"So Dragon Soul is the ultimate form of Dragon's Might… I see." Ailsa nodded.
Ryu smiled. Dragon's Might? It was indeed an inferior form. His grandfather hadn't even bothered to explain it to him. It was clear that to Saint Tatsuya, no grandson of his should waste time on such a thing.
This was why the words of the Blood Essence's soul resonated so much with Ryu.
'Don't blame your blood for your own cowardice…'
No matter what the race and no matter what your talent, often times your disposition was the most important. Even among the Dragons, there would be the scum and the unworthy. If just having Dragon blood made you invincible, they would have never lost their throne to begin with.
Ryu Bloodlines receding may very well have been due to them being nothing before the Heavens, but it wasn't just them to blame either. Hadn't Ryu also felt fear before he forcefully pulled himself together? What right did he had to castigate his own Blood?
