Kaelix

Silas's mind raced, searching for any advantage he could gain over the formidable draconic warrior. Suddenly, he remembered his venom synthesis skill. If he could just get close enough to bite his opponent, he might have a chance.

Silas lunged forward, aiming for the warrior's exposed neck. But the creature was too quick, too cautious. It sidestepped Silas's attack, keeping him at bay with a sweep of its massive tail.

Frustrated, Silas realized he needed another approach. He focused his mind, activating his soul read skill. As he peered into the warrior's soul, a flood of information washed over him.

The warrior's name was Kaelix. He had a mate and hatchlings waiting for him in a distant realm. Kaelix fought not for glory or bloodlust, but to provide for his family. He dreamed of retiring from the arena, of teaching his young ones to fly.