The Black Dragon, Volka, who was currently polymorphed into a human form, stared at Caelum with growing suspicion.
'How is there nothing left? There should at least be a lingering scent.' he thought internally.
The human child standing before him neither possessed enough strength to conceal such traces nor seemed capable of perfectly assimilating the condensed energy cores of two dragons.
After all, Dragons were prideful and arrogant beings by nature.
Even when they granted their contractors condensed energy cores, traces of their power would remain behind permanently, subtly altering the contractor's aura to resemble the dragon itself.
Volka's memory was far too sharp to forget that Caelum had consumed not one, but two condensed dragon cores.
Yet now, every trace of them had vanished completely.
Not only that, his instincts were saying that Caelum had somehow grown even stronger than before.
