My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 510: Lady of Infinity II

Ophis twirled the black diamond between her pale fingers, watching the flickering candlelight reflect off its dark surface. Her amber eyes gleamed for a moment, and a small smile played at the corner of her lips.

"It seems that my supreme version wants to speak with you." Her voice was soft, yet laden with profound meaning.

Dante raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he tilted his head slightly. "Supreme version?"

Ophis shifted her gaze from the diamond and gently placed it on the piano, allowing the pulsating energy of the black gem to resonate in the air. She sighed, as if about to explain something he should have realized long ago.

"I am Ophis. But I am not the only one," she began, her fingers gliding over the piano keys, the chords flowing as if they were part of the conversation. "In every universe, in every fragment of existence, there is a version of me. Some are gods, others are entities forgotten by time. But one… one of them stands above all the others."

Dante remained silent, absorbing the information. He had seen things beyond comprehension, but hearing that even Ophis had something superior to herself was… intriguing.

"This supreme version… is she the true Ophis? The original?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

Ophis shook her head slightly. "There is no 'original.' Only the one who answers directly to the Infinite. The one who sees everything, understands everything, and exists beyond time and space. If this gem has reached you, it means she has something to say."

Dante looked at the black diamond resting on the piano, his sharp gaze analyzing the energy emanating from it. Something inside that stone felt… alive.

"Then, how do I talk to her?"

Ophis smirked, continuing to glide her fingers over the piano. "Simple. You listen."

The moment she said that, the gem shone intensely, and the room around Dante began to vanish into infinite darkness…

The absolute void surrounded him. A nothingness without form, without color, without sound. It was as if he were floating in an ocean of nonexistence. But then…

Fwooosh!

A searing heat engulfed the space around him. Crimson flames danced in the vacuum, and the silence was shattered by the deafening roar of something colossal.

Dante opened his eyes, but he was no longer Dante.

He saw himself in another body—one that felt like his, yet had long been forgotten. Scarlet scales covered his skin, sharp as blades. Powerful claws, capable of tearing reality itself, trembled with anticipation. His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat echoing with the fury of ages past.

He was Azi Dahaka.

And he was in the middle of a battle.

Before him, three colossal dragons roared in defiance. Ancient creatures, so massive their shadows could swallow mountains. Their scales varied between gold, silver, and an absolute black, reflecting the power of pureblooded lineages as old as the cosmos itself.

Above, the sky was a maelstrom of chaotic energy. Lightning slashed through the darkness, and every beat of wings birthed storms that tore through the fabric of reality. Below, the land was nothing more than a battlefield reduced to ruin, littered with the carcasses of those who could not withstand the war.

And then, without warning—

They attacked.

The golden dragon was the first to strike, charging like a spear of celestial light. Its jaws parted, unleashing a torrent of white fire—hot enough to vaporize continents.

But Azi Dahaka did not retreat.

He roared, his voice like thunder splitting the heavens apart. His wings beat with force, propelling him forward. Claws met scales. Fangs clashed against fangs. The air trembled with the impact of absolute powers colliding.

The silver dragon appeared from behind, swift as lightning, trying to encircle him. Azi Dahaka twisted in the air, his serpentine tail tearing through space-time, striking the enemy with enough force to shatter mountains.

But the black dragon… that one was different. Its eyes—an infinite void—seemed to see beyond the battle, beyond the present. As if it knew what was coming.

Dante—or rather, Azi Dahaka—felt something stir within him. A buried memory, a fragment of something greater.

What had happened after this battle? How had he fallen? He thought he had already recovered all his memories, so why was he seeing one he did not recall?!

And then, the voice came.

A female voice, ancient, distant, yet impossibly close.

"Do you remember now… Demon King?"

The void around him trembled. The battle froze in time. And before his eyes, a figure emerged from the shadows…

Only now did he realize—how had he… forgotten the Ophis of his sector? Of his universe?! He had to question this Ophis to learn about the others… But he was an Emperor. The Progenitor Dragon.

The void pulsed. The frozen time around him began to distort, as if reality itself was bending to the presence of something immeasurable. Dante felt a wave of power so overwhelming that his beastly heart roared in recognition.

Before him, the shadows dissolved, and a figure emerged.

It was her.

A draconic silhouette, wrapped in an ethereal glow, took form. Her scales were an absolute black, like a black hole devouring all light around her. Long, elegant horns adorned her head, and her wings—vast and majestic—radiated an ancient aura that made even space itself tremble.

But her eyes… those incandescent amber eyes looked at him with something far beyond mere reverence.

There was love.

There was pain.

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There was longing.

Dante narrowed his eyes. His mind, as impenetrable as a fortress, felt a crack. How could he have forgotten this Ophis? How could he not remember something so deep?

"Do you remember now… Demon King?"

Her voice was soft, yet carried an immeasurable weight. It was not merely the voice of a cosmic entity. It was the voice of someone who had waited for him for countless eras.

The dragons around him were still frozen in time, mere echoes of a distant past. The only thing real now—

Was her.

Dante felt something inside him shatter and rebuild at the same time. He had regained so many memories, so much power, so much knowledge… but this one? This one had been torn from him. Hidden.

"I am the one who followed you through countless cycles. The one who chose to ignore the call of the Infinite. The one who refused to see you as just a pillar of Creation."

She took a step forward, her presence so colossal that reality itself seemed to bend under her weight.

"I am your Ophis. The only one who dared to love you, even knowing I could be consumed by you."

Dante's heart pounded. The weight of those words made something inside him tremble with overwhelming intensity.

"Do you carry memories of me?" he asked, his voice laden with an emotion even he couldn't decipher.

"Not just memories." Ophis raised a sharp claw, gliding it lightly over her own chest, where an ancient scar pulsed with dark energy. "I carry the remnants of your past life. I carry the burden of having loved you… and of having lost you."

Silence hung between them.

And then, flashes of memories he had never accessed before began to flood his mind.

— Ophis, in her draconic form, fighting by his side against cosmic enemies.

— Ophis, in her human form, laughing softly as they watched a newborn universe unfold before them.

— Ophis, kneeling, bloodied, trying to hold onto him as he faded into darkness.

The last fragment struck him like a storm.

He had died.

And she… she had been the last to hold him.

Dante felt something he had not felt in countless eras. A feeling that transcended even his title as the Progenitor Dragon of his past life.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them to mere inches. His gaze locked onto hers, and in that moment, they were not two divine entities conversing.

They were two souls who had been torn apart by something greater than time itself.

"I was ripped away from you." He murmured, and though his voice remained firm, there was a hint of something he hated to admit he felt.

Pain.

Ophis raised a hand, pressing it lightly against his chest—the very spot where his heart roared with the fury of a thousand storms.

"But now, you are here." The silence between them was broken only by the pulse of their existences intertwining once more.

And for the first time, Dante didn't know what to say.

"Let's talk for a while." Ophis said, and before Dante could react, the world dissolved around him.

The darkness of the void was replaced by an ethereal and imposing scenery. He stood atop a colossal mountain, its base hidden beneath a sea of golden clouds stretching beyond the horizon. The wind was cool, but it carried an ancient weight, as if whispering stories of forgotten eras.

At the mountain's peak, a majestic temple towered. Built with black jade columns and adorned with intricate carvings of serpentine dragons, its walls pulsed with primordial energy. Ancient incense burned in sculpted braziers, releasing a lilac smoke that coiled through the air, carrying a subtle scent of myrrh and amber.

The temple's roof was covered in golden tiles, reflecting a soft, mystical glow as if absorbing the light of unseen stars above. Small silver bells hung from the eaves, their delicate chimes dancing with the breeze.

Surrounding the temple, titanic cherry blossom trees flourished in full bloom. Their crimson petals drifted slowly, painting the ground in a tapestry of scarlet and gold. The canopy was so dense that even the sun struggled to pierce through, leaving the place bathed in a gentle, twilight glow.

Dante took a deep breath, feeling the air thick with ancient power.

He knew this place.

He had always seen this temple in fragmented dreams, glimpses of a memory he had never fully recovered.

"Sit." Ophis said, smiling.