Little by little… I was changing.
Slowly, silently, but irreversibly.
I was becoming stronger — not only in my body, but in my mind, in that inner strength that no longer wavers at the first blow.
More learned — able to understand, to analyze, to anticipate, where before I would have seen only chaos.
More complete — as if the scattered pieces of my being, spread by years of survival and pain, were finally finding their rightful place.
More myself — not the broken creature the world had shaped, but the one I should always have been.
And this path, I walked it thanks to him… and thanks to me.
He had seen what I was not yet, what even I didn't know how to become. And he had planted that seed without ever doubting it would bloom.
For the first time, I could look back and see not only what I had fled from, but also what I had conquered.
And even the Lord of Zagnaroth…
Little by little, against all odds, I grew attached to him.
