"If I really want to master Dragon Tongue Magic… I'll need more than just knowing the words. I'll need the kind of heart that can support it. A heart that can move mana like dragons do. Otherwise…"
He stopped mid-sentence, slowly clenching his fist.
"…this kind of power will destroy me from the inside. For dragons, mana is the same as life. But for humans like me? It's not. We use it up. We burn through it. We run out. They live through it. But for us… it's dangerous."
Fenric fell quiet for a long time. He stared at his own hand, watching how small traces of mana glowed faintly along his veins. It looked cool—shining like magic—but it was still a weak copy of what real dragons had.
"They're not like us," he whispered. "They're completely different from every other living creature."
