Some more moons went past, and Rein continued his endless quest for the heart of the dragon empire by going from one lair to another. The more people he killed, the more powerful he became. But at times, he found himself unable to relate to any fellow human beings. Then one fateful day while scouring an old library in an ancient temple, Rein came upon an awful truth: Dragons were not just fiery, fluttering creatures; they were gods-the immortal beings who put the world in their image-shaping it. They have brought down entire civilizations, brought regal blood, and pushed humankind into subservience for centuries.
This knowledge brought a serious mental disaster to Rein. The dragons were not merely monstrous; they were parasitic, and the world bent down to their will. Rein felt his anger blaze hotter than ever: these gods fooled the world, enslaved entire generations; they were the real enemy.
The more he learned, however, the more it dawned upon him that his hatred was becoming something else; justified, but something else. The deeper he delved into the past history of the dragon, the more darkened his soul became. The borderland between right and wrong began to fade. The Spirit began to whisper to him again, this time with a tone of self-satisfaction: "You are becoming exactly what you were meant to be; let the world burn."