The Divine Dragon King — now in his human form — lay on the ground, his long silver hair falling across his face. His body trembled slightly, not from weakness, but from the weight of Nolan's words. Slowly, he lifted his head, golden eyes meeting Nolan's.
"Finally…" his voice cracked as he spoke, "…I have been given a real name." He placed a hand over his chest, bowing deeply until his forehead nearly touched the earth. "I, Damian, pledge to use the rest of my life to serve you. Your wish is my command. My only goal from this day forth… is to serve you."
The words hung heavy in the air, like a vow etched into time itself.
Nolan watched him in silence for a moment, then gave a single nod — a gesture of both acceptance and finality.
"So now," Nolan said, glancing at the horizon, "I think we should head back to Sindra."
"Yes, Master," Lyra replied, stepping forward. "I can open a portal right now."
"Do so," Nolan said with a nod.
