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A Dragon’s Power (Part One): Mattia’s Gift, Mattia’s Embrace
A tired man limps across the narrow pathway, the only safe path on a floor of lavawearing a ragged orange poncho with crisscross patterns,and tattered trousers wracked by his tumultuous life.the heat nearly sears his skin,his wits are barely clinging on, and the path seems endless,yet he still walks,he still takes steps forward. There was loneliness on this road,a vast fiery sea within this underground expanse, with only a single narrow path,no signs of life but hearing the occasional chittering of fire wyrms,