"Is this the soul of the Giant Dragon… the Giant Dragon's love for its kin…" The Giant Dragon reached out his fingertip and gently touched the mask on his face, performing the action with such care and caution as if any stronger touch might break that beautiful mask.
"Congratulations, Giant Dragon, you have achieved your desire, and I, I have gained a powerful ally." Mr. Scholar stepped forward, with Mithril Chains crawling on the ground, their tips already at the feet of the Giant Dragon, "The soul of the Giant Dragon is a fierce and conflicting power, newly born Dragon Priests often need some time to adjust… I can assist with mitigating those conflicts…"
"Is that so? But I feel very good, better than I ever have." The Giant Dragon turned his head, and the phantom image of the dragon nestled on his shoulder, its wild breath bringing forth Mr. Scholar's magical dragon.
