Vlad, the blood dragon beside her, stepped forward and bowed deeply to the towering dragons.
His voice was calm, smooth, and just loud enough to carry.
"I have brought the Dead Eye."
The Ancient Dragons did not acknowledge him immediately.
Instead, their enormous eyes—slitted, ancient, and unreadable—focused entirely on Felix.
The silence stretched.
Then one of them spoke, his deep voice vibrating through the air like a slow earthquake.
"Kram, what do you think?"
The other tilted his massive head, studying her from head to toe. "Bram, she looks weak."
"Bram, I think the same."
Felix's ears rang, then popped upon hearing their names.
Hot blood began trickled from her ears and nose.
She could taste the metallic tang.
She blinked through the pain and glanced sideways.
Vlad was gone. He'd left before they revealed their true names.
"Bram, she's alive even after hearing our names."
"Kram, it seems not all the rumors about her being weak are true."
