"The apocalypse is coming. If we were to die, where would you go?"
A girl's voice, faint and intermittent, echoed in the ears of the Little Mirage Dragon.
It didn't recognize the girl, but somehow, the voice felt strangely familiar.
"I was wondering… would you always guard our graves?"
"What if—just what if—we failed to survive the Epoch Disaster? You could choose a civilization you like to guard instead. It wouldn't be a bad idea..." The girl's crescent-shaped eyes gazed at it.
The dragon grew angry, expelling a cloud of murky gas.
"Ah… why are you spraying me? I wasn't questioning your loyalty… It's just that the bond between our Source Fire Civilization and you, well, it only existed during the Eighth Epoch."
"In the Ninth Epoch, you should live for yourself."
The girl sighed softly, "Alright, I'm going into hibernation now. I hope we meet again in the next Epoch… if not, then…"
"It's alright, your Qi Fortune is strong. You'll always find a new home."