"Congratulations, father. I heard you have slain an SS-Class Outer God."
A breeze blew in the grand Dragon Valley. Without turning back, the dragonewt answered in a serene, authoritative voice.
"Kalanaar. Do you know what makes us, the dragon tribe, strong?"
The child's tail tilted to the side in slight confusion.
"Is it not training?"
"It may be so for others, but not for us, the descendants of the great dragon."
The young dragonewt was repeating the same words that his father had told him a while ago, yet, the man's answer had changed.
"I see it now. When all the worlds are on the line. I see it, Kalanaar."
"What is it, father?"
"What makes us dragonewts stronger is a desire to protect."
The dragonewt brought his hand to his chest and closed his eyes, the breeze running up the valley hit his face.
"The stronger the enemy, the more that is on the line, the more powerful we get."