Trish POV
My grandmother once told me that in the face of overwhelming power, neither skills nor talent meant anything.
This sole statement was the reason Dragons were called the strongest of all the races.
They were power—not just physically, but in all aspects of their being.
But I believe she was wrong.
I once saw a man, who was clearly weak, not give up in the face of overwhelming power.
He endured, and in the end, he was rewarded with powers of his own.
I once saw a girl suffer continuous defeat at the hands of her trainer.
She endured, and even while her breakthrough was measly at best, I noticed a spark. One which would continue to intensify until it was ready to light the world.
So as I stood before the raging inferno… I also had one objective.
To endure.
I won't die.
Not now… not until I kill the fool who threatens to take what is mine.
Never.
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It began with a loud boom, and the ground opened up, unleashing onto the world flames of untamed power.
