"Power itself is neither good nor evil. What matters is how the person wielding it uses it," Lynch cut in, his tone calm. "For Necromancers like us who are still on our journey, it's better to focus on improving ourselves than to complain about our circumstances. How the outside world sees us largely depends on the kind of power we choose to display."
He suddenly smiled, speaking half-jokingly, half-seriously, "In short, you just have to be strong enough. If I could one day form a pact with a Legendary Level bone dragon to be my mount, I bet even His Majesty would have to greet me politely with a... hmm, 'Brother Lynch'?"
His words, tinged with both banter and ambition, instantly dispelled the somewhat serious and heavy atmosphere.
Ophelia was stunned for a moment, then gave him a thumbs-up. "Such ambition, Senior! When that day comes, you have to let me touch the bone dragon's claw!"
