"What?"
The entire place fell silent, all eyes glued to Dorian in that moment. The words hung in the air, heavy and impossible.
"I am the Dragon Monarch."
Those words continuously echoed in their heads like a thunderclap that refused to fade.
The High Priest Sandro had a look of pure, unadulterated shock on his face, his mouth slightly agape, wondering how Dorian could have the audacity to claim such a title.
To claim he was the very god-killer their scriptures warned about.
Duke Salvaina gave a small, knowing smile.
There was a look of acceptance on his face, almost as if the information didn't surprise him—or perhaps, it simply explained everything about the anomaly that was Dorian Aurelian.
As for Duke Gorgia, he mirrored the priest's expression, stunned and speechless.
