As the conversation deepened, as time flowed, and as Alberto spoke with increasing fervor.
The simple image of him as a brash youth was gradually filling in with richness, dimension, and clarity in the heart of the Red Iron Dragon.
In essence.
Alberto was like a passionate young man born into privilege, yet to truly endure the harsh realities of ceaseless batterings and merciless grinding.
He possessed a burning ambition, held seemingly unreachable lofty aspirations, with a core that simmered with a fierce defiance and discontent against a banal dragon life.
If one were to view dragon life as a grand game.
The Evil Dragon, undoubtedly, starts at hell difficulty, where every step is accompanied by bloody thorns.
An ordinary Metal Dragon, then, can be considered normal difficulty; although protected, one must still strive on their own.
While a Golden Dragon... especially one like Alberto, with pure bloodline and much favor, was nearly in a starter protection mode.
