Beside Primrose, Edmund straightened his back. His sharp gaze locked onto Leofric. "Is … is that a golden dragon's scale?" His voice was tight, as if even speaking the words made it harder to breathe.
"Yes." Leofric's lips curved into a calm smile, his tone far too casual for the weight of what he had just revealed. "Yes, it is. I realized the only way to hide from heaven is to wear the disguise of a heavenly beast. As long as you carry this scale, heaven will see you as the golden dragon. When the golden dragon faces its heavenly trial, it will also stand in your place."
Primrose's mouth fell open slightly, her mind spinning. She could hardly take it in. Dragons … they were supposed to be nothing more than myths. She knew the world was filled with beasts, some terrifying, some magnificent, but no one had ever truly seen a dragon, and yet, here was proof, shining in Leofric's hand.
Even Edmund, the King of Beast, looked just as stunned as she was.
