking his concentration and making the energies gathered disperse.


    <Don''t try to get another hit in, let''s just die in peace, I don''t know what you think, Old Lizard, but I am tired. Oh so tired. Do you know how many generations of my people have passed away before me? Do you know that thanks to your stupid revenge the last of the primordial races has gone extinct?!?>


    On hearing that the Observer noticed that the dragon''s face had been lit with shock, well, at least to his opinion that had to be shock, but who knew what to think about reptilian expressions.


    <You anima are one of the primordial races?!!!>


    The Observer noticed stupefaction in the voice of the dying dragon. But the type of stupefaction that you see when a cynical dog is proven wrong.


    <You think I stood up for them for so long for no reason? Every primordial race has a protector, and we cannot die while our species has to be protected, I mean, we can be killed in combat but not of old age or sickness. And I, as protector of the anima, have completed my misson for the last time!>


    The Observer felt both shock and surprise at the statement, as to his knowledge the primordial races had all been hunted to extinction before they had achieved sentience.