Amidst the ruins of Oasis, Priam watched the elental flee with a mix of sadness and frustration. The Dragon within him craved the creature's power, eager to devour it. Consuming both the Tribulation fragnt and a being of fla and plasma would have brought him that much closer to Pyro’s Unity.
But it was too dangerous. His allies hadn't realized the threat, but Priam had sensed the elental's true horror. A ball of plasma capable of thought, with more energy than a nuke and freed from all constraints of a Tribulation, was a walking ti bomb. Pun intended.
A fragnt of Tribulation wasn't worth the lives of his friends, no matter his ability to rewind ti. His pragmatic side agreed: if the elental killed his allies, it would jeopardize his plan to kill Sumstreh. That would be short-sighted.
Next ti, Priam promised himself, ducking under a plank that fell from Log-a-rhythm's branches. The Tribulation had spared none of the treehouses his father had built.
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