"You are mistaken. I should have never boarded the ship from the very beginning. Someone must occupy the body of the giant dragon, control the Gray Dome. And this means that person must detach from the group—armed with power to do so."
The young Pope replied calmly, "And I had known this outcome all along. Only I can achieve it, never to be corrupted after gaining the power of the dragon. Thus, only I am capable."
"Not be corrupted?"
Russell smiled, "Is that what you think... 'Your Holiness'?"
"I never acknowledged that, it's a title Torkifat presumptuously uses for me."
The youth shook his head: "Even though he harbors hatred and jealousy towards those Elves from a millennium ago, he himself still lives in that era over a hundred years ago...in a time with Kings and nobles. He too is a relic of the past, no different from those he despises."
"...you are well aware of that too."
