Ethan's golden eyes scanned the approaching entourage with a calm intensity, their faint glow betraying the calculations running through his mind. A subtle smile tugged at his lips—not of mockery, but of acknowledgement. He was assessing them, weighing their strengths, feeling their presence like a seasoned predator watching another enter its territory.
Standing proudly before him was Regnare, his posture tall and unwavering. His silver-white hair caught the waning sunlight, and the glint of his ornate armor added to the brilliance of the moment. His wolf ears twitched slightly, alert to every sound, while the dark-blue dragon horns curving back from his head were impossible to ignore. His dark blue eyes shimmered with quiet power as a small, knowing smile formed—an echo of his father's.
"You can sense it, eh?" Ethan's voice echoed in Regnare's mind, smooth and composed.
