Kiara's words continued flowing smoothly.
"I'll say it again, Ignis."
For the first time since the battle began, she used his name.
"You have talent."
Ignis's eyes narrowed.
"I can sense it."
Kiara's gaze remained fixed upon him.
"Inside you sleeps a power that most people cannot even dream of reaching. There is a hidden element within you. A gift connected to the divine. Even Supreme Beings might spend their entire lives chasing what you already possess."
The spectators exchanged confused looks.
The elders frowned.
Some believed she was bluffing.
Others were uncertain.
Meanwhile, Hubert's eyes slowly narrowed.
Kiara continued.
"Why chain that potential to a bow?"
Her voice carried neither mockery nor contempt.
It sounded strangely sincere.
"A bow is a good weapon."
"An axe is a good tool."
"A horse is a good mount."
"But if a man insists on riding a horse while a dragon waits beside him, is that wisdom or stubbornness?"
Ignis stood silently.
