Chapter 16: Dragon King
Duserdis looked at him, eyes glowing with light and weight. "Because its purpose remains. It was never merely to carry us—it was to preserve us. To protect our kind. To awaken again when the time came."
Hearing the grave words of the Dragon King, Fenric stayed silent, his eyes still lowered. He knew—deep down—what time Duserdis was speaking of. Still, he asked, his voice quiet but firm, "What time is this?"
His tone carried something deeper—like he already knew the Dragon King's true meaning, but needed it spoken aloud.
"The time..." Duserdis said softly, almost like a prayer. Then his voice rose, resolute. "The time for the Sacred Successor of my bloodline to rise. For you to carry on my legacy."
And in that moment, the starlit void around them began to tremble.
Deep echoes—like the beating of ancient wings—resounded across the vast sky.
The legacy had awakened.
"Ahh, here it is... the bats, dramatic tone, echoing space," Fenric muttered with a roll of his eyes, half amused. He found it amazing that this Dragon King guy had gone so far as to include background effects—just to make an entrance more theatrical.
The Dragon King, Duserdis, took his hand down from his drmatic pose and gave a long, lazy yawn.
"As expetcted fo most lethargic Drgaon king, he wasn't even abelt o maintian his dignified image for more than a minute" Fenric muttered looking at the yawning Drgaon king.
Fenric narrowed his eyes, watching the translucent image of Duserdis lie down midair, arms behind his head as if preparing for a nap.