War.
The continuous cycle of eliminating one another for some pathetic and infantile argument.
War causes many things to be created.
Some good, others evil.
But who is to say what is good and what is evil?
The rest of my colleagues and I can find no reason for this war, yet here we are.
In this dark and run down testing facility we put our skills to the test to make a weapon.
A weapon to end this pathetic war.
Created with the blood of the greatest killer, and the aid of the best technology.
This young dragon is our only hope.
He is like a son to me, and I can only hope for his safety.
But I know that it I futile.
None of us are safe anymore, none.
As the first and only successful creation, this young dragon will be alone.
It will be up to him to decide the fate of our world.
Stand tall, my son.
And never, ever lose hope.
