The Dark Lord stepped back, his eyes widening in fright. "A Dragon's spine lit with the flame of a Phoenix. How did you get this?!"
Zedekiel shrugged, his expression cold and unwavering. "Do you still think you can kill me, Vathar?"
The Dark Lord went deathly pale at the sound of his true name. His voice trembled as he stammered, "H-How do you know my name?"
"Someone advised me to do a little digging." Zedekiel's smirk widened, his grip on the flaming whip tightening. "You’d be surprised by the things I found out about you."
Prince Ron gazed up at his husband in awe, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and disbelief. He projected his thoughts toward Zedekiel. 'When did you get that weapon? It looks so cool! Did you slay a Dragon and take out its spine? What about the Phoenix fire? Did you fight a Pheonix and steal their fire? Why didn’t you take me to watch? Were you hurt? And when did you learn about the Dark Lord’s name? Why didn’t you tell me?'