Kaelthara wasted no time. Within hours, she had dragged Lance to a secluded training ground, far from the curious eyes of the other dragons. The area was rugged and unforgiving, with jagged rocks and uneven terrain. From the surroundings alone, Lance could tell that things won't be so easy, not to mention, kaelthara's imposing presence he was still yet to get used to, even when it appeared that she had done something to restrain her strength while around him.
"The first rule of strength," Kaelthara began, her voice much calmer now that she spoke telepathically, and yet still fierce, "is to push beyond your limits, that simple. Perhaps, it is the only thing.. Comfort is the enemy of growth." She said.
Lance barely had time to brace or process what she had just said himself before Kaelthara swiped a massive claw toward him. He yelped, diving to the side just in time to avoid being flattened, his heart almost climbing out through his mouth.
