Hill recalled Edward's traits: mediocre ability, towering ambition, desires utterly mismatched with his capabilities, yet skilled at underhanded tricks unfit for the light of day. He had no moral compass whatsoever and excelled at the petty triumphs of a small-minded man. The less guarded someone was around him, the worse they would be hurt. He was the perfect representative of useless fools who only knew how to fight among themselves... And when faced with beauty, he had absolutely no resistance... He looked quite honest, but his head was full of garbage.
Anyone even slightly clever would keep their distance the moment they saw through him, because you could never know whether he would sell you out someday for a bit of female charm or some other benefit. He was absolutely selfish.
If people like that became a racial trait... normal people really would go mad.
If it were Hill, and he absolutely had to deal with others, he would rather put up with the Black Dragon's idiotic yet somewhat cunning personality.
Seeing Hill's sympathetic gaze, Falan shook his head helplessly. "But only people like that can survive under dragon rule. In truth, there aren't many pure-blooded humans left in Abeir... Human lives are too short."
Hill could actually understand why those humans had become this way. The Primordials did not truly look human. That city lord had merely altered his form... Their true bodies were not much smaller than Primordial Dragons.
Those Primordials had fought dragons for tens of thousands of years. The kind-hearted ones had either secluded themselves within Demiplanes or already been killed.
The ones still able to remain outside and fight the dragons had desires that could not be described merely as ambition.
With those two kinds of rulers, along with Dragonborn and Element-Touched, who were innately