Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 740

Chapter 740: Chapter 740 - Taming the Fifth Year - Stars of the Past - 6

"I don’t KNOW what happened," Sirius spat. "It was too fast and I was distracted. But I KNOW this started because YOU couldn’t wait. Because YOUR impatience and YOUR ambition put us all in this situation."

"I did it for the family! For THIS!" Orion gestured at the open door with the kind of desperate justification people used when they knew they were wrong but couldn’t admit it. "For what our ancestors left behind!"

"And was it WORTH it, you idiot?" Sirius’s voice broke on the words, grief overwhelming anger temporarily. "Was it worth Lykea? Worth Lyzea? Worth destroying our families for whatever secrets are down there?"

Orion looked at the black heart in his hand, then at where Lyzea’s statue had been, then at the place where the hole in the ground had been, where she’d descended beyond reach. The progression of his gaze tracking the stages of loss that couldn’t be reversed.

"No," he admitted finally, the word coming out like a confession torn from someone who’d held it back as long as possible. "Maybe I committed the worst error of my life..."

He took a deep breath, steadying himself with visible effort.

"But the statues descended... Yes, they went down. That means there’s something deeper!"

He clutched the crystal tighter.

"If they’re down there, deeper in the ruins... if we put the hearts back on them, maybe..."

"Maybe there’s still hope," Sirius completed, looking at the white crystal in his own hand with an expression that mixed desperate longing with the realistic assessment of terrible odds. "Maybe we can reverse this."

It was a thin hope, almost nonexistent when examined rationally. The kind of desperate grasping at possibilities that people did when the alternative was accepting the permanent loss of everything that mattered.

But it was hope, and when you’d lost so much, even impossible hope was better than acceptance.

"But we’re exhausted now," Orion said, evaluating their condition like someone trying to think tactically when emotions demanded reckless action. His mana was nearly empty, his body screaming in protest from overexertion. "Going down now is suicide."

"I know." Sirius paused, internal war visible on his face between the pragmatic caution of not leaving Luna without a father and the desperate need of rescuing his beloved wife. "But if I wait, if that takes away the possibility of saving her..."

Both knew the hope was minimal, that waiting increased chances of survival... but if it might mean losing whatever slim chance existed for restoration.

The impossible calculation of risk versus reward when both options led toward probable disaster.

"I’m going down," Sirius declared with a finality that suggested no argument would change his mind. "With or without help."

Because desperation was stronger than reason, and love made people do stupidly brave things even when they knew better.

Orion observed him for a long moment, something complicated passing through his expression.

"Then I’m coming with you."

"Out of greed? To make sure you get a share of whatever we find?"

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