Far away, in the Dragon Kingdom, Glow stirred from uneasy sleep. He had dreamt of storms swallowing the mountains, of fire that froze instead of burned.
When dawn came, he sought his father. The Dragon God stood upon the palace balcony, his gaze turned north. His face was carved in sorrow.
"Father," Glow said, bowing his head. "Dwarf is building something. I can feel it."
The Dragon God's eyes flickered. "Yes. His heart has chosen darkness."
"But he is my brother," Glow protested. "He can still be saved."
The Dragon God shook his head slowly. "Perhaps. But remember this: peace cannot always soften a blade. Sometimes, peace must fight to protect what it loves."
Glow's chest tightened, but he nodded. Still, in his heart, he prayed that Dwarf would return before the shadows consumed him completely.
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