The Rank 3 Dragon's roar echoed through the courtyard, so loud it rattled the teeth in Draco's mouth. Yet, in that deafening sound, he felt something missing.
No whispers. No words. No sense of a mind behind the beast.
That was wrong.
Every Dragon he had met, even the lesser ones, carried a flicker of something deeper—intelligence.
And, Rank 3 Dragons could communicate fluidly with him.
His Class gave him that privilege. The ability to bridge the gap between human and Dragon. To listen, even when no one else could.
But this one?
Nothing.
No matter how hard he focused, how desperately he stretched his senses, he found only emptiness.
'Why can't I hear it?' Draco's breath came uneven, his gaze narrowing on the Dragon's glowing eyes. 'Why does it feel like I'm talking to a wall?'
