On returning home, the black dragon paused at the sight of someone trying to kill herself.
He watched in quiet disbelief as she had been straining herself to get it right ever since he left home.
He knew it was impossible for her to get it right without anyone putting her through, but he didn't expect her to be so foolish or desperate as to want to save the world at the risk of her wellbeing.
She wouldn't have to be going through this if she weren't so stubborn about agreeing to let go.
What was so good about her life as a human before she became an immortal that it was so hard for her to forget?
She was practicing tirelessly by the lake. Trying repeatedly to manipulate the primordial element of water and failing miserably. Exhausting her spiritual powers and, of course, weakening her already fragile dragon bead inner core.
