Gradually.
The image of a Giant Dragon, powerful beyond imagination, growing at an alarming pace, with a cautious and steady style... an absolute force that no power could underestimate, became vividly clear and real in her mind.
Alina's gaze slowly lifted from the newspaper.
She looked again at the spherical figure before her, scrutinizing Gordon from top to bottom several times.
As if trying to unearth the bloodline evidence that could connect him to that Death Omen Star beneath his round exterior.
She hesitated a bit and said, "Gordon, are you sure... that the Dragon Race known as the Death Omen Star is really your own brother?"
She paused, the question in her tone intensifying.
"Are you two... truly close relatives flowing with the same source blood? No mistake?"
The implication was crystal clear: you two... isn't the difference between you a bit too much?
One is decisive and ruthless in the wilderness, like a Demon King descending upon the world.
