Chapter 4: Rescue The Children
A particularly agile Goblin tossed a crude spear at Dominic, which scraped across the top of his hand and left a deep gouge that burned with whatever toxic filth was on the blade.
His next [Arcane Blast] tore the creature apart, and the wound quickly began to close, pushing the filth back out of the wound as it did.
"Now that's some Enhancement Core that you've got, Sorcerer. Being able to use a healing on kill type item must mean that your ancestor was a brutal sort of creature, though." The Ranger commented, clearly impressed by the magic.
"A dragon of balance, actually. Life for life." Dominic explained.
That was the way of the World Dragon that his lineage was supposed to have come from. Nothing was for free, and even the greatest of gifts often seemed to come with a caveat.
For most of his life, Dominic had considered them to be the whims of a bored magical beast, putting conditions on its help for personal amusement, but later, the Clerics had explained to him that it was the way of balance.
Too much of a good thing would breed arrogance, so the World Dragon tempered its gifts to its mixed blood descendants with a cost.
He still suspected that was utter nonsense and that his theory about a bored Dragon was the correct one, but he never dared to speak up against the Clerics, especially after his parents both fell ill when he was five, and the Clerics were the only ones who could help at all to ease their pain.
A foreign sense of amusement entered the back of his mind, and Dominic nearly missed with his next spell.
He had never heard of a Dragon interacting with any of its descendants before, much less directly intervening in their lives without a request or a dragon-scale talisman, but as a Royal descendant of the mighty World Dragon, it wasn't completely unreasonable to think that the creature had taken an interest in him.
Perhaps his notion that the World Dragon was simply bored and watching its descendants from afar wasn't so far-fetched after all.