The ground beneath their feet trembled, trees creaked in distress, and the air itself seemed to freeze.
The kidnappers staggered, their expressions stricken with terror. Instinctively, their eyes turned towards the source, their courage faltering in the face of this unfathomable presence.
Lucan's own body froze momentarily, eyes widening slightly in shock and recognition. His heartbeat quickened in disbelief.
He knew this presence—recognized the underlying mana signature as distinctly Orion's—but its magnitude was now far beyond anything he thought possible.
"That… that's the Young Master's mana," Lucan whispered softly, shock bleeding into uncertainty. "No… that can't be right…"
One of the enemies turned frantically, panic evident in his voice. "What the hell was that?! Who the fuck is releasing that kind of Draconic pressure?! Is it a True Dragon?!"
Lucan's icy composure returned instantly, his eyes sharpening, and a ruthless determination surged through him.
