"Saint has grown stronger," Dinesh remarked, his eyes shimmering with a sense of awe.
Owen nodded vigorously, his smile spreading, "It's all thanks to the dragons' nurturing. I'm merely under the wings of the dragons."
Dinesh shook his head, patting Owen on the shoulder, "Such modesty belittles your achievements. The dragons bestowed upon you but two blessings. To fully unleash the power of these blessings requires your own effort. I thought it would take you ages to cultivate the power of these blessings, yet you've absorbed them almost entirely in just two years."
"Not entirely," Owen corrected with precision.
"Soon, very soon," Dinesh beamed, his smile so wide that his molars were on full display, "Come, let us show our warriors the esteemed Saint."
He pulled Owen into the center of the arena, where countless dragons' warriors fixed their gaze on him.
