�No way.�

�There is something I must accomplish. I, cannot, d, die here!�

A human looking existence, with its horrendously scratched up leg dragging behind it, approached Cale.

There was a green fluid on the scratches that made the existence continue to vomit up blood. That was clearly the work of a mermaid.

�P, please-.�

It was a whale.

This beautiful human with messy hair that was crawling toward Cale with his hands, was a whale.

� Weak human, did you catch a cold? Your face is pale.

The Black Dragon was talking into Cale�s mind, but Cale could not hear it. Cale felt like he was facing a scene straight out of a horror movie.

An injured, almost dead, member of the Whale Tribe had revealed himself to Cale.

Cale started to think.

�Should I run?�

But that Whale�s pupils were accurately looking at him. He also seemed to be putting strength into his hands, as Cale could see the Whale�s fingers digging into the ground. His strength was unbelievable even though he seemed to be close to death.

He had a single question on his mind.

�A Whale tribe member being hurt by mermaid poison?�

An answer quickly floated across Cale�s mind.

Mixed blood.

That was the only possible answer.

Cale quickly thought through the contents of, �The Birth of a Hero.� There were no mixed-blood characters in the Whale Tribe that was almost as low in number as the dragons.

�But there was one that died.�

Cale started to frown and worry.

�Ugh.�

The Whale could not crawl anymore. His body started to shake without being able to do anything else. At that moment, Cale heard the Black Dragon�s voice in his head.

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