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Surtr glanced at the Venerable with a cocky smile, crossing his second pair of arms as he held his black sword tightly, his aura continued growing, making the face of the Venerable continuously grow more and more flabbergasted.
"Y-You're not even… You're not even as ancient as I am, you're not even an old dragon like Asmodeus! Why… Just why were you given such amount of power?! And why did that bastard of Asmodeus and even Muspel herself gave away their very souls to become your power?!"
After hearing that, Surtr looked at the Venerable and then at his own sword and fists, remaining in silence for a couple of seconds, and then he smiled bitterly.
"I honestly am still figuring it out… What their sacrifice truly meant, the legacy of the fire dragons, and the great expectations that I must now fulfill… It's overwhelming, to be honest."
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