"Are you going to keep watching?" his sweet maid asked, her golden eyes turning toward him with a curious glint as they floated high in the dark clouds. She hid it under a cold gaze, but pretending with someone like him was pointless.
He shifted his attention back to the advancing abominations and his Star actor lying unconscious in the center, too weak to defend herself. The boy beside her was already bracing to fight, and the sight honestly impressed him. Having that kind of resolve even with death staring at you was rare.
But Jayden's focus drifted to the boy for a different reason—he sensed a familiar aura, something heavy and boiling, strong enough to make him take it seriously.
The domineering aura of the Ancestral Dragon Progenitor—something that shouldn't exist after Thalos was destroyed and his immortal spirit erased.
