Dragon Clan Shrine

Piccolo stood on the scorched crystalline rock, his fists clenched tightly.

His boot soles ground out several radial white marks on the rough ground.

He cast his gaze toward the distant sky, a tapestry woven with dark red, and fell into memory.

"I grew up on Earth."

Piccolo's voice was low, sounding dry and hoarse.

"Later, to defeat Frieza and save my people, I went to Planet Namek in the Main Universe. There, the Grand Elder met me."

He paused for a moment, his jawbone jutting out high due to excessive force.

"That old man placed his palm on my head. His intention was to unearth my hidden potential."

Piccolo spread his large green hands and sneered, staring at the lines on his palms.

"But the effect was minimal. The Grand Elder told me my soul was incomplete."

"Incomplete?"

Nail's hand, gripping his wooden staff, trembled violently twice, his withered lips half-parted.

"In order to obtain a vacant position the Earthlings called 'Kami'."

Piccolo's eyes twitched as he mercilessly dissected his absurd past.

"To meet the requirements of the divine position, I forcibly stripped away the dark side of my heart at the time."

"Good and evil were ultimately divided into two separate entities."

"Even after merging again, it never felt as seamless as before."

"A foolish act!"

Nail tightened his grip on the wooden staff, striking it heavily against the rock. The dark red light at the staff's tip flickered with increased frequency.

The old man's facial skin crumpled together due to emotional fluctuation, forming deep, indistinguishable gullies.

"For the sake of so-called pure good, you severed the foundation upon which the Dragon Clan relies for survival."

"Your soul was torn, shattering the talent within you. No wonder the Grand Elder couldn't help you unleash your full potential."

Nail