Balrog listened carefully, the weight of his father's words settling deep within him. He understood that the path ahead would not always be easy, but he felt a fierce protectiveness over everything his family held. The kiss on his crown filled him with warmth and reassurance, solidifying his resolve to grow strong and protect everything that mattered to him.
When his father asked where he would want to go, Balrog paused to think, his eyes scanning the vast landscape before them. "I want to see where the ocean meets the land," he said thoughtfully. "It is powerful and endless, just like the Armada. I want to feel closer to that strength and understand it." He looked up at his father, a spark of curiosity and ambition in his obsidian eyes.
