"Who is this?" Duke Igris spoke with a frown, his eyes blazing with alarm.
He instantly stepped in front of Synthia, joined by all the other dragons present, as mana brewed and distorted the air, already primed to strike if the figure before them showed even a hint of hostility.
"State your identity," Eleanor shouted.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to a young man with long golden hair, clad in the classic General's armor seen in every empire, and carrying a massive purple hammer.
"Relax. I'm not going to do anything," Zarek said with a shrug.
Even though he said this, every dragon remained ready to attack at a moment's notice. After all, he was a human here.
"He is the one who will help us," Drayken finally spoke in his deep voice.
"Prince Drayken…" Duke Igris halted and looked Zarek up and down.
"As expected of Prince Drayken, he was even able to easily capture a general of the empire and make him a slave."
Zarek casually shrugged.
