Lindarion stepped forward. His new core thrummed, responding not to the humans' fear but to the walls themselves. The carvings… they weren't inert. Not entirely. They whispered, faint as wind through leaves, fragments of meaning pressing into his skull.
[System Alert: Unknown script detected.]
[Translation protocols: initialized.]
[Partial decoding…]
Symbols unraveled before his eyes. He read them not as words but impressions, old echoes that resonated with the mana in his veins.
"…blood of the sky-born… flame tempered in scale… covenant bound by marrow…"
His jaw tightened. The demi-dragons, their legacy lay buried here. Not myth, not rumor. Proof, carved in stone.
The commander glanced at him. "Do you understand it?"
"Enough," Lindarion said, his tone clipped. He would not reveal more. Not when the truth pressed so close to his system, not when the walls themselves whispered like they belonged to him.
