One Percent

The words echoed in Andre's mind like a forgotten prophecy:

One percent of your dragon powers unlocked: 1/100

You are officially a Dragonkin.

The book floated silently before him, its ancient aura humming softly, like a heartbeat that had finally aligned with his own. The glow from the markings beneath his skin pulsed gently, resonating with the pages. He reached for it slowly, but before his fingers could graze the black and red leather-bound cover, it vanished folding into light and sinking into his chest like a ghost returning home.

Andre gasped, placing a palm over his sternum. He could feel it, still there, like a second heart - dormant, yet omnipresent.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"The Chronicle of Flame," Kael replied calmly from within. "Every Dragonkin has one. It's a manifestation of your core, tied to your growth. Think of it as… your soul's library."

Andre blinked, "So it's inside me now?"