Chapter 9: First Wave
Noah paced the rocky ground, the euphoric feeling of his roar still tingling in his chest.
It was as if he had both fire and thunder trapped between his ribs, but surprisingly, it felt... good.
Like he’d been caged since he stepped foot in this world, carrying a weight he wasn’t aware of, but now, the weight was gone.
He felt like he could run for three days and three nights. Like he could jump into the heavens in a single leap. Like he could conquer the world beneath his feet.
He felt... like a dragon.
Arrogant.
He clenched his fist and felt the confidence that came with knowing there were a few things that could scratch him, coil in his gut.
It wasn’t a wild or chaotic confidence, but a calm one, like a lion watching his prey, knowing it’s death was assured.
Or a dragon watching the world knowing it was beneath his feet.
A confidence born out of fact.
With a start, he realised that the feeling wasn’t all his.