Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 744

Chapter 744: Chapter 744 - Taming the Fifth Year - Stars of the Past - 10

Sirius inserted the Platinum core into the central indentation with hands that trembled slightly from exhaustion and anticipation. It fit perfectly, ancient engineering tolerances maintained despite centuries of disuse, and began glowing with light that pulsed in a constant rhythm like a heartbeat.

Thirteen pedestals emerged from the floor with the sound of ancient stone grinding against ancient stone, mechanisms engaging that hadn’t moved since its builders had sealed this place.

Two lateral pedestals rose empty. Ten frontal pedestals contained potions filled with liquid that glowed with an internal luminescence.

Double potions like the one Sirius had taken. Each bottle represented power, advancement, the kind of resources nobles would fight commercial wars to obtain.

On the elevated central pedestal rested an egg black as the void between stars, pulsing with latent life that hadn’t yet been born. Power contained in this potential form, looking exactly as any black random egg but Sirius somehow knew it had the promise of a beast that would eclipse anything currently living if it ever hatched.

But the door didn’t open despite the core being inserted correctly. It remained sealed, ancient mechanisms waiting for something more before yielding their final secrets.

Sirius examined the other two lateral indentations with growing dread as understanding dawned. Empty and waiting. Expecting two more cores he didn’t have, probably couldn’t obtain without accessing other ruins that might be equally dangerous or impossible to reach.

’I need two more. Probably from different ruins...’

The realization hit like a physical blow, hope transforming into despair as he understood what this meant. All the fighting, all the death, all the wear on Lykea’s crystallized heart... and he still couldn’t reach whatever lay beyond this final door...

Not now.

He knelt on the cold stone, feeling defeat’s weight crushing him with a force more devastating than any spirit’s attack. Physical exhaustion was nothing compared to the emotional devastation of coming this far only to fail at what seemed to be the final barrier.

Around him the chamber waited in silence, ancient secrets protected by requirements he couldn’t meet, offering treasures he couldn’t claim no matter how desperately he needed them.

And somewhere above, Orion was unconscious, unaware that his brother had left him behind to pursue a hope that turned out to be an illusion.

The pedestals with their potions and egg mocked him with their accessibility, like consolation prizes when what he needed was behind the door that wouldn’t open.

Power offered freely, but useless while salvation remained locked away.

Sirius pressed his forehead against the sealed door, one hand clutching Lykea’s crystallized heart while the other touched the stone that wouldn’t yield.

"I’m sorry," he whispered to the crystal, to his wife’s essence trapped inside, to the daughter waiting above who would never understand why her father couldn’t save her mother. "I’m so sorry... I tried."

But trying wasn’t enough when ancient builders had designed security that couldn’t be bypassed through determination alone.

The door remained closed.

And Sirius remained broken, kneeling before a barrier he couldn’t cross with grief he couldn’t process and a future he couldn’t imagine without the woman he’d lost...

But then his eyes landed on the two empty lateral pedestals, details finally registering through exhaustion and grief.

They had a specific shape carved into their surfaces, contours he recognized immediately with a shock that cut through his despair.

The black heart was placed on the right pedestal with almost the same care he’d given Lykea’s crystal. They were good friends in life.

The darkness barrier activated, covering the chamber’s right half with a protection that felt different from light but equally absolute. Two barriers protecting each other mutually but only in a section in the center.

But nothing else happened beyond the barriers’ manifestation. The door remained as closed as before, ancient mechanism unmoved by hearts being placed in their designated positions.

Sirius couldn’t cross the black barrier despite trying, but the white one yielded to him like recognizing its master or family connection.

The black egg that rested in the middle seemed within reach being right between two barriers, like a neutral zone of combined color where both protections met but neither dominated.

He looked at everything he’d won through suffering, everything that still felt like inadequate payment. Potions worth fortunes sitting on their pedestals like consolation prizes. The black egg pulsing with unknown potential, promise of power that still couldn’t compensate for what had been lost.

At least the hearts of his wife and sister-in-law were finally in a place where they could protect themselves without being consumed by use.

Sirius then took the black egg to examine it closely, and unexpectedly the pedestal sank into the floor to disappear without leaving a trace inside a hole that closed perfectly behind it, exactly like the statues had descended in the chamber above.

The egg... Orion hadn’t seen it yet, nor its pedestal disappearing into the floor that sealed seamlessly.

For all intents and purposes it might not exist in his brother’s knowledge, a treasure that only Sirius knew about.