Ethan's eyes sharpened.
He could feel the shift the title brought. A silent recognition of his connection—no, his dominion—over dragons. Over Kaeryx. Over a power that made even Heaven falter.
And the title didn't just affirm his strength. It acknowledged something deeper. That he wasn't just a vessel for Kaeryx's flame. He was the master of it.
The fire didn't control him.
He controlled the fire.
Ethan's chest rose as he took in a breath that no longer belonged to the weak or uncertain. His feet stepped forward—not rushed, not desperate, but deliberate.
Unstoppable.
Every step he took radiated confidence born not from arrogance, but certainty.
Because now he knew.
He could save her.
He could crush the Drake.
He could rewrite fate itself.
And as he walked toward the battle, that quiet fire within him erupted into a silent storm.
