"You possess a gene lost to time." She closed her hand into a fist, and winds started circulating around it, gathering the soot and ash into a complex pattern of revolving hexagrams. "Not the Alter Gene, something far more ancient. Far greater. The Gene of the Gods, when Magic still remained in this world and when wonderful beasts and creatures of all kinds roamed the earth. In your case, you hold the Gene of the Dragon, the finest and strongest of mythical wonders."