Silva looked at Ragna with a bit of confusion. It was not that he didn’t understand what was said; it was simply the fact that Ragna said it.

Ragna could see this in Silva’s expression. He let out a soft smile and then proceeded to explain more.

"Walk with me, Dark Dragon."

As he said that, he began to walk, and Silva followed behind.

"You see, you are not an ordinary being. The blood you carry is very special. The Dark Dragon. I’m sure you already know this because the Dark Dragon is limitless.

But with growth comes pride. As a Dark Dragon, you begin to want freedom and a world where you are not controlled by Order. You are limitless, and you want to be free, so you strive for this."

"Hmm, I guess that makes sense."

"Exactly, and that makes you public enemy number one, Silva. That makes you the enemy of everything that exists," Ragna said and smiled. "There is no true concept of freedom. It’s only a lie sold to us all, that if we get—"

"Get strong enough, it will no longer matter," Silva muttered as though he already knew that, and he did. He did.

He recalled the talk long ago with someone, the baron? He was sure it was the baron. To become truly free, you must become big enough that no one can stop you, or you must become too small to be seen.

"Seems you already know the lie, but like I said, it is all a lie, yet your body and mind refuse that," Ragna stated. He stopped and then turned to look at Silva right in the eye.

"Even now, your body refuses that very fact. You refuse to accept that you can be stopped and you cannot be free. But I cannot blame you when you are literally limitless."

’He genuinely speaks like a good person. If he had not been attacking me constantly, I would have felt he was all good,’ Silva thought and then spoke.

"Tell me about the Dark Dragon before me. I want to know what he would do to piss off someone like you."

"Hahaha, the very existence of that dragon pissed everyone off. He was known as the Chaos in the Dark. He was never satisfied with the power that he gained, and in his pursuit, I met him.

He destroyed one too many of my ships and killed thousands of my Weeping Angels, forcing me into a battle with him that lasted a hundred unwanted years.

We went back and forth, and every time we clashed again, this fellow was somehow stronger. Tch." Ragna gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Sadly, I had to resign, and he took the victory, and after he left, it was the last time he and I ever met, until I felt you awaken."

"Ah, I see. Explains why you constantly attacked me," Silva said and then followed his arm. "I don’t know what his drive for freedom was, but mine is simple. There are people I want to live with and love, people I would shake the world to embrace.

So I want to be strong enough to ensure that when I hug them, I hug them for good, and no one will snatch away what I have spent so long trying to fix," Silva said.

"Ah, what a simple yet grand dream. It’s making the artist in me weep," Ragna said, but then his eyes glowed red, and he grabbed Silva by the neck faster than Silva could even react. He pulled Silva forward and looked him right in the eye.

"So why are you not doing that now?"

The question was real and heavy. It came with the kind of force that a serious threat carried.

Silva was stunned for a moment, but he processed the question, and then the only response that came out was, "Because I am not strong enou—"

"You will never be strong enough!" Ragna thundered. "That life you want, that happiness and all those things you want accomplished, you are never going to have them because there is always something bigger.

And by the time you spend eons upon eons trying to get strong enough, those people that you so desperately care about would have moved on, lived their own lives, and found something else to care about.

Their feelings will not last forever. Damn, their lives may not even. Not everyone can step into the realm of a demigod and live for a very long time."

Ragna seemed enraged as he spoke, like there was a deep scar in his heart and it was bleeding right now.

"You have the opportunity to have them all. Don’t wait until it is all gone and then you begin to regret. There is a saying, it’s lonely at the top.

Order is the prime example of this, and so am I. With all the accumulated strength, we could not have what we all desired the most, and that was someone to say hi and hello to."

Those words hit. They hit deeper than any sword could. Ragna let go of Silva, and Silva simply stood there in a daze.

"I’ve gotten to see you now, Dark Dragon. That’s pretty much all I wanted. When you leave here, head home and say hello. The rifts may be small now, but what is coming is something beyond what you expect.

Order will not create an entire empire for something that is not a real issue. You should know that," Ragna said. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"It’s that bad, huh?"

"Yes, it is, and it still has something to do with the Dark Dragon."

"I guess we are really the bane of the universe."

"Yeah, you should not really let a lot of people know your race. That being said, I have something for you.

After many years of fighting the Dark Dragon, I studied him, and I created a cultivation style that would fit him, and now it might be able to help you grow even faster, that is, if you want."