Chapter 31: Dragon Slayers
"I dare not, Lord Warden," a deep male voice rumbled above Jett.
Then, two porcelain claws tipped in cobalt-blue nails emerged from the shadows, flanking him and dispersing the swirling white clouds. Each claw rose as tall as Jett himself. The guardian’s white muzzle lowered as his massive body settled in the vast chamber. His silver-slit eyes bored into Jett, and his mouth—wide enough to shelter Jett and his maids—curved into a silent greeting.
It’s a fucking dragon. I just talked back to a fucking dragon!
Even with his newfound powers and surging confidence, Jett couldn’t stop his mind from racing at the absurdity of the situation. A week ago, he’d been a manaless human; now he was Warden, speaking above dragons—and he’d even made their guardian bow with a single question. He dared not glance at his maids but heard their collective gasp. Mia was particularly vocal. He tuned them out.
Yeah, I’m the Ruler of Heavens and Storm, but this dragon just whipped up a whole cloud show on me. I gotta chill or they’ll see I’m freaked out.
Jett forced a confident grin. "I cannot fault you after witnessing your full form. You have my welcome in this mansion. May I inquire your name?"
"Skytianeus, Sky Dragon," the guardian intoned proudly, "who ascended Dragon Mountain—whose summit pierces the Draconic Skies—over three thousand years ago, and claimed the Guardian’s throne."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, and allow me to congratulate you on your ascension, Skytianeus," Jett replied. "I am Jett Talon, the Warden. Before we proceed with your oath, be advised that my identity must remain confidential—for now."
He had told the World Tree and the Dullahan Guardian the same upon their mental greeting. He preferred to keep a low profile until he understood more about this world.