Chapter 76: Continuing the Tour of the Dragon Clan!
As Damon was turning to walk away, the mana in the arena slowly dissipated in shimmering wisps as Damon sheathed BloodReaper into the crimson void at his side.
From the side, a robed attendant rushed forward with a glowing vial in hand, a high-grade healing potion encased in a diamond-shaped flask.
Kneeling beside Leiron, the attendant popped the cork and gently poured its luminous contents into the corner of Leiron’s mouth.
The effect was near-instant.
The bruises began to fade, torn flesh knitted together, and his mana flow,while still erratic, began to stabilize. Leiron coughed once, then twice, before pushing himself to his feet with a groan.
He wiped his mouth and looked at Damon with a more composed gaze.
"That was... humbling," Leiron said, "I thought I was strong. But you fought like someone who’s danced with death and learned its rhythm."
Damon turned around and nodded slightly, merely watching without speaking a word.
Leiron hesitated, then offered a half-bow, "You’ve earned your place here. That much is clear."
There was a level of sincerity in his voice that hadn’t been there before. The arrogance was gone, replaced by the clear-eyed recognition of someone who had witnessed true power.
"How about this," Leiron said, rolling his shoulder as the healing potion continued healing his body, "Let me show you around. The Dragon Clan isn’t just battlegrounds and egos. If you’re going to be one of us, you should see everything, the heart of our domain."