Revenge spoke with him a lot and in words ambiguous but clear. The dragons are going... through you, their rule will come to an end-" He traveled around the country, discovering powers within himself that could challenge logic-fire bent with his imagination, turning stone to dust with mere thought, shadows obeyed, hiding him from the world. "But he was cautioned that every gift comes at a price: With every usage of these gifts, human pieces would slip in little by little. Yet, Rein had no fears-his hatred for the dragons overshadowed all. The greater the use of magic, the more mind muddled, but he didn't care. That was the clear purpose, and he wouldn't stop till every dragon died.
Every other village, he got to learn more about the dragons' uses against men. They had enslaved whole kingdoms, manipulated kings, and for centuries made human beings live in fear. Rather than enlighten him, the more he got to uncover, the deeper his resolve sank. This was not just about his family. It was about freeing the world from the claws of the dragons. Nights passed, and the Spirit's voice became a mere constant in his thoughts, guiding him, pushing him forward. "You are becoming what you were always meant to be."