There would exist zero justice or equality in any domain, in any epoch, and this chaos would persist for eternity. Equality was merely one of the preposterous tenets fabricated by the frail to sustain their existence standing before the mighty. Should you genuinely possess might, you would invoke the entirety of the stratagems at your disposal to obliterate those who materialize in your path, and should you covet absolute power, zero alternate trajectories exist for you.
This was precisely what Mel perceived whilst observing the battlefield alongside his sire and brother, prior to being roused by the summons hailing from the portal at the terminus of the mud-enshrouded corridor. They were a triad; their sire—whose magnitude dwarfed theirs twofold—his brother the Sky Dragon, and the Earth Dragon Mel resided within, trampling upon the mangled vessels of hundreds of disparate wild beast species.
"Mel, emerge at once!"
