The voice of the Spirit grew louder in Rein's mind. It seemed to guide his every move, promising him unimaginable power. Day by day, Rein continued to unlock abilities that twisted the world to his will. His control over fire had come almost to perfection, able to burn down entire villages in a single swipe and crush rocks into clay with his fists.
Yet deep inside, even with that power coursing through him, he felt nothing but emptiness. The world seemed altered—unknown. His heart had become devoid of everything except a cold emptiness, which once was filled with rage. He was growing stronger day by day while losing touch with what he had once been.
Even now the Spirit continued to whisper words of power. "You are the chosen one, Rein; do not fear the cost. The dragons must be slain."