"How powerful has he become?" Synthia thought, glancing at her own state.
After the tournament, she had barely grown stronger. She had gained some knowledge of spells, but that was about it, she was still a Rank 3 dragon…
In simple terms, she was weak.
"I… I don't want to be weak," Synthia thought to herself as she looked at Drayken's powerful form. "Will I become a burden to him in the future?"
The thought struck her like thunder, making her feel nauseous, her legs trembling as a wave of helplessness washed over her.
For a moment, she stood expressionless, almost completely frozen in place.
Then she finally looked up with determined eyes and tightened her fist.
'I must get stronger.'
The thought settled firmly in her mind.
To be of help to Drayken, she had to grow stronger, far stronger than her previously weak self.
This would become her resolve, her unshakable determination to rise.
