Chapter 122 - Ezkalor
POV: Rygar Adoldia
Until just a few days ago, I was excited about the idea of capturing a red dragon.
After all, who had never dreamed of riding a dragon? Even when he discovered that he was in a fantasy world, that was one of his first thoughts.
It would be a symbolic step toward absolute power — a bestial warrior, flying on a creature that the inhabitants of this world consider walking calamities.
But that excitement... disappeared after the incident with the Red Dragon's Lower Jaw.
At several moments, I considered simply giving up.
Forgetting that idea, following the course of the journey with the rest of the group, and focusing on anything else, for I was disheartened. But in the end, I decided to continue.
There were obvious benefits in taming a dragon — flight, reputation, dominion — and perhaps, subconsciously, a part of me wanted something to fill the void that had recently opened.
But the truth is that... I wasn't patient enough to tame a dragon. Not even close.
Jumping between the rocky and snowy cliffs, running along the rough ridges of the mountains, my eyes gazed at the horizon, but my mind returned...
It returned to the moment when the Dragon God pierced Eidar's chest with his hand.