Silence fell over the arena as Akun, with a powerful surge of purple mana, rose from his seat. His voice, heavy with restrained fury, boomed across a telepathic link directly into Kaldarix's mind, "Kaldarix, Stand down this instant!"
Kaldarix, momentarily shocked, turned his head around, searching for the source of the voice that echoed within his very thoughts. His gaze landed on Akun, and a flicker of recognition sparked in his golden eyes. Flashes of fragmented memories – a simpler time, a life lived as Kaldarix without his memories – flooded his consciousness.
He remembered Akun. The one who had resurrected him, who had shaped his consciousness and guided him in his early years. A deep respect, a bond similar to father and son, surged through him. But feeling all that he felt from those memories, and his memories as the dragon monarch, he couldn't help but question:
"A man I can call father," he thought, his voice echoing internally, "is he truly worthy?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!