The sense of urgency from his fungus grew. Ren felt tension accumulating in his shoulders.
'Did something change?'
'So far there haven't been any sudden movements in Yino, at least not among their people. But I can definitely sense a great amount of enemy activity. Something is changing.'
Ren turned toward the King, who had been patiently observing his silent communion with his beast.
"If you're ready, it's time," Ren declared and his tone became serious. "But I insist this is an enormous power. I warn you again that carrying it for too long is a bad idea."
The warning wasn't casual concern but genuine fear. The power of seven crystallized dragons wasn't meant for mortal bodies, no matter how enhanced. Even Dragarion's legendary constitution had limits.
Dragarion smiled with that absolute confidence that radiated even in the most dangerous moments.
"Son," he said, placing a hand on his shoulder with firmness, "I've carried the weight of power for decades."
