Their father said to their mother, "You are only prolonging their suffering, Rajin."
She said stubbornly, "They deserve time and a chance to show their full potential."
He allowed her to continue interrupting. But he warned her sternly, "Don't just get in my way."
Beneath them, the dragonlings were suffering, unaware of their conversation. Even though they had cool mana to replenish their cocoon with, they were still struggling.
Father said to them with a stern voice full of rebuke. "I am disappointed in you lot. None of you passed my ancestral trial. I will teach you all a lesson today. The weak do not have a right to survive."
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