Sion floated silently in the void, golden light still flickering faintly along his frame. In his hand, the Dragon Core pulsed—dense, dangerous, and alive with sovereign energy. He turned it slightly, watching it catch what little light the empty realm offered.
"...I could definitely use this," he murmured.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Then, with a casual motion, he brushed his fingers against the earring on his left ear. A faint, almost invisible crack now marred its surface.
He stared at it for a moment longer.
"A truly miraculous object," he said softly. "Held back that immense strength longer than I thought it would."
The earring glinted once before dimming again.
Sion looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers slowly.
"Domination," he said.
The word felt heavy, even here.
"That side of my Gift… it isn't meant to be used lightly. Not without control."
He raised his head, eyes distant now—reflecting thoughts older than his age should've allowed.
