“Thank you for your compliance,” she murmured, and walked deeper. The Chamber of Unmaking was not a room. It was a cathedral of coils, where molten metal dripped like sweat from overhead ducts, and the floor was a living lattice of nerve-cables. At its center, suspended in a cage of ribs, burned the Emberstone.
Not into dragon. Not into half-form.
Kyri’s mother’s voice whispered from it: Daughter. You came. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl
Alon Vert’s final thought, broadcast across every dying speaker: What are you? “Thank you for your compliance,” she murmured, and
The tunnel contracted around her. Hot, oily, alive. Ridges of soft iron pressed against her scales, and somewhere in the dark, a low hum vibrated through her bones. The factory was tasting her. At its center, suspended in a cage of
Good , she thought. Let it think I’m a broken tool returning to the womb.