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The world had shown Baines every possible lesson it could teach; from familial love, joy, and peace to hate, rage, betrayal, and pain.

He got detached from his family by the wimps of others.

But, before he began his journey to find them, he was forced to witness that scene that haunted him once more. The destruction of his home.

He was about to give up on life when an unforeseen opportunity presented itself.

There, he vowed, "The world will bleed for what it has done to me."

Using the greatest collections gathered by his ancestors, he set out on the thorny path to revenge.

Little did he know, the result of his actions followed other cascading events that then threatened his world.

Does he refuse to help the world because of the pain it had caused him? Or, will he join in the destruction?
  
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Rising god

The Dragon's Pit loomed before Baines, a cavernous maw carved into the mountainside, its jagged entrance exhaling a faint, sulfuric warmth. The air thrummed with ancient power, a pulse that seemed to resonate with the very stones.

Baines stood motionless, his sharp gaze fixed on Smallfoot, who now bore a human form that radiated an unfamiliar intensity. 'She's changed,' he muttered, his voice barely audible over the distant rumble of the pit.

The transformation was stark, not just her newfound ability to shift into a human guise, but something deeper. Once a 3rd star dragon, comparable to her rider, Smallfoot's strength now eluded precise measurement. She hovered in a nebulous space, stronger than a 3rd star, but not quite a 4th star.

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