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FLUOSH!
Hydra's Aura erupted like a divine storm, golden light surging from his body in radiant waves that rippled through the cursed dimension. The air itself seemed to tremble, bending around him as if reality were struggling to contain the force he now wielded.
This wasn't just power—it was memory incarnate.
A spark.
One he had felt only once before.
Drake.
That name echoed in Hydra's soul like a sacred chord. The memory of the dragon who had once stood beside him, who had believed in him when others doubted it, now flared to life. Unlike the other dragons, Hydra had studied that spark, nurtured it, and through the meticulous art of Alchemy, he had tried to channel it.
But the spark had resisted him.
It wasn't brute strength that unlocked it. It wasn't intellect alone.
It was trust.
A bond.
And now, standing beside Celene—a warrior whose resolve burned brighter than the stars, whose heart had never faltered—Hydra felt that bond crystallize into something sacred.
