Perfect Descendant

The "Tiera", where the echoes of the ether can shape reality, I, Dragnel, yearn for the perfection that my father could not achieve in forming it. The laws of the universe writhe before my will. But with each attempt to perfect creation, shadows arise that threaten to devour the harmony I long for. Speaking of threats, they consider me one. Instead of hailing me as heir to the world, I face scorn and fear in the eyes of those who call themselves my "brothers." Dear "Prim", the "Tiera" deserves more than the complacency of those who cling to mediocrity, and I, I will be their vanguard, even if I have to face their entire race to do so.