My uncle fell silent for several minutes after hearing my words. He was aware that war was inevitable and that we could not avoid it. He also understood that we could not defeat the monster without the dragon's assistance.
We needed each other's help to face the enemy as a united front; otherwise, our army would be meaningless in battle.
Although my uncle was a stern man, he was hesitant to let me go because I was part of his family - perhaps because I was the only one left. But who else could pass the test?
Putting his emotions aside and acting on his judgment, my uncle finally spoke.
"Very well," he said reluctantly. "As much as I hate to admit it, we need the dragon. And we need your help."
"Thank you for trusting me, Uncle," I replied.
"Just try not to die, son," he said. "Or your mother will never forgive me."
