Ren's breath misted in the cold air as he stared at Yuuto.
The man before him… no, the being before him, no longer looked like the Guildmaster he knew. His presence felt older now — deeper, heavier. The silver horns, the ageless glow in his eyes, the way the snow itself avoided him… it was all too real.
He looked like something born before memory.
"…So," Ren muttered, voice hushed. "You've been a dragon. All this time?"
His hands curled slightly at his sides.
"Does Lady Aiko know about this?"
Yuuto let out a faint chuckle — dry, bitter, almost nostalgic.
"She's my daughter, Ren," he said quietly. "Of course she knows."
Ren blinked, stunned. "Daughter…?"
The wind whipped between them, but he barely noticed. His mind reeled.
His jaw tightened. "Is that why you're supporting Alister? Is he supposed to be some kind of… Dragon King? Is that why you have no choice but to obey him?"
Yuuto said nothing.
Ren took a step forward, eyes narrowing.
