Power of Runes

"What should we do now? From the way things are going, it does not seem like he will speak no matter how much we torture him," one of the Elder Dragons beside Kristos said in their native draconic tongue.

Their voices lowered as they switched fully to draconic, trying to keep their words hidden from Ash.

"Hmph. Just give me some time alone with him," the Red Dragon said, his tone filled with pride and cold certainty.

"Once I am done, he will be begging to speak. I will make sure he explains everything. Why he came here, how he managed to evade our eyes until now, and what exactly he is hiding."

Kristos, who had been quietly listening, raised his voice slightly to bring them back to the main issue.

"Let us not forget what truly matters. We still need to confirm whether he is the one acknowledged by the throne. I already told you all, the throne reacted."

He paused as a heavy silence filled the room, then continued, "There is no missing egg from the sacred chamber, which means the only possible link to the throne’s reaction is standing right in front of us."

"Kristos, I think you are starting to lose your mind," the Dark Dragon spoke with a sharp tone.

"Have you forgotten that only those born from our bloodline can resonate with the throne, with the Blood crystal, or with the ancient bone structure? Do you sense even a drop of our aura from this boy?"

The weight of his words caused a hush to fall over the gathered elders.

But it did not last long.