Nova listened to her master's suggestion of the "Dragon Words" talent, a power perfectly suited to her draconic nature. Yet, she gently shook her head, her expression a mixture of guilt and firm resolve.
"Master, your gifts are a blessing, but Brother Shenlong's power is his own. I wish to forge my own path, one that is unique to me and my children," she said, her voice respectful but unwavering. She felt the pang of guilt by disagreeing with her creator, but her heart was set.
"Fair enough," Sunny replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "So, what did you have in mind?"
Nova's eyes lit up with a passionate fire. "Master, I wish for a talent that connects my strength to the destiny of my race. A power that stacks within me every time a Dragonborn or a true dragon learns a new skill or advances to a higher realm. Then, when the need is greatest, I can unleash all of that stored power at once."
