The bond finally snapped.
Dwarf had grown restless, bitter, ready to challenge Glow at every turn. He sought duels, provoked arguments, tried to prove himself again and again.
One evening, after Glow was praised yet again for his wisdom and gentleness, Dwarf lost control.
"You are no warrior," he snarled. "You are weak. You hide behind peace while I carry the strength of our blood!"
"Strength isn't in destroying, Dwarf," Glow answered. "It's in protecting. Father wants us to rule together, not fight each other."
But Dwarf's eyes glowed like coals. "Then let the kingdom have its gentle light. I'll make my own realm, one that bows to no weakness."
He spread his wings and flew into the storm, his shadow stretching across the mountains. Glow cried out for him, but Dwarf never looked back.
The Dragon God stood silent in the doorway, sorrow etched into his face. He had known this moment would come.
And so, while Glow wept for his brother, Dwarf carved his path into the dark — a path that would one day set the two against each other, not as brothers, but as enemies.
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