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The air grows heavy—dense enough that even Mero's smoke flickers. A low, guttural sound rolls through the grove, more felt than heard.
Then two eyes open.
The dragon exhales, each breath shaking the surrounding trees. Its scales shimmer with molten veins of gold and black, ancient runes faintly glowing along its wings. It raises its head slowly, gaze settling on the monster standing among the corpses of its guardians.
When it speaks, its voice isn't just sound—i ...
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