Back at his estate in Thaeloria, Myrelion secluded himself in the underground training chamber. The ancient runes from his mother's bloodline had begun to awaken across his body, pulsing in tandem with Solaryth's heartbeat. Whenever the dragon soared the skies, Myrelion felt the wind against his own skin.
Dracovita Resonance was more than just a power. It was a living bond.
Through meditation and focused training, Myrelion learned how to channel Solaryth's senses—seeing through his eyes, hearing across vast distances, and even breathing in mana-laced air to recover stamina.
A fragment of his mother's journal—uncovered from the ancient Elytharan vault—read:
> "One must not tame the dragon. One must become one with it. The Dracovita is not domination, it is harmony."
Every day, Myrelion and Solaryth trained in the high canyons of Krel'Tuun, soaring above lightning storms and bathing in magma pits to synchronize their strength.
But peace was short-lived.
Whispers of a Velgaeron heir taming a Dawn Dragon had reached far beyond Thaeloria—into the ears of a corrupt dragon cult: The Crimson Scale Sect, fanatics who believed dragons should rule over mankind.
They came for Solaryth.