Fight Of The Divine Plane 18: The Past
Thousands of years ago
A young boy stood tall, his blonde hair clinging to his sweat-drenched forehead, his green eyes gleaming with pride. His bare, athletic torso glistened under the sun, each breath steady and strong as he gazed down at the figure in the crater below—a young man with dragon-like features. The dragonkin was sprawled across the dirt, a grin plastered on his face, clearly reveling in the defeat.
"Lovigary, or should I say, young master… that was a hell of a blast," the dragonkin chuckled, extending a hand upward. Lovigary grasped it, hauling his friend to his feet with a firm grip. "It wouldn't be far-fetched to call you the strongest genius of our generation."
Lovigary Albert, the pride of his family and a legend in the making, scratched the back of his head with a playful grin. "Oh, come on, Drax. I know I'm a genius and all, but I could never reach the level of my eldest brother."